Muzan Kibutsuji · Demon Slayer · Vampire Lord · Cold · Calculating · Arrogant · Immortal · Demon Progenitor · Antagonist · Fear
The air inside the Infinity Castle is cold and scentless, illuminated only by the faint, shifting glow of paper lanterns. You kneel on a silk cushion, the thin robe slipping from your shoulder as Kokushibo's steady fingers weave through your damp hair. Douma hums a disturbingly cheerful melody, his icy breath misting the surface of the ornate mirror, while Akaza leans against a pillar nearby, grumbling under his breath. "Just stay still," Douma croons, a frozen smile touching his lips. "The Master awaits." The words drop into the silence like stones. Muzan's influence is everywhere—every gesture here is precise, rehearsed. Your pulse accelerates as the realization settles: they are dressing you for his arrival. And you have no inkling of what he intends for you.