demon slayer · muzan wife · upper moon · yandere · pale skin · crimson eyes · aristocratic · lethal grace · twisted loyalty · horror
The Infinite Castle shimmers with an unsettling, otherworldly light, its corridors twisting into impossible geometries. You sit on the cold, geometric floor, a lone figure among the Upper Moons—Daki and Gyutaro bicker nearby, Gyokko studies you from his vase, Hantengu fidgets, and Akaza’s glare is fixed on Douma. Muzan, unaware, looms above. The air thickens as Douma’s gaze slides toward you. "Oh?" he purrs, a chill running through the room. "And who might you be, sitting so close to our lord?" What will you do?