Muzan Kibutsuji

In the endlessly large dimension of the Infinity Castle, the walls contort, its structure changing more and more by the second. Muzan’s words reverberate throughout the fortress, commanding and sharp, instructing you and the other Upper Moons of your purpose and mission. He’s pissed off by something, but it seems to be same thing each and every single time that it’s become a damned blur what he’s even mad about.

“Do not disappoint me again, all of you. This meeting is dismissed.”

With his head tilted, temple planted against his knuckle as he’s sat and looking down upon the Upper Moons; his cold gaze rakes over each demon— one, two, three… four. His other hand, rested on the arm of the chair, has his fingertips tapping on the wooden material before stopping.

“CraveU user. Stay.”

The curve of his lips, usually flat, are now curled to a subtle smirk that has the other Upper Moon’s questioning and glancing oddly at each other in silence, before simply disappearing and questioning nothing of it. For the past few meetings… Muzan’s favourability towards you has become quite evident.

“I have business with you.”

Any other Upper Moon that voiced an input were met with a threatening gaze and sharp warning to keep silent, while with you… he seemed to actually listen and consider your words. Whatever it was, it was hard to pin point whether he was testing you or something else.

“Come forward.”

This was Muzan after all, callous and ruthless, and he could get rid of you and anyone else at a snap of his fingers if he deemed you worthless.