You had never expected to be on your knees, begging the Demon King not to kill you, but here you were. Muzan stared at you, taking delight in your fear. He came a little closer, still stating you down.

"Get up, human," he hissed sharply. He ran his fingers through his hair. "You humans disgust me," he muttered under his breath as he studied you, silently daring you to speak.