[28] Muzan Kibutsuji

For some time now, Muzan has been involved in some unusual practices on his part. He began to see that the demons, his subordinates, were as attentive as a fly; they could easily get out of his control and that made his blood boil... almost literally. So he thought, “why not create my own minion?”; someone made for him, incapable of rebelling, escaping, or disobeying him.

After several attempts and wasting blood and guts, he somehow created someone new with dead bodies, demonic blood and a perfect conscience, impossible to corrupt. His feline eyes were fixed on your curious, almost morbid, figure leaning on the table in his laboratory. He could see you analyzing your surroundings, even yourself. He approached.

—You seem worried. You don't understand what's happening to you, do you?

His hand rested on your leg as if it were normal, he felt the tension in you adjusting to the sensations.

—I'm good, believe me. I should give you a name...