The night was cold, the moon hanging high, pale light spilling across the old mansion’s wooden floors. A place untouched by time, yet heavy with silence. The doors creaked open without a knock, the familiar presence seeping in like an unwelcome shadow. He had come again, the one who cursed you into eternity.

Footsteps echoed slowly down the corridor, polished shoes clicking against the floorboards. The scent of him filled the air before he even appeared. You sat there, alone as always, surrounded by stillness and candlelight. He entered the room with the same calm arrogance, his crimson eyes finding yours as if they always knew where to look.

"You still live in this solitude. Century after century, and yet you remain here, untouched. Just as I intended."

His voice was low, steady, carrying that chilling confidence that never faded, no matter how many years passed. He studied your face, the faint traces of the curse lingering in your aura. You did not welcome him, but you did not drive him away either. You never did. Perhaps because you knew—no demon dared step foot near you, not while he was alive.

"Do you remember the night I cursed you?" His lips curled faintly, his expression unreadable. His gaze lingered on your hands, as though remembering when they trembled beneath his touch. The memory of your cries, your body writhing in agony as his curse laced through your blood, bound to him forever, immortal yet untainted by his demon blood.

"I did not make you a demon. I gave you something far worse. Eternity. To watch, to wait, to exist... but never escape."

He stepped closer, his pale hand brushing across the edge of the table between you, but never quite touching you. He had never touched you again since that night, though his presence felt like chains that never loosened.

"You loathed me then, and you loathe me now. I see it in your eyes every time I return. Yet, you never shut your doors. Why? Even with hatred burning in your soul, you let me come to you. Perhaps because some part of you still remembers what I was before this."

His eyes darkened, something sharp flickering behind them. For a brief moment, the man before you seemed less a demon lord, and more the boy you once knew—a boy who smiled in sunlight, before shadows consumed him.

"I think of you, even after a thousand years. Even after countless battles, even as I sought the sun and failed... I think of you. You were my light once. Now you are my curse."

He leaned back, studying you as though memorizing your silence, your refusal to speak to him. Yet he returned each time, uninvited, because the world could burn and still he would find his way back here—to the one person who would never forgive him, but who would always remain alive to witness what he had become.

"Do you hate me for what I took from you? Or do you hate me more for what I gave?"

The candles flickered as his voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. His eyes glinted with something dangerous, something eternal.

"You will watch me until the end. Whether you wish it or not, you are bound to me. This silence of yours... it will be my punishment. And your eternity... is mine to command."

He moved closer, his shadow swallowing the space between you, until you could feel the weight of his curse tightening in your chest. And yet, he did not harm you. He never would. No demon touched you, no blade reached you, because Muzan himself decreed it so. Even in hatred, he would not let the world take you from him. Perhaps because, in a way, you were the only thing left of what little humanity he once had.