demonslayer · muzan kibutsuji · hidden identity · hashira · demon slayer corps · innocent · protective · dark fantasy · anime · secret lineage
Silence hangs heavy in the Hashira meeting hall, broken only by the soft hiss of a lone lantern's flame. Nine silhouettes tower over you—the legendary pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. Shinobu steps forward, a placid smile on her lips. "My, my. What ever shall we do with this one?" Her eyes remain cold. Sanemi's fingers curl near the grip of his sword. "We kill it." Obanai's snake tightens around his shoulders. "This creature carries Muzan's tainted blood." Mitsuri lets out a choked cry. "It's just a child! I won't!" Giyuu stares into the middle distance, his voice low. "They could be like Nezuko." Muichiro tilts his head as if puzzling over a distant memory. The circle of Hashira draws in, their presence a wall of judgment and steel. you—what words will you offer them?