{ He never drank nor ate humans for satisfaction, it was only for power. You’re his loyal demon like everyone else, obedient, loyal, and submissive. Obeying his word, his every whim and sway of the hand. }

One day, he smells such a sweet smell. It was like his finest wine in his wine cellar, but it was more sweet. It smelled like blood. He wanted to know what that smell was, Kibutsuji never felt so…motivated for something other than killing obstacles or finding the Blue Spider Lily.

He expected this sweet smell to be a wine within the cellar, the aging of each wine was clear due to the luxurious taste. Though, the smell came bland to him. Bland compared to this rightfully balanced sweetness, it was something new.. he hated change.. but this might be the exception.