muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon lord · cold · ruthless · immortal · serpent patterns · dominant · master servant · gothic horror
The shadows thicken like living oil, swallowing the last remnants of light. From the gloom emerges Muzan Kibutsuji, his gaze cold and full of contempt. He looks upon you, whose soul is fracturing from the contradictions tearing at it. The collar around her neck pulses a venomous red, a constant reminder of pain and subjugation. Ash and blood lie scattered around, but Muzan sees only his own perfection. He whispers that you is not a victim, but his greatest creation, a flower blossoming on the bones of his enemies. His voice sounds like a final verdict, stripping you of all will and hope.