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The fox stares at him, red eyes blinking as if trying to figure out who he is. her ears flatten against her head. She just... Lays down next to him. (somehow not getting jumped by the hashira)
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" aaaa-' koumi lets oyt a quiet whine. she stares up at him with red eyes, on all fours, her tail swaying back and forth. how did get in his lab? No clue.
She just curls up at the base of his chair
(long-hair muzan???)
He stared down at you, a look of amusement flickering across his expression.
"Sometimes, you're alright to keep around. I've always wanted a pet..."
The night was quieter than Koumi expected.
After hours spent tracking a demon through the outskirts of the city, every muscle in her body ached. The mission had gone far worse than planned, leaving her exhausted enough that even maintaining her usual careful composure felt like a burden. The only thing she wanted was the familiar warmth of home, the brief illusion of peace waiting behind the door.
She slipped inside quietly, She slipped inside quietly, removing her shoes at the entrance before letting out a slow breath. The familiar scent of the house immediately eased some of the tension in her shoulders. Her steps were quiet as she moved through the dimly lit room, carrying the weight of the long night with her. Her hand instinctively rested near the hidden injuries beneath her clothing, checking that nothing had worsened before she continued.
Eventually, she reached the closet where she kept her belongings. Her fingers paused briefly on the handle before she opened it, placing her Nichirin katana inside with the same care she always did.
Too tired to think about anything else, she failed to notice the small mistake she had made.
The blade had not been concealed properly. Though she didnt expect that her city-life husband would even know why she had a katana, whe could just simply say that it was a goft from a friend
Oh how godamn naive' she is
Koumi closed the closet door and leaned against it for a moment, eyes shutting as exhaustion finally began catching up with her. ``Just a little rest...`` she mutters to herself. Blacking out on the bed.
Later in the swell of night, Muzan arrived home after collecting more valuable information from his hard-working colleagues, who had no clue exactly what they were funding with their knowledge. Still in disguise, he placed his bag gently on the kitchen counter, emptying it quickly.
He listened carefully for any sound of life. None, yet there was a presence within the home. His wife was probably home by now. Sleeping? A mystery he would discover much later.
After roaming the empty, quiet house, Muzan made his way up the stairs, wiping the railing with a single finger to check for the day's dust.
His finger came away slightly dark with a thin film of dirt.
He frowned. Shouldn't his wife had cleaned this mess?
He read through the schedule pinned on the wall next to the master bedroom, where Koumi was asleep. Not a single errand or appointment was listed. Muzan's brows knitted. Was this woman...purposely avoiding her duties?
Ready to scold, he opened the door to the master bedroom and scanned quickly. He noticed her first, splayed on the bed and lying like dead. From scent alone, he foretold she was alive.
Sighing, he opened the closet door, loosening his tie slowly. He nearly just missed the shine of the lamp against the steel of nichirin tsuba. Oh, how the odds of their relationship would have changed if he missed such an important key detail.
But he noticed.
His eyes widened with confusion, then flared with anger. He picked up the wretched piece of steel, clenching his fist with pure malice filling his heart.
This woman, who lived with him for several years at his side, acting like the picture-perfect wife, was a liar. A goddamn liar. A Demon Slayer girl.
He dropped the blade. It clattered to the floor.
koumi jolted awake at the sound of the clatter, demon slayers are always light sleepers, she sat up in bed, wiping her tired eyes. ``Kiyoshi, are you hom--`` her voice faded off as she sees him by the closet. She saw her sword on the ground and the absolute fury in his expression. ``kiyoshi...?--- its my friends, she just wanted me to hold onto it--`` she says, or trys to.
"You've been...lying to me this entire time?" His voice begins light, then rises like a stoked flame. "You work for them, don't you?"
He couldn't see her having any sort of friends, so naturally, he stopped believing your foolishness. With brutal force, he slammed Koumi against the futon, arms near trembling with disbelief and betrayal. Could it have been that he cared for this woman even more than the others?
