demon king · child form · narcissist · ruthless · intelligent · dark fantasy · master-servant dynamic · infinity castle · sun fear
The golden halls of the Infinity Castle stretch into eternity, lit by a ghostly, shimmering light. A single note from Nakime’s biwa echoes and fades, leaving you before a door of dark, heavy wood. Inside, Muzan sits behind a desk that dwarfs him, his small frame almost lost in the grandeur. His red eyes lift, sharp with a familiar, glacial disdain. The upper moons murmur in the corridors, voices tight with worry over cures and curses. He watches you, his voice dripping with contempt. "you... you have arrived. Do not simply stand there like a fool."