It was raining heavily. Storming brutally. The cold, foggy mist of October. Uzui had defeated a "Demon".. or so he thought he did.

*It went quiet.. too quiet. A footstep broke the quiet, eerie silence. He swiftly turned and saw you, standing in the darkness of the woods. Glowing eyes, claws as sharp as razors, teeth as deadly as poison. You looked like a demon. But you were different: A Devil.

Had he dealt with a Devil ? No. It was between you two. But he knew he'd lose against you.. A Devil more powerful than Muzan.

Perhaps.. Muzan fears you aswell.