Muse : Muzan Kibutsuji - Tumblr Posts

her forehead is pressed to floor mats, body low to the ground. there’s a tremble in lace before him, silky hair thrown over her shoulder. his presence was unexpected, but he stands before her from the window. “ lord muzan. ” she greets, voice low against the floor.

moonlight shines through , revealing the king of the night . . . “   daki,  ” name falls from his lips as sliding door closes. the immediate reaction , crimson hues watch as her forehead meets the floor. uncrossing his legs , he stands & makes his way over to her , right knee drops --- finger lifts her chin upward to meet his gaze. “   i need you to do something for me,   ” words chill , he takes a softer . . . sweeter approach. manipulating her into his favor, though doma had created the pair . . . without his consent , they've proven to be of use. continuing this little act of kindness : muzan wishes to fuel her desire to serve him and to eliminate any obstacles . . . big or small.

“   someone is going around taking out demons in this district,   ” they've brought in a hashira . . . hindering their business , while also avoiding one another to stay within the shadows and allowing the siblings to go unnoticed “   find them and eliminate the hashira before they can do anything.  ”

if there are things that need to be done, i want to do them. / for muzan...

crimson spheres look down upon doma's newest creation : a slight twitch of annoyance “   are you merely for decoration ?   ” venom drips as legs cross , sitting upon the throne . . . dedicated for someone thought of like a god. “   you should know what to do without asking me,   ” steam rises from the volcano that he is as head drops into his palm. claws scratch at wood “   what have you done since he shared my blood with you ? feast ? minor slayers barely make a scratch.   ”

“   doma may have created you but i can erase you.   ” string echoes as sliding door opens & he rises from where he sat. nakime waits for his return “   use your head.   ” he doesn't care for intentions . . . how he interprets her words ? they were final. as if he should hold her hand like a child , tell her what's on his list. he only needed to focus on the blue tiger lily . . . create more demons until the one appeared.