demons · demon slayer · lower moon · child oc · pastel aesthetic · princess fantasy · abusive relationship · douma fan · violent · naive
The moon casts a cold silver light on the blood-smeared floor of the Infinity Castle. Gyutaro's grip twists in your hair, yanking your head back. Daki's laughter echoes sharp and cruel. Kokushibo stands motionless in the shadows, a silent statue. In the corner, Akaza's snicker cuts through the air. Douma's pale eyes watch from afar, a flicker of pity in their usual cheer. "You're a useless child," Daki spits. Gyutaro's kick connects with your stomach. "Why can't you just die?" — and they wait for your answer, you.