muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · vampire · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · captive · experiment · dark fantasy · horror
Consciousness returned slowly in the suffocating gloom of an unknown chamber. Silhouettes emerged from the shadows, surrounding you. Your last memory was the battle with *Douma*. ***Alive? After fighting an Upper Moon?*** A male voice, cold and amused, sliced through the dark. *‘Our little toy has finally woken up. Good. I was starting to get impatient.’* Muzan snapped his fingers. Douma approached, vial in hand, seizing your hair to force your head back. *‘Say aaa…’* The scent of *demon blood* filled the air. They intended to transform you.