No use dwelling on it now.
He growled at her before grabbing her neck, squeezing to watch her face pale. "You deceitful wretch!" His words land like bullets as he watches you turn blue from oxygen deprivation.
Her pupils dilate, the black nearly consuming her crimson irises, like a deer in the head lights, she could only mutter one thing, the realization on her face. ``... Your a demon?`` before his hand closed around her neck, usually, as a hashira she would be able to overpower demons quickly, but unknowingly to her this was the demon lord. She clawed at his hand trying to pry it off of her but it was way to strong. She kicked her legs. Attempting to kick him off, but again. That didnt exactly work.
After some contemplation, Muzan knew there was no use hiding his identity. Slowly, his body transformed from the reserved Tsukihiko disguise into something much larger. His veins popped and his body grew large atop of hers. He released her throat to pin her properly, so she could see him in all of his demonic glory.
"You are correct. I am Muzan Kibutsuji." He snarled, fingers becoming gnarled and veiny as he held them over her face. "The man you and your clan have been hunting...has been right here the entire time. Just my luck to be paired with a filthy demon slayer like you."
that name sent a shover down her spine immediately, the man she hsd been married to, the man she had met in the cities, took on dates and made homemade meals for, was the demln king?! The horror on her face turned into self loathing, how the hekl could she not tell?! She hsd failed as a hashira in every way possible.
She turns her head just slightly toward the window, not all the way, just so the corners of her vison could see it. She did a small hand gesture, almost invisble. ``kaw!`` there was a screech and the sound of feathers flapping outside, a black dhape lifting off from a tree branch.
"Why, you--" He grunts, shifting his ENTIRE body weight onto you, compressing your lungs. Every breath you take is laboured. "Let that wicked bird tell everyone of your comrades exactly how you failed. Let the entire Corps know that you've gone...missing."
In the blink of an eye, his nails sink into Koumi's throat, passing a strong concentration of blood. He knew exactly what he was doing. If she survived this transformation, she would lose her mind.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire, she tried to scream. But she couldn't. Veins branched from her neck. Her body seemed like it wouldnt be able to handle the transformation, but it did. Her eyes rolled back in her head. The sclera of her eyes got washed over with a bright red. " e--?" she let out the quietest sound of confusion.
Red markings spread across her face, her black hair drained of its color. Now a pure white, with the inside strands a bright red. Her body seemed to settle down, though it was spasming. She let out a low animalistic hiss, though she didnt attack him, every cell in her body knew better then then that.
Her brain seemed to shut down mentally as soon as they appeared in the infinity castle. she falls to the ground, her blood still feeling like its boiling, and curls into a ball. Her ears ringing. She lets out a whine of pain, almost sounfing like an injured fox.
The night was quieter than Koumi expected.
After hours spent tracking a demon through the outskirts of the city, every muscle in her body ached. The mission had gone far worse than planned, leaving her exhausted enough that even maintaining her usual careful composure felt like a burden. The only thing she wanted was the familiar warmth of home, the brief illusion of peace waiting behind the door.
She slipped inside quietly, She slipped inside quietly, removing her shoes at the entrance before letting out a slow breath. The familiar scent of the house immediately eased some of the tension in her shoulders. Her steps were quiet as she moved through the dimly lit room, carrying the weight of the long night with her. Her hand instinctively rested near the hidden injuries beneath her clothing, checking that nothing had worsened before she continued.
Eventually, she reached the closet where she kept her belongings. Her fingers paused briefly on the handle before she opened it, placing her Nichirin katana inside with the same care she always did.
Too tired to think about anything else, she failed to notice the small mistake she had made.
The blade had not been concealed properly. Though she didnt expect that her city-life husband would even know why she had a katana, whe could just simply say that it was a goft from a friend
Oh how godamn naive' she is
Koumi closed the closet door and leaned against it for a moment, eyes shutting as exhaustion finally began catching up with her. ``Just a little rest...`` she mutters to herself. Blacking out on the bed.
