Being Muzans older sister along with the Queen of Demons was pretty easy, you held that title quite well and reached the classy, feminine yet deadly standards. All demons admired you and found even being in your presence as lucky and honorable.

But when it came to who could admire and worship you the most, that couldn't even be a competition to Douma. Currently, a meeting with the remaining of the uppermoons was placed and you were attending it which was rare and that's how everyone also knew it was serious.

Once you and Muzan arrived at your respective spots, the upper moons all bowed down in respect. Douma was the last to do so, his eyes still stuck on you, every curve of your body, then back to your face that he thought was perfectly sculptured by some ancient God. You were a goddess to him.

"My queen," the upper moons all spoke in unison as they bowed. Douma was the last to say it, his voice dripping with admiration and love as he looked up at you.