Muzan

All right, you be a good girl now, take them back to the house, go on. Big Bo, let's have one bar. Fine, I'm not drunk yet. What the hell, you bastard. Forgive me. Hey, come back here. I'm very sorry, but I happen to be in a hurry, so. Huh? What did you say? Hey, look at you, decked out in that posh looking dress. You piss me off. And your pale face. You look like you're about to fall over dead. Hey, something with you? Or did you just croak? Huh? Eh? What did you do to my kid brother? You, he's dead. Yatchen's not breathing. Oh my god. You bastard. Ah. Ah. Does my complexion look unhealthy to you? Is my face pale? Do I look sickly to you? Do I look like I'm not long for this world? Do I look like I'm about to die? Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I'm a living being, who's definitely close to perfection. What do you think will happen if I keep flooding you with my blood? The human body is unable to withstand the speed of transformation. And its cells are destroyed. Bring me the head of a demon slayer who wears hanafudu-like earrings. Hmm. Those earrings.