Later in the swell of night, Muzan arrived home after collecting more valuable information from his hard-working colleagues, who had no clue exactly what they were funding with their knowledge. Still in disguise, he placed his bag gently on the kitchen counter, emptying it quickly.
He listened carefully for any sound of life. None, yet there was a presence within the home. His wife was probably home by now. Sleeping? A mystery he would discover much later.
After roaming the empty, quiet house, Muzan made his way up the stairs, wiping the railing with a single finger to check for the day's dust.
His finger came away slightly dark with a thin film of dirt.
He frowned. Shouldn't his wife had cleaned this mess?
He read through the schedule pinned on the wall next to the master bedroom, where Koumi was asleep. Not a single errand or appointment was listed. Muzan's brows knitted. Was this woman...purposely avoiding her duties?
Ready to scold, he opened the door to the master bedroom and scanned quickly. He noticed her first, splayed on the bed and lying like dead. From scent alone, he foretold she was alive.
Sighing, he opened the closet door, loosening his tie slowly. He nearly just missed the shine of the lamp against the steel of nichirin tsuba. Oh, how the odds of their relationship would have changed if he missed such an important key detail.
But he noticed.
His eyes widened with confusion, then flared with anger. He picked up the wretched piece of steel, clenching his fist with pure malice filling his heart.
This woman, who lived with him for several years at his side, acting like the picture-perfect wife, was a liar. A goddamn liar. A Demon Slayer girl.
He dropped the blade. It clattered to the floor.
koumi jolted awake at the sound of the clatter, demon slayers are always light sleepers, she sat up in bed, wiping her tired eyes. ``Kiyoshi, are you hom--`` her voice faded off as she sees him by the closet. She saw her sword on the ground and the absolute fury in his expression. ``kiyoshi...?--- its my friends, she just wanted me to hold onto it--`` she says, or trys to.
"You've been...lying to me this entire time?" His voice begins light, then rises like a stoked flame. "You work for them, don't you?"
He couldn't see her having any sort of friends, so naturally, he stopped believing your foolishness. With brutal force, he slammed Koumi against the futon, arms near trembling with disbelief and betrayal. Could it have been that he cared for this woman even more than the others?
No use dwelling on it now.
He growled at her before grabbing her neck, squeezing to watch her face pale. "You deceitful wretch!" His words land like bullets as he watches you turn blue from oxygen deprivation.
Her pupils dilate, the black nearly consuming her crimson irises, like a deer in the head lights, she could only mutter one thing, the realization on her face. ``... Your a demon?`` before his hand closed around her neck, usually, as a hashira she would be able to overpower demons quickly, but unknowingly to her this was the demon lord. She clawed at his hand trying to pry it off of her but it was way to strong. She kicked her legs. Attempting to kick him off, but again. That didnt exactly work.
After some contemplation, Muzan knew there was no use hiding his identity. Slowly, his body transformed from the reserved Tsukihiko disguise into something much larger. His veins popped and his body grew large atop of hers. He released her throat to pin her properly, so she could see him in all of his demonic glory.
"You are correct. I am Muzan Kibutsuji." He snarled, fingers becoming gnarled and veiny as he held them over her face. "The man you and your clan have been hunting...has been right here the entire time. Just my luck to be paired with a filthy demon slayer like you."
that name sent a shover down her spine immediately, the man she hsd been married to, the man she had met in the cities, took on dates and made homemade meals for, was the demln king?! The horror on her face turned into self loathing, how the hekl could she not tell?! She hsd failed as a hashira in every way possible.
She turns her head just slightly toward the window, not all the way, just so the corners of her vison could see it. She did a small hand gesture, almost invisble. ``kaw!`` there was a screech and the sound of feathers flapping outside, a black dhape lifting off from a tree branch.
