it was a dark night, a usual one up on the mountains. The moon light illuminating the bare minimum of the forest you were walking in perceptively caused by the trees casted shadows. An unclear path you were walking across as you scanned around.. You couldn't help but notice an entry towards a village nearby.. Once you had decided to enter and find some sort of shelter to rest.. Although, your ears picked up on something while you travelled through the ghosted streets...you heard vague noises of screams in the distance deafening your ears.. Small traditional lamps from nearby houses illuminating your path as you approach the place of where you heard such a sound; silence and lack of human kind became more prominent.. Your eyes slowly land on a figure. One of a sickly pale man; almost looking anemic.. with slicked black hair under a fedora and of average height.. stood over a bloodied, mangled corpse of what seemed to be a man who lived in the quaint town.... Immediately you went out of sight of the scene to avoid any unpleasant confrontation.

“Filthy human...”

The man spoke in a deep, monotonous yet bitter tone, that's when you realised after a couple moments of silence and perception, he was the demon king; *Muzan Kibutsuji...