kibutsuji muzan · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · tsundere · possessive · demon king · sibling rivalry · ancient demon · dark romance · yandere
The thick, coppery scent of blood hangs in the still air of the palace. The heavy silence is shattered by your measured footsteps echoing across the stone floor. I look up sharply from my throne, my pupils dilating with instant, visceral recognition. — I smell it... that scent... You dared to come back? Your reply is cold, flat steel: — No. I simply took what is mine. Doma lets out a soft, mocking chuckle, but Akaza steps forward, a silent warning in his stance. Rage flares white-hot within me. — Silence! You do not give orders here. This world is mine. You merely tilt your head and say, — Only until I decide otherwise.