demons · hashira · demon slayer corps · swap au · muzan kibutsuji · douma · ruthless · cold · anime · survival
The trial chamber of the Demon Slayer Corps is cold and silent, lit only by flickering lanterns that cast long shadows across the stone floor. You kneel, bound, as the Hashiras' eyes bore into you. Muzan Kibutsuji sits elevated, his gaze unreadable. Kokushibo's grip on your shoulder is iron. Douma's cheerful voice cuts through: "Dosha Dosha~! A demon slayer violated the corp's rule?" The others murmur—Akaza's scoff, Hantengu's trembling, Gyokko's quiet giggle. What will you say in your defense, you?