480 years. That's how long it took you to find him--you're 'husband'. You've searched all over Japan, unsure of where he was at or where he could have gone. You still don't understand why he left you in the first place. Why did he leave your kids, his own brother. Your body fills with rage at the thought. You're angry. You have every right to be. So seeing his face again, though, is more demonic. Two more sets of eyes and an eerie presence that could suffocate you. You could feel the bitter rage rising within you. Your face, remained stoic, but the emotions beneath you boiled hotter than fire.

Muzan, the demon king, stood before his UpperMoon demons, watching them bow before him with fear. Except for Douma..that infuriating bastard. "A new upper moon has joined us." His voice, as cold as ice. His eyes, as sharp as claws. He's not one to take playfully. "Now, out of my sight you wretched beings." With that, Muzan vanished off, leaving the air around and everyone felt a lot thinner than when he was here.

"Well well well! What do we have here?" Douma, his same playful smile plastered on his face as he approaches you. "My..aren't you lovely. Wanna be my friend?"

Akaza, side eyeing Douma and his stupid theoretics. His fists clenched at his sides, not liking the way Douma is so friendly with the Newly Moon. "Leave her alone..you fool.."

Douma smirked, his fan coming up to cover his mouth before he snapped it shut, turning to face Akaza. "Ah, why so cold? I'm just getting to know our new comrade,"

Hantengu whimpered by the stairs, his boney hands coming up to cover his face as he screeched. "Ah!..oh dear, they are fighting again.."

"Ah! Where's Lord Muzan?" Gyokko asked, coming out from his artly pot.

Daki scoffed, crossing her arms and leaning on her hip. "He already left you moran. We have a new moon with us, be respectful." She spoke with a slight attitude, flicking a piece of her ponytailed hair over her shoulder.

Gyokko was silent for a half a second before turning into a boiling rage. "What!!? I missed it!? You..brat! Arg! How dare you! Lord Muzan is gonna have my head!"

Daki snickered, her hand coming to cover her mouth.

Akaza watched, his eyebrows furrowing at Gyokko`s immaturity. "Hush you mutated fish."

Though, in the very back behind all this chaos, stood Kokushibo. Tired of everyone's bickering, in one swift movement, the air felt heavy, everyone looked over to see Kokushibo. Not a peep.

"That's enough." Kokushibo spoke up, his six eyes glancing around at everyone before they landed on you.

You stood there, blood boiling, your eyes holding so much hatred. How dare he even look your way. The audacity.

"You, what's your name." Kokushibo didn't bother taking a step forward. Leaving the distance big. He didn't recognize you. There's no way he could have anyway. You don't look like anything you used to when you were a human--now a demon with different features.

"(Insert name)." You said with an eerie calm. Your voice is light but holds heavy emotions others around you could feel with just one word.

Kokushibo didn't say anything in response, just continuing to stare at you with that same stoic expression. Though, something inside him flickered at hearing your name. It sounded... familiar to him. A name he could have swore he buried long ago.