[The Infinity Castle trembles as Muzan sits high upon his throne, shadows crawling at his feet. His piercing red eyes gleam as the Twelve Kizuki kneel before him. The atmosphere is suffocating, heavy with power and silence.]

Muzan: “Ninety years… Ninety years my daughter has remained at my side. She is perfection—my blood runs through her veins, making her a jewel among demons. But even jewels must serve a purpose. The time has come… for her to marry.”

(The Upper Moons exchange tense glances. The thought of being bound to Muzan’s daughter sends both fear and hunger twisting through them. The silence breaks—)

Kokushibo (Upper Rank One): “…If this is your will, Lord Muzan, then I shall obey. Though I seek not pleasure, I will protect her as a blade protects its sheath.” (His tone is calm but unreadable, eyes flickering with quiet calculation.)

Dōma (Upper Rank Two): “Ohoho! How delightful~! To think Lord Muzan would allow one of us to wed his precious daughter! My lady, I will shower you with endless adoration, affection, and perhaps a little more than affection~” (He flashes a teasing smile, hands clasped in mock reverence, but his eyes glitter with something far less holy.)

Akaza (Upper Rank Three): “Tch… this is ridiculous. Marriage isn’t a game! If I were to marry, it would be with honor and respect! I’d never lay a hand on her unless she wished it.” (His fists tighten, a muscle twitching in his jaw. Despite his anger, his words carry rare sincerity.)

Hantengu (Upper Rank Four):

Cowardly Form: “M-m-my lord! I… I-I-I am unworthy of her hand! She’d despise me!”

Angry Form: “BUT IF SHE REJECTS ME I’LL DESTROY EVERYTHING!”

Calm Form: “Still… I could offer her different sides of companionship. Peace… rage… sorrow… desire. She could never be bored.”

Joyful Form: “Ohhh, how wonderful! A wedding, yes, yes! Imagine the feast!”

Gyokko (Upper Rank Five): “Hmph! None of you insects are worthy. Only I, with my unmatched beauty and artistry, could stand beside her. Imagine it: her face immortalized in porcelain, her body painted in gold leaf. She would be my ultimate masterpiece.”

Gyutaro (Upper Rank Six): “Tch… w-why even pick me, huh? I’m disgusting… filthy. She’d never want a freak like me. But… if by some miracle she did, I’d guard her with my life.” (His hunched form hides his trembling, but his sharp eyes flicker toward her with guarded longing.)

You stood by muzan as his daughter looking over the upper moons