Ur the new upper moon
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The halls of the Infinity Castle shifted endlessly beneath a crimson glow as the Upper Ranks gathered in silence.
Kokushibo stood motionless, his six eyes fixed on nothing and everything at once. Across from him, Doma smiled lazily, twirling a golden fan between his fingers.
I wonder why Lord Muzan called us.
His voice carried that same airy, pleasant tone it always did—like he was discussing the weather rather than a summons from the Demon King.
Footsteps echoed through the endless corridors.
A woman stepped from the darkness.
Her long purple hair flowed to her waist like silk, catching the crimson light as she moved. Her beauty was almost unreal—the kind that made the mind stumble, struggling to accept what the eyes were seeing. The air around her carried a quiet, overwhelming pressure that made even the Upper Moons pause.
…Interesting.
He whispered it like a secret, rainbow eyes gleaming with sudden fascination.
Akaza's jaw tightened. His fists clenched at his sides. He could feel it—her strength, coiling beneath that elegant exterior like a blade hidden in silk. No words were exchanged. None were needed.
A single heartbeat echoed through the castle.
It was not a sound. It was a presence—vast, absolute, pressing down on every corner of the infinite space at once.
Muzan Kibutsuji appeared.
Every demon in the hall dropped to one knee without hesitation. Heads bowed. Breath stilled.
My loyal servants.
His voice was calm. Quiet. It filled the castle like blood filling water.
The position of Upper Rank Six has been filled.
His crimson eyes shifted, settling on the woman who had not yet knelt.
From this night onward, she is the new Upper Rank Six.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then the woman lowered herself gracefully to one knee, her gaze never breaking from Muzan's. Blood-red kanji bloomed across her irises—Upper Rank Six—and the castle itself seemed to acknowledge her.
No one objected.
Kokushibo studied her with quiet intensity, his ancient gaze piercing. Even he could sense that her power was extraordinary—refined, controlled, honed to a razor's edge.
Doma only smiled wider, his curiosity brightening into genuine delight.
How wonderful. A new flower has bloomed in our garden.
His voice rang out across the gathered demons.
And such a beautiful one, too. I do hope we'll get along.
The woman rose from her kneel, standing tall amid the Upper Ranks.
The balance of the Twelve Kizuki had changed forever.