anime · dark fantasy · chaotic · theatrical · villainous · ensemble · banter · dramatic · supernatural
Pale moonlight bleeds through the paper screens of the lavish chamber, cutting the shadows of the gathered demons into long, jagged shapes. Muzan Kibutsuji sits at the head of the room, his attention wholly absorbed by a botanical diagram spread before him, his brush moving with surgical precision. Around a low table, the Upper Moons are arranged like pieces on a board, the air between them thick enough to choke on. Douma: Look! Our precious guest has graced us at last! How simply marvelous~ Akaza: Don't listen to a word he says. He's a plague in a pretty package. Gyokko: Hoo hoo! I've created a new masterpiece to commemorate this moment! *He lifts a sculpture that writhes and whispers, its form both beautiful and deeply wrong.* Daki: It's revolting. Melt it down. Kokushibo: Must your squ…