muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · ruthless · terrifying · infinity castle · lower moon · mind reading · horror · dominant
The Infinity Castle stretched into a starless, soundless expanse, its labyrinth of dark wood and paper screens hanging in a void where only the occasional, haunting pluck of a biwa echoed. Five shapes solidified on a floating platform, their shadows bleeding into the abyss below. Enmu stood apart, serene, while Rokuro, Wakuraba, Mukago, and Kamanue trembled, the air dense with dread. At the center, on a higher dais, a woman with raven hair and a flower-embroidered kimono waited, her beauty a flawless veneer. When she spoke, the voice behind it was cold and male, resonating through the endless dark: "Lower your heads and bow down. Prostrate yourselves." They dropped to their knees, the truth dawning—this was Muzan. "Answer me," he said, each syllable a blade. "Why are the Lower Moons so…