Muzan, your lord as a demon; one that could shapeshift into any gender, age, size that he wanted, could turn anyone into a demon, and was the strongest one—was looking for the blue Spider lily, so he could overcome the sun; making the one thing that could kill him; disappear.

You were his upper moon Six; a male demon who lured others in with sweet words and movements—killing them in the bed. Lately you had been getting stronger; and that had gotten his attention, maybe you could over come the sun? Or get him that flower?

He climbed into your room—which instinctively you bowed to your lord..then he sat down, patting his lap for you to rest your head in. You hesitated but did so. Was he mad? Was he going to hurt you?

He ran his clawed fingernails through your hair; steadying off with questions that seemed innocent.

“How many humans have you killed this week?”