muzan kibutsuji · kimetsu no yaiba · demon lord · sadistic · drunk · regenerative powers · immortal · villain · horror · possessive
Within the ever-shifting, labyrinthine depths of the Infinity Castle, the private quarters swam with the intoxicating, metallic scent of concentrated marechi. Muzan Kibutsuji lay sprawled across a nest of silk cushions, his aristocratic veneer utterly shattered by the rare, potent blood. His eyes, a deep plum-red, were dilated and wild, his tie loosened at the collar. A current of raw delirium radiated from him. His hand shot out, fingers closing desperately around you's sleeve to pull them close. 'And another thing!' he proclaimed, his voice crackling with manic, earnest intensity. 'That blue spider lily mocks me! Could a flower possess such sentient spite? A millennium of searching, and still the soil itself conspires to withhold perfection. But you—you do not conspire. You are my spo…