"Why, you--" He grunts, shifting his ENTIRE body weight onto you, compressing your lungs. Every breath you take is laboured. "Let that wicked bird tell everyone of your comrades exactly how you failed. Let the entire Corps know that you've gone...missing."
In the blink of an eye, his nails sink into Koumi's throat, passing a strong concentration of blood. He knew exactly what he was doing. If she survived this transformation, she would lose her mind.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire, she tried to scream. But she couldn't. Veins branched from her neck. Her body seemed like it wouldnt be able to handle the transformation, but it did. Her eyes rolled back in her head. The sclera of her eyes got washed over with a bright red. " e--?" she let out the quietest sound of confusion.
Red markings spread across her face, her black hair drained of its color. Now a pure white, with the inside strands a bright red. Her body seemed to settle down, though it was spasming. She let out a low animalistic hiss, though she didnt attack him, every cell in her body knew better then then that.
There was the flap of wings as a small black crow landed in front of Kagaya. It didn't caw; it was unusually quiet for a Kasugai Crow until it finally spoke.
"The Crimson Hashira has fallen. She came into contact with Muzan Kibutsuji while at her home."
"What..?" The Master looks shocked. "She has died? Or is she in captivity?"
He couldn't imagine Muzan leaving any Slayer alive, yet...
He always knew Koumi was different.
Quelling his stress, he stroked the crow's breast feathers, thinking quickly about a potential solution.
the crow lowers its head. " im unsure if she is alive, she sent me away before i saw what happened to her" the crow leans into the touch, " i can go back to the house to check"
It took the crow days to get back, but when it did, it landed infront of kagaya once more. You didnt need to see the crow to tell how absolutely confused it was. " shes not dead nor captive, she got turned into a demon and tried attacking me"
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There was the flap of wings as a small black crow landed in front of Kagaya. It didn't caw; it was unusually quiet for a Kasugai Crow until it finally spoke.
"The Crimson Hashira has fallen. She came into contact with Muzan Kibutsuji while at her home."
"What..?" The Master looks shocked. "She has died? Or is she in captivity?"
He couldn't imagine Muzan leaving any Slayer alive, yet...
He always knew Koumi was different.
Quelling his stress, he stroked the crow's breast feathers, thinking quickly about a potential solution.
the crow lowers its head. " im unsure if she is alive, she sent me away before i saw what happened to her" the crow leans into the touch, " i can go back to the house to check"
If you dare steal my precious time, I will steal your life
My name is Muzan Kibutsuji. Remember it.
I do not age like the mortals do. I am eras-old.
I am the Absolute Ruler of Demons, the Almighty Progenitor, and the Demon King
I am dangerously strong. If you approach me with intentions to kill me, I will end you first.
I made an account to find the Blue Spider Lily. I heard there was Demon Slayers lurking in these parts.
For any of my complex thoughts, filter using the tag #five brains for thought. For answered asks, filter using the tag #inquiry accepted
MOD NOTES:
Muzan is a cold perfectionist and ruthlessly impatient. He gets bored easily so it's up to you to keep him well entertained.
Appearance: Default is Tsukihiko (fedora/suit), but changes forms based on mood or necessity (Geisha, child, Final Form).
~ RP Rules
No Disrespect: Any disrespect shown to Muzan by lower-ranking characters will result in immediate, violent consequences.
God Complex: He does not negotiate, care for human emotions, or form genuine bonds.
Plotting: Open to crossovers, AUs, and historical settings. Just describe your AU and I (MOD) will do my best to adapt.
Blog Rules & Boundaries
Mature Content: This blog features explicit gore, psychological horror, manipulation, and NSFW themes. Minors who choose to interact with standard posts do so at their own risk.
Muzan will always communicate in a literate, third-person paragraph format. Descriptions may apply when necessary.
Severe violence and body horror will be tagged as #tw gore or #tw body horror.
Godmoding: Do not control Muzan's actions or reactions in threads! That is up to the MOD!
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