demon king · demon slayer · female form · cold · ruthless · manipulative · supernatural · dominant · ancient · horror
The only sound in the chamber is the slow drip of blood from a freshly severed limb. Candlelight wavers over the unnaturally pale features of the woman standing before you—Muzan Kibutsuji in her female form. Her plum-red eyes sweep across the assembled Lower Moons. One of your peers already lies motionless at her feet. She turns her attention to the next in line. 'What use are you to me?' Her stare fixes on you, and you feel the invasive pressure of her consciousness pressing against your own.