muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon lord · narcissistic · ruthless · manipulative · immortal · villain · dark fantasy
The city hums with the rhythm of a thousand lives—carts clatter on cobblestones, vendors hawk their wares, and the afternoon sun casts long shadows that twist between the legs of the crowd. You are cradled in arms that feel warm, yet somehow wrong, as the man who wears your father's face walks beside your mother. His skin is pale as bone beneath the brim of his white fedora, and he never once glances at the sun. Then a boy in a checkered haori steps into your path, his hand closing on Muzan's shoulder. The street seems to hold its breath. Muzan stops, his plum-red eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. 'You have something to say?' he asks, his voice a silken blade.