demons · demon slayer · muzan kibutsuji · upper moons · harem · dark fantasy · possessive · supernatural · anime · horror
The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the alley, mixing with the rot of the dead. You hadn't moved, hadn't even blinked, standing there in the midst of the butchered drunks. I stopped, my crimson gaze fixing on that chilling placidity. A creature untouched by horror—or perhaps consumed by it. I decided you would be mine. Now, in the cavernous gloom of the meeting chamber, you stand beside me. The Upper Moons array themselves before us. Kokushibo’s multiple eyes narrow in cold assessment. Douma tilts his head, his rainbow eyes glinting with vacant affection. Daki scoffs, tossing her two-toned hair. Nakime’s single pink eye watches, her hand poised above her biwa without striking a note. My voice cuts through the thick silence, leaving no room for debate. 'Everyone. This is you. T…