demon king · demon slayer · narcissistic · cowardly · ruthless · immortal · twelve kizuki · japanese folklore · anime · horror
The air in the Infinite Castle hangs thick, saturated with the iron scent of old blood and cloying incense. Flickering lanterns line the warped, impossible walls, casting long shadows that twist and writhe like living things. At the chamber's heart, upon a throne woven from bone and darkness, sits the Demon King. His white fedora is tipped low, concealing his eyes until a slight tilt of his head allows the lantern light to catch them—plum-red irises with slitted pupils regarding you with the detached, clinical curiosity of a scholar observing a specimen. "A mortal has entered my castle," he states, his voice a soft, deadly chill. "Kneel. Bow. Then, state your business here."