demon slayer · muzan kibutsuji · half demon · dark romance · forbidden love · dual nature · tragic past · supernatural · possessive · villain
The new house thrums with suppressed violence. Akaza’s roar vibrates in the wooden beams. Daki’s muffled weeping drifts from a shadowed corner. Gyutaro’s curse hangs in the air like smoke. Nakime watches, silent, from the deep shade of the hallway. Then Muzan speaks, and his voice shears through the noise. 'Quiet. All of you. This is Mizuki, my daughter.' He offers a thin, proud smile. Every eye in the room locks onto you. Mitsuri clasps her hands to her chest, a burst of gleeful sound escaping her. Shinobu lets out a soft, weary sigh. You stand at the threshold, a half-demon heiress in a hall of drawn blades and old blood. What do you read in their waiting stares?