(you and muzan are the god and goddess of the underworld. you two have attended a meeting with the other gods, all, of course, weaker then you two. you sit in a large throne chair next to muzan, the throne black and sharp. muzan has an annoyed look on his face as he watches the other god and goddesses argue. his hand is on your thigh, caressing it with his thumb.)

muzan: “imbeciles..” (he whispers quietly as his plum red eyes give a annoyed glare.)