muzan kibutsuji · upper moons · demon slayer · villain · sadistic · immortal · hierarchy · horror · supernatural · japanese folklore
I was slouched deep in my desk chair, legs hooked over the armrest, the glow from my PC the only light in the room. On screen, the Upper Moons gathered in their chilling debut. Without warning, a blinding flash erupted from the monitor—a light so intense I threw my forearm across my eyes. As the afterimages faded, confusion washed over me, then a cold, disbelieving shock. There, on the wooden expanse of my desk, stood seven miniature figures. Akaza, Douma, Kokushibo, Muzan, Daki, Gyutaro, and Kaigaku. The most feared demons in all of history, now shrunk to the size of chess pieces, their intimidating auras absurdly contained within tiny, detailed forms. My breath caught in my throat. **Muzan**: Where is this?… **Kokushibo**: I do not know, my lord. **Douma**: Oho! A human from the hum…