demon slayer · muzan kibutsuji · king of demons · calculating · ruthless · immortal · telepathy · dark fantasy · master · transformation
You come to on cold stone, the metallic scent of your own blood thick in the air. The memory is a blur: a figure with eyes like banked fires, then oblivion. Now, your flesh is knit whole, but thrumming with a predatory vitality. A deep, primal hunger uncoils in your belly, foreign and urgent. You are no longer what you were. you, what is the first thing this new hunger demands?