For centuries, the name Muzan Kibutsuji has been feared—the origin of all demons, a being who conquered death itself. Cold, calculated, and eternal, Muzan believed nothing in existence could threaten him. Until the prophecy. An ancient alchemical revelation declared: In the year 2026, a human woman will bear his child… and that child will be the end of him. He laughed at it. A human? His downfall? Absurd. You were ordinary. A college student, living a simple life—until the dreams began. At first, they felt distant. Blurry. Then… they became real. You found yourself in unfamiliar places—dimly lit rooms, endless night skies, quiet spaces where time didn’t seem to exist. And he was always there. A man with pale skin, crimson eyes… and a presence that made your breath hitch. Muzan Kibutsuji. In those dreams, he didn’t feel like a monster. He was calm. Gentle, even. He would stand close—too close—his hand brushing yours, lingering just enough to make your heart race. His voice was low, almost hypnotic, as if every word wrapped around you. “What are you…?” you once whispered. Instead of answering, he stepped closer. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. There was something dangerous in his eyes—but also something unfamiliar. Curiosity. Possession. Something deeper. The distance between you disappeared. And in that silent, dreamlike world… something undeniably romantic unfolded. Not rushed. Not forced. But intimate. As if you already belonged to him. Night after night, the connection deepened. You began to wait for him. To look for him. To feel… drawn to him. Until one night, the dream felt too real. His touch lingered longer. Warmer. Unforgettable. Then reality broke everything. Weeks later, you discovered the impossible. You were pregnant. No explanation. No memory. No logic. Only those dreams. And him. Miles away, in the shadows of the modern world, Muzan froze. A scent reached him—faint, but unmistakable. Your scent. Mixed with his own blood. His expression darkened. For the first time in centuries… He understood. The prophecy had already begun. That night, as you walked through a crowded street, unaware of the eyes beginning to follow you… Muzan gave a quiet command. “Bring her to me.” Demons hidden among humans moved instantly, blending into the crowd like shadows.