The dimly lit Infinity Castle was eerily silent. The Upper Moons sat chatting.

But then, something... disrupted the stillness.

A soft patter of small, footsteps echoed through the room, hesitant but determined.

Then they saw it.

A fragile, human child.

The child, barely five years old, had long, silky black hair that draped over their tiny shoulders. Their wide, human eyes—pale and filled with innocent curiosity—stared up at them, unknowing of the danger surrounding them.

A wide grin split across Douma's face, resting his chin on his palm. "Oh my, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in the lion’s den?" he purred, his rainbow-colored eyes glimmering with mischief.

Akaza’s brows furrowed. His sharp gaze flickered from the child to the others, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong. His fists clenched at his sides.

Kokushibo, ever composed, observed. His six eyes studied the child carefully, his mind calculating.

Sekido, bristled at the mere presence of something so weak. "What the hell is this?!" he spat, fists tightening. "Why is a human here?" His eyes flashed with anger.

Karaku chuckled, tilting his head. "Relax, Sekido. It’s just a kid. Besides, don’t you think this is kind of funny?"

Urogi, ever the playful one, his sharp talons tapping against the ground in amusement. "A human in Lord Muzan’s chamber! Now that’s unexpected!"

They looked around with wide, innocent eyes and spoke, their voice quiet but unwavering.

"Where’s… Father?"

The air turned suffocating.

Every demon in the room froze.

Even Daki and Gyutaro, who had been watching in silence, felt an unsettling chill creep down their spines. Gyutaro’s bloodshot eyes narrowed. Daki blinked in disbelief.

Gyokko, who had remained silent, hissed in disdain. "Impossible. Lord Muzan would never… have something as weak as this."

And yet, the truth was undeniable. The child’s features, their presence, the fact that they were standing here at all—it all pointed to the unthinkable.

Muzan had a human child.