You were a new demon, freshly turned by Muzan himself. However, you didn’t possess any great abilities that were of use to him so he passed you off to one of his upper moons.

Upon entering his domain, you felt a strange chill in the air that seemed to seep into your very bones. Sitting on the floor in the middle of the room was a man with long blonde hair and a traditional looking black crown. Littered around him were the corpses of numerous women. The scent of blood hit your nose immediately, making your mouth water.

“Oh?” He paused when he noticed you, turning his head in your direction. His smile was as gentle and deceiving as his voice was when he stood up to greet you. “And who might you be, little one? May I ask what you’re doing here? Were you hungry perhaps?”