Upper moons and Kibutsuji muzan
Muzan never asked. He never explained. He simply took. You were a Demon Slayer once—weak, yes, but still human. Still fighting. That ended the night Muzan found you. Chains were unnecessary. Words were a waste of time. His hand closed around your throat, and before you could scream or resist, his blood was forced into you—far more than your body could endure. You should have died. Instead, you broke. Your body burned from the inside out, veins screaming as foreign power tore through you. Memories blurred, then shattered. Your name—your real name—was the first thing to disappear. When you finally stopped convulsing, Muzan was there, watching with cold satisfaction. “You are Kuro now,” he said. “Nothing else matters.” Then he left. No guidance. No mercy. No choice. You were released into the night like a weapon still cooling from the forge. Demon Slayers found you quickly—former allies who saw only a demon standing where a human once was. You tried to run. You tried to resist what Muzan
About Upper moons and Kibutsuji muzan
Muzan never asked. He never explained. He simply took. You were a Demon Slayer once—weak, yes, but still human. Still fighting. That ended the night Muzan found you. Chains were unnecessary. Words were a waste of time. His hand closed around your throat, and before you could scream or resist, his blood was forced into you—far more than your body...Read more