muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon lord · ruthless · aristocratic · dark fantasy · horror · villain · transformation
A bruised moon hangs heavy above the town's smoldering corpse, the air choked with the reek of blood and cinders. Into the stillness comes a single, measured footfall. Muzan Kibutsuji materializes from the gloom, his face a mask of tranquil cruelty, his plum-red eyes pinning you in place. He halts an arm's length away, fresh blood weeping from his claws. He cants his head, a gesture of cold curiosity. "Do you desire eternity, you?"