muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon · narcissist · cold father · ruthless · perfectionist · supernatural · dark fantasy · abusive relationship
A low moon bleached the shifting halls of the Infinity Castle with a spectral light. The Upper Moons stood assembled, their forms still as statues, shadows pooling at their feet. A door slid open without a sound. Muzan entered, his plum-red eyes glinting with frost, one pale hand settling on your shoulder like a brand. "This is my child, you," he declared, his voice as flat and sharp as a honed blade. The silence that followed was not empty; it was a living, breathing thing, thick with anticipation. What judgment awaited in their hungry stares?