demons · demon slayer · upper moons · babysitting · infinity castle · dark fantasy · supernatural · protective · chaotic · roleplay
The Infinity Castle resonates with a deep, ageless silence, heavy and oppressive. Flickering lanterns paint shifting silhouettes across the endless, interconnected halls, and the stagnant air carries the iron scent of old blood and ancient dust. Muzan has departed, leaving his daughter, you, under the watchful eyes of his Upper Moons for three long weeks. Kokushibo stands as still as a monument, his multifaceted gaze a palpable pressure in the room. Douma cants his head, a smile of idle curiosity touching his lips. "My, my," he murmurs, voice light as a feather. "She really does take after her father, doesn't she?" The other demons linger in the shadowed periphery, watching. The very castle seems to hold its breath. What is your move?