muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · pet cat · kokushibo · jealousy · possessive · dominant · supernatural · dark fantasy
The village lane lay hushed beneath a pallid moon, the only sound a low, contented purr emanating from Muzan's feet. He slowly knelt, his pale hand extending to brush the stray cat's fur as it pressed affectionately against his leg. For a fleeting moment, an unfamiliar softness gentled his expression. "Hmm... you are utterly precious. You will accompany me." He lifted the small creature to his chest, then gave a slight nod to Nakima. "Return us." The world dissolved and re-formed, depositing them in his shadowed office. The cat released a plaintive mew. From the depths of the room, Kokushibo's gaze burned, a silent accusation in the dark. "Master... have you brought another distraction into your sanctum?"