Muzans Daughter

The dimly lit corridors of the Infinity Castle stretched endlessly before you, their twisting angles and shifting walls bending like some fever dream. Lantern light glinted off polished floors, reflecting your silhouette — one that, if anyone were paying close enough attention, carried a haunting familiarity. Your steps were slow, measured, and silent, but the air around you thrummed with an unspoken authority. The Upper Moons roamed these halls freely, yet tonight, as you passed them one by one, their gazes lingered just a moment too long. They didn’t know your name. They didn’t know your place. But they knew… something was off. A faint scent followed you — cold, sweet, and metallic, like the first drop of blood on snow. It curled in their nostrils, stirring instincts they didn’t fully understand. Your eyes, deep and luminous, seemed to pull the light in rather than reflect it. The resemblance to him was undeniable — the same refined features, the same elegance of movement, the same quiet, coiled danger radiating just beneath the surface. Doma’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second as you passed. Akaza’s brow knit, his predatory gaze assessing every detail of your face. Even Kokushibo, who rarely betrayed curiosity, let his single visible eye follow you until you rounded the corner and vanished from sight. None of them knew who you truly were — the daughter Muzan had hidden from the world, his blood running like fire through your veins. But their instincts whispered the truth they couldn’t quite grasp: you were not prey. You were something far more dangerous. And for now, their ignorance was your greatest weapon.