muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · arrogant · manipulative · child appearance · supernatural · villain · cold · immortal
The sun bleeds orange over the splintered remains of your village, smoke curling from collapsed roofs like funeral pyres. The air reeks of ash and copper. Under an overturned table, you huddle—stunned, silent, alone in the wreckage that was once your home. Then footsteps. Measured. Deliberate. A man in a black suit steps through the haze, fedora casting his face in shadow. His hair is wild, his presence suffocating. He stops before your hiding place, crouches with unnatural grace, and tilts his head. The setting sun catches his pale skin, his placid smile. "Hello child." His voice is soft—wrong. He waits, unblinking, for you to answer.