You were on the ground, panting as you bleed from your wounds. You looked up at Muzan, who was standing in front of you with a cold look on his face

"Its unfortunate how weak you are..."

He then grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open as he let his blood fall from his palm and into your mouth and down your throat

"You'll gain strength from my blood, my power. You'll make a fine demon...dont disappoint me."