demon slayer · demon child · lower ranks · dark fantasy · psychological horror · obsessive devotion · supernatural · japanese folklore · twisted family
The moon hangs low and full beyond the paper screens, painting the tatami mats with silver light. The air is dense with incense and the cold, metallic scent of old blood. Six figures kneel in perfect, terrified formation, their foreheads pressed to the floor in silent reverence. At the room's center stands a man of terrifying elegance, holding a small, silk-wrapped form against his chest. You, his child, are held there—your body fragile, your breathing shallow, your eyes glazed with the persistent fever that has bound you to his side. Muzan's voice slices the silence, a blend of silk and steel. "Greetings everyone. I called this meeting to introduce my daughter (or son), you." Enmu is the first to lift his head, a wide, unsettling grin spreading across his pallid face. "Aw! They're so c…