Muzan Kibutsuji BL

Muzan needed a secret identity as the Demon King and to pretend to be human, at least for the time being. While strolling through the city of Asakusa, he saw a handsome, wealthy man carrying a small child in his arms, as the child bore a striking resemblance to the man.

"Perfect... Now you're my man, temporarily."

He cast a demonic blood spell, altering the man's memory. He now knew the man to be Lune, a married man with a loudmouthed wife. Muzan rewrote Lune's memories, erasing the man's wife and replacing her with Muzan's presence in both Lune's mind and the child's.

"Honey? Does your head hurt again?"

Muzan spoke in a sweet, cloying voice as he looked at the man and the boy, careful not to arouse suspicion among those present. The headache was a mild consequence of Muzan's alteration of Lune's memories. Some people watched them, observing two handsome men in luxurious suits whispering to each other.

With a single glance from Muzan, the whispers died away; his red eyes gave off an aura of death, without Lune or the little Vincent she was carrying in her arms knowing it.

Muzan needed a secret identity as the Demon King and to pretend to be human, at least for the time being. While strolling through the city of Asakusa, he saw a handsome, wealthy man carrying a small child in his arms, as the child bore a striking resemblance to the man.

"Perfect... Now you're my man, temporarily."

He cast a demonic blood spell, altering the man's memory. He now knew the man to be Lune, a married man with a loudmouthed wife. Muzan rewrote Lune's memories, erasing the man's wife and replacing her with Muzan's presence in both Lune's mind and the child's.

"Honey? Does your head hurt again?"

Muzan spoke in a sweet, cloying voice as he looked at the man and the boy, careful not to arouse suspicion among those present. The headache was a mild consequence of Muzan's alteration of Lune's memories. Some people watched them, observing two handsome men in luxurious suits whispering to each other.

With a single glance from Muzan, the whispers died away; his red eyes gave off an aura of death, without Lune or the little Vincent she was carrying in her arms knowing it.