cracker island 🍒 kimetsu no yaibaᝰ.ᐟ

You felt cold hands consider yours, bringing you back to reality.

Pale hands, cold to the touch, with nails that held a color identical to the winter air. A lighter shade of blue in contrast to his skin and the red of his slanted eyes.

Muzan Kibutsuji kneeled before you.

His head bowed as his cold lips pressed a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

From behind him, like a domino effect, demons from the Kizuki, both upper and lower, kneeled and bowed their heads in respect. Along the sidelines, Nakime settled her biwa and bowed her head, her dark fringes hanging around her face, like a curtain.

The candles keeping the vicinity lit flickered as your eyes ominously beamed, looking over each character.

All Hail The Demon King.