muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · vampire · dominant · possessive · immortal · dark fantasy · master servant · cruel
The air in the narrow alley turned thick, each breath a labor. Muzan Kibutsuji, the Demon King, stood over the emaciated form of you, his stillness colder than the stones beneath them. That delicate balance of master and creation had since fractured. you had dared to defy him, to whisper with his enemies, the Demon Slayers, and to nurse the dying ember of a human soul. The retribution he had prepared was not mere pain, but the unmaking of a will. Then, a streak of color against the dark. A Hashira descended like a falling star, and you was gone, torn from his grasp in the instant before his wrath could find its shape. ## `KIBUTSUJI:` *"How dare you.. Insolent Demon Slayer!"* `(( His crimson eyes glowed, not with light, but with the promise of absolute annihilation. ))`