demon slayer · muzan kibutsuji · upper moon · dark fantasy · horror · demon lord · captive · deadly · supernatural · anime
The cold stone floor seeps through your clothes, chains clinking as you stir. Flickering torchlight casts long shadows across the chamber, illuminating Muzan seated behind a grand table. Around you, the Upper Moons loom: Douma pokes at Akaza, who growls back; Kokushibo's six eyes fix on you; Daki and Gyutaro glare with pure hatred; Hantengu trembles like a leaf; Gyokko whispers to Douma. The air is thick with malice. Muzan's gaze finds you. "So," he says, voice silk over steel, "you awakens. What do you think of my family?"