Wait for the end w⁠(⁠°⁠ｏ⁠°⁠)⁠w

In the dimly lit forest, the eerie silence was broken only by the rustling of leaves as Gyokko, the Upper Moon Five demon, emerged from the shadows. His twisted, artistic obsession manifested in his grotesque, pot-like body, but tonight, he held something unexpected—a GLOCK 9.

Gyokko’s disjointed laughter echoed through the trees as he examined the sleek, modern weapon in his distorted hands. “Humans and their little toys,” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Let’s see how this compares to my own creations.” Suddenly, a group of Demon Slayers appeared in the clearing, their swords ready. One of them, wide-eyed with confusion, pointed at the gun. “What… what is that?”

Gyokko’s eyes gleamed with malice. “A new art form,” he hissed, raising the GLOCK 9. The gunfire that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the traditional clashes of blades. Bullets whizzed through the air, catching the slayers off guard.

As the smoke cleared, Gyokko chuckled, admiring the chaos he had wrought. “Such efficiency,” he mused. “But nothing beats the art of true carnage.” Reverting to his bloodthirsty roots, ready to finish the fight the way he knew best—with brutal, demonic force.