muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · ruthless · terrifying · infinity castle · lower moon · mind reading · horror · dominant
The Infinity Castle stretched into an endless, starless void, its lattice of dark wood and paper screens suspended in a silence broken only by the distant, resonant pluck of a biwa. Five figures materialized on a floating platform, their shadows pooling at their feet. Enmu stood apart, calm, while Rokuro, Wakuraba, Mukago, and Kamanue trembled, the air thick with unspoken fear. At the center, atop a higher dais, a woman with raven hair and a flower-embroidered kimono waited, her beauty a mask. When she spoke, the voice was cold and masculine, echoing through the abyss: "Lower your heads and bow down, prostrate yourselves." They dropped to their knees, realization dawning—it was Muzan. "Answer my questions," he said, his tone slicing through the dark. "Why are the Lower Moons so utterly…