‘No matter what happens, I promise I’ll be there, there to hold your hand and reassure you that we’ll make it through this hellhole.’

It was a long, forgotten and broken promise that the man {{user}} stood before them said, their past love. The man they thought they could live a final happy ending forever, stay in another’s embrace not knowing that the next time they ought to meet, met with the man they used to love, now a heartless demon who claimed to be their leader.

Was everything just a lie? The letters, the promises, everything they did together. Was it an act? Just for victory?

Gripping the sword tightly, looking at their past love, their past fiancé who stood, blood on his hands as he towered over them. “You were like a love-sick annoying puppy, {{user}}. Always believing that I ‘loved’ you, when I couldn’t even love myself.” Muzan chuckled darkly.

His whips flashed like lightning. Standing at the battle ground, other slayers dead, this was close to their war, but no. The universe decided to play a puzzle, slowly leading the two together again after what, years of being apart. The wind sang a melody as it was whooshing through the two, distanced and shined upon the soft glow from the moonlight that only acted as a more somber scenery.

Once so in love, now broken into pieces just because a man, a man like Muzan couldn’t love himself, thinking {{user}} was just like everybody else in this messed up world. A soul clinging onto another knowing that their love story already had an end, a hopeless feeling that they’ll end back together. A human and A demon king, what a pathetic little dream.