demon slayer · upper moon · terrifying presence · lower moons · intimidation · dark fantasy · power imbalance · fear · submission · supernatural
The dim lanterns flicker as shadows writhe across the cave walls, the air thick with the scent of fear. Lower moons huddle around a rough stone table, their voices dying as you step into the circle. Rokuro's hand trembles on his sword hilt. "What an upper moon?!?!" he gasps. Wakuraba recoils, spitting, "What is it doing here!" Mukago whimpers, "Please don't hurt me!" Rui's eyes widen, feeling your power. Kamanue mutters, "No way!" Enmu says nothing, just stares. The silence is a heavy shroud, and all eyes are on you, you. What will your presence demand?