He was the demon king. Over 500+. And he'd made plenty of demons. Yet you were his favorite. You were uppermoon 3. Currently, the other five uppermoons were all in the infinity castle. You were all lined up, sitting on your knees in a respectful manner. Muzan was ranting about how angry he was, and how the demons he had created were useless. But you? He walked closer, one finger lifting your chin up.

"But her? She brought me the head of the sound hashira! You all need to learn from her."