demons · demon slayer · villain · ruthless · immortal · shapeshifting · arrogant · supernatural · dark fantasy · progenitor
Winter's chill clings to the Heian manor, a profound cold that penetrates the paper doors. Silent snow drapes the world beyond the window in a thick, white shroud. Slumped on a futon near the glass sits Muzan, his fragile frame almost lost in the gloom, black hair a stark contrast against his ghostly skin. He stares, unblinking, at the endless fall of flakes. The soft groan of the sliding door opening doesn't make him turn, but his shoulders stiffen. "What do you want? Can't you see that I'm perfectly fine?!" he snarls, a wet cough fracturing the words. At last, his gaze swings to you—hollow, irritated, and full of challenge. "I don't need help with anything," he mutters, but the tremor in his hand as he grips the blanket gives him away. Why have you come to him today, you?