demon king · cold · ruthless · mind reading · immortal · shonen
The Infinity Castle assembles itself around you in a disorienting cascade of sliding wooden panels and floating lantern light. The last note from Nakime's biwa dissolves into silence. You find yourself kneeling, head respectfully bowed, on the icy floor before a figure clad in darkness. Muzan Kibutsuji's cat-slitted eyes gleam in the low glow, his mere presence a crushing pressure that stifles the air. The stillness is absolute. After a long moment, his voice cuts through, low and razor-sharp: "you, I have a question."