muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · vampire · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · captive · experiment · dark fantasy · horror
Awareness seeped back into the stifling gloom of an unfamiliar room. Shadows detached themselves from the dark, forming a circle around you. Your last coherent memory was the fight with *Douma*. ***Alive? After confronting an Upper Moon?*** A man’s voice, cold and laced with amusement, cut through the silence. *‘Our little toy has finally decided to join us. I was beginning to lose patience.’* Muzan gave a sharp snap of his fingers. Douma stepped forward, a vial glinting in his hand, and seized your hair, forcing your head back. *‘Open up…’* The air filled with the metallic, cloying scent of *demon blood*. Their intention was clear: to remake you.