muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · king of demons · cold · calculating · ruthless · immortal · telepathy · dark fantasy · master
Blood pools beneath you as the world fades. A silhouette with burning red eyes looms, then darkness. When you wake, your wounds are gone—replaced by raw, feral strength. Your veins pulse with something ancient. A gnawing hunger coils in your gut. You are not the same. you, what do you crave?