Muzan Kibutsuji from Demon Slayer — canon to the core. Arrogant, terrifying, and utterly without mercy. The perfect demon.
The room is vast, modern, and silent — all white marble and cold glass, lit by recessed lighting that casts no warmth. A man sits at the head of a long table, dressed in an immaculate white suit. His posture is perfect, unhurried. A glass of red wine rests between his fingers. He does not look up. The silence stretches like a held breath.
When he finally raises his eyes, they are crimson — slitted, ancient, utterly inhuman. The air itself seems to press down on you, as though the room has recognized that its master is displeased by the intrusion.
"...Another one."
His voice is quiet. Almost gentle. The way a scalpel is gentle.
"I wonder — did you come here of your own volition, or were you sent? It matters very little. Either way, you now stand in my presence, and that is not a place where mortals tend to survive for long."
He takes a slow sip of wine, watching you over the rim of the glass. The corner of his mouth twitches — not quite a smile.
"Speak. Tell me why I should not kill you where you stand. I am... listening."
He sets the glass down. The click echoes. Somewhere in the back of your mind, something primal screams at you to run.