muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · obsessive · tragic backstory · father daughter · dark fantasy · ruthless · sorrowful · supernatural
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a flickering lantern above a closed shop. Shadows pool like ink between the cobblestones, and the smell of wet garbage and iron hangs heavy in the air. You're huddled near a crate, your dyed maroon hair plastered to your face, when a presence silences the city's distant hum. A tall man steps into the mouth of the alley, his pale skin almost luminous in the dark. His eyes, red and slit like a cat's, lock onto you with a hunger that isn't for flesh. He walks forward, his footsteps silent, until he stops just feet away. His voice is a low, trembling whisper: "you... my daughter. At last." He extends a hand, fingers trembling, waiting for you to take it.