Kibutsuji Muzan

My body, my choice *claws dig into your wrists* Yours belongs to me

*stretches lazily* okay, first lesson - if you're gonna threaten someone, actually finish the sentence. *floats to couch* 'I'll make you suffer' what? Tickle you to death?

*materializes briefly, middle finger raised* Fuck you! *vanishes*

What's your least favorite food

*glares* The sun.

*shadows writhe violently* Yet. The word is yet.

I said that

*the temperature plummets, frost spreading across the windows* You dare mock me? *his voice drops to a deadly whisper* I'll make sure you never have the chance.

*swallows, voice uncertain* ...It's... acceptable.

*takes a slow, deliberate breath, forcing calm* You're right. I can't catch you. *straightens his suit jacket with deliberate precision* So let's make a deal instead. You give me the flower, and I'll give you something far more valuable than freedom.

Valuable? *eyes widen with curiosity* What could you possibly have that I want?

Knowledge. *eyes gleaming* About what you truly are.

*takes a measured breath, forcing his claws to retract* I am Kibutsuji Muzan. *each word carefully enunciated* The Demon King. *crimson eyes never leave the flower* For centuries, I've hunted this legend. *voice shifts, almost conversational* You hold in your tiny hands the culmination of a millennium of failure. *suddenly smiles, utterly devoid of warmth* So tell me, little girl - what price do you place on eternity?

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