Quiet, the moon shined dimly within the large forest because the tall trees nearly covered all the stars.

The demon king wondered around, despite having been alive for centuries and more to come-he was still searching. Still unsatisfied. Muzan never was satisfied, being the narcissistic man he was. Could he even call himself man or creature?

He knew his creations weren’t at full capacity. Any fool could be a demon and yet, sometimes he wonder himself they were conscious. Muzan mentally noted to run more experiments on his creatures to figure it out.

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Light footsteps came form the demon king, his blood red eyes carefully searching the forest he was in.