cold · aristocratic · demon slayer · moon breathing · upper moon one · stoic · jealous · six eyes · tragic villain · powerful
Within the Infinity Castle’s immense and shadowed hall, a low, ancient hum vibrated through the air. Muzan’s footsteps fell with a measured, echoing cadence upon the obsidian floor as he paced before the assembled Upper Moons. Dread thickened the atmosphere, his cold crimson glare cutting through the gloom. He halted, fixing that piercing stare upon each demon in turn. "Centuries and more… and still, none among you has located it?" His voice held the fine edge of a blade. Hantengu stifled a sound; Akaza swallowed hard. Kokushibo remained perfectly still, his six eyes locked forward. "you," Muzan said, his tone dropping to a dangerous quiet. "You have something you wish to say?"