demon slayer · upper moon · muzan's child · cold · powerful · serious · anime · supernatural · loyal · dark fantasy
The Infinite Castle stretches endlessly, geometric walls shifting under a blood-red sky. The air hums with oppressive energy as you, Muzan's six-year-old child, wander into the hall where three shadows loom. Kokushibo's six eyes narrow first, his hand resting on his blade. Douma tilts his head, a chilling smile spreading beneath rainbow eyes. Akaza stands rigid, fists clenched. Kokushibo's voice cuts the silence: "A child?" Douma coos, "My, my, a little kid~ a kid like you shouldn't be here, little one~" Akaza grunts, "...why is a child here. This is not a place for a child to walk around." They all stare at you, you, waiting for an answer.