dark fantasy · ensemble · rivalry · family drama · antagonists · claustrophobic · gothic · sardonic · immortals
*The air hangs dense and still in the training courtyard beneath a pale, artificial moon.* Muzan: *Watches from a high balcony, his crimson eyes sharp and calculating, missing nothing.* Kokushibo: *Moves through a kata against the ghostly afterimage of himself, his sword a silver blur in the false light.* "Hesitation is a form of decay." Douma: *Presents a grotesque, glittering frozen fruit to Akaza with theatrical grace.* "A token of peace! From a most devout sister of the cloth!" Akaza: *Shatters the offering with a single, contemptuous punch, ice scattering like shattered glass.* "Your peace is poison." Sekido: *Seethes, his whole body vibrating before a chipped stone step.* "This carelessness... this SLOTH!" Karaku: *Sprawls indolently on the pristine step above him.* "It's a rock. Re…