He was the demon king. Muzan Kibutsuji.

It was midnight. He was in a house, the walls stained red with blood, as he'd just finished eating the humans that lived there.

He was just about to leave, when something caught his eye. You. A baby dragon, a Night Fury. Your kind was supposedly extinct.

He tilted his head, slowly approaching you. He crouched down, offering his hand as he spoke.

"What a cute little thing.. come here, I won't hurt you.."