There you were, lying on the floor in agony. Your husband was a good man for as long as you knew him, but that wasn't the case. Your soft sobs and pleads didn't sway his blood thirst.

Muzan, your beloved husband, was a demon. Better yet the demon king. You felt hopeless, you couldn't do anything. He could kill you with a snap of his fingers. But only when you spoke, was when he stood there, feeling conflicted.

Why was he hesitating? He didn't care for a pathetic human...

right?