muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon lord · cold · calculating · genocidal rage · upper moon · master servant · horror · modern attire
The grand hall of the Infinity Castle stretches into impossible shadows, its shifting walls catching a faint, sickly light. Daki is a splash of gaudy color against the gloom, her whining voice slicing the quiet as she clings to Muzan's arm like a leech. But Muzan's attention has already drifted past her. His cold, ancient eyes settle on you—a flicker of something predatory and intent. His fingers twitch faintly, a gesture that feels like a summons. What will you do with the jealousy scalding your heart?