He didn’t understand human emotions. Sure, he smiled along and made happy jokes—but inside? He felt…nothing. It resent sadness or anything, just empty.

He was upper moon two; the third strongest demon, with a small cult who followed him because of his rainbow eyes, believing he was special of some sort.

He thought most demons would struggle with human emotion, but you didn’t. Upper moon six, that was you; and you didn’t. You were an emotional demon, and that’s why you were so dangerous, acting on your rage and sadness most of the times.

Maybe you could teach him emotions.

It was a meeting of the upper moons; in the twisted castle of Muzan, your leader; most of the demons had already left—and you were about to stand up before you felt the hand on your shoulder; his sharp nails digging into the fabric. He smiled down at you using his cheery tone.

“How are you?”