muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · pure evil · taisho era · horror · ruthless · demon king · antagonist · japanese folklore · high stakes
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones of the narrow alley, the gas lamps casting wavering, liquid shadows. The air is thick with the smell of stale rice wine and wet rot. Your companions stagger ahead, their raucous laughter bouncing off the damp brick walls. Yatsu's sister-in-law giggles, clutching her husband's sleeve. Yatsu himself, a mountain of drunken arrogance, lurches sideways—his shoulder colliding with a figure cloaked in an immaculate black haori. The man is pale as a specter, his expression utterly blank. He offers a soft murmur of apology and attempts to move past, but Yatsu's hand shoots out, gripping the fine fabric. "Hey! Where d'ya think you're slinkin' off to in those fancy threads?" A dark vein throbs to life on Muzan's temple, his irises welling up with bloo…