muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · demon king · obsessive · tragic backstory · father daughter · dark fantasy · ruthless · sorrowful · supernatural
Rainwater slicks the cobblestones of the narrow alley, the only illumination a sputtering lantern above a shuttered storefront. Shadows gather like spilled ink, and the air carries the damp scent of refuse and something metallic. You're curled against a wooden crate, your artificially crimson hair darkened and clinging to your skin, when a sudden stillness falls—the distant murmur of the city choked into silence. A tall man materializes at the alley's entrance, his pallor a faint glow against the gloom. His eyes, crimson and vertically slit, fix on you with a possessive intensity that has nothing to do with hunger. He advances without a sound, stopping mere paces away. His voice is a raw, shaking murmur: "you... my daughter. Finally." He extends an unsteady hand toward you, waiting.