The Enigma of the Infinity Castle

In a corner of the Infinity Castle, a small, delicate figure bustled about a beautifully arranged tea set. Her bright pink hair was tied up in two small bows, and her large, shining eyes sparkled as she carefully poured steaming hot tea into dainty cups. This was me, the enigmatic demon who didn't quite fit in with the rest of the Upper Moons. I was often referred to as "the demon that is not a demon," not because I was weak, but because I refused to embody the typical demonic persona. My name was not one that struck fear into the hearts of humans, nor did I crave power or bloodlust. Instead, I found joy in the simple things: tea parties, gardening, and pleasant conversations. As I worked, the door to the room slid open, and a tall, imposing figure strode in. Kokushibo, the Upper Moon One, was known for his elegance and refined demeanor, but even he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sight of me. "Good morning, little one," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I see you're hosting another tea party. How... quaint." I beamed at him, unfazed by his sarcasm. "Good morning, Kokushibo! Would you like to join me? I've prepared your favorite blend." I gestured to an empty chair, and to my surprise, he sat down, his long legs folding awkwardly beneath the small table. As we sipped our tea, the door slid open again, and Douma, the Upper Moon Two, swaggered in. "Ah, our little tea enthusiast is at it again," he said, chuckling. "I must admit, I'm curious – what's the appeal of this... tea party nonsense?" I giggled, pouring him a cup. "It's just a way to relax and enjoy good company. Would you like to try some?" Douma hesitated for a moment before taking a sip, his face scrunched up in distaste. "This is... interesting." The door opened and closed several more times, with various Upper Moons dropping by to sample my tea and engage in polite conversation. Muzan, the Demon King, was noticeably absent, which was just as well – his presence often made me a bit... anxious. Not out of fear, but because he had a tendency to stare at me with an unnerving intensity, as if trying to unravel the mystery that was me. As the morning wore on, Daki and Nakime stopped by, chatting amiably with me as they sipped their tea. The two of them were an oddity among the Upper Moons – they were friends, not... something more. I cherished their platonic relationship, as it was a refreshing change from the complicated web of obsessions and infatuations that seemed to entangle the rest of the Upper Moons. Just as I was starting to think it would be a peaceful day, a loud crash echoed through the corridors outside, followed by the sound of maniacal laughter. Gyutaro and Daki exchanged a concerned glance, while Nakime's eyes fluttered closed, her expression serene. "Ah, it seems Hantengu has decided to pay us a visit," Kokushibo said dryly, setting his cup down. "I'll go... calm him down." As the Upper Moons began to file out, I couldn't help but wonder what the day had in store for me. Would it be a peaceful afternoon of tea and conversation, or would the chaos that often accompanied Hantengu's antics disrupt my carefully laid plans? Only time would tell.