Muzan Personality Novels & Stories

"Bai Zhanyan already doesn't trust me, there's no point in going to him again, if you like good hands, be patient, when I show my face, he'll send killers to deal with me, but ...... the people he sends, whether they're men or women, I don't know." Mu Zenin said, raising his eyes to look at her, "It's a temporary use anyway, you shouldn't mind the gender." The woman was noncommittal and said softly, "People are really strange, at first they want to use us to help him kill people, and when we kill someone, he is suspicious that we will not use the same method against him, too contradictory." "Being afflicted and suspicious is all human nature, nothing unusual." Mu Zenin finished applying the

He cracked a grin. She didn't say anything. She simply kept eating mangoes till there were none left. He even reached out and softly squeezed her face, which stunned her. "You remind me of my little sister," he remarked, sadness flashing across his eyes. "Fuck! Get your filthy hands off her, Azael Aadi." When she looked at who was talking, she sighed when she saw the angry expression on Cuhen's face. He quickly headed in her direction. Has a dark appearance and can devour any person at any time.

And now, there is only one person that I need to eliminate in order to bring back the story in how it supposed to be“ Now I know why he is not always in good terms with the other magnus. He was self centered… no, it was more or like, his ideals was far beyond anyone's capability to decipher. He is a person who have his plans set. He moves far ahead that anyone would find it disturbing He is… a monster with a high intelligence.. ”And that person, is none other than, you“ Just how loyal he it to the creator of this world? It was… terrifying… not admirable at all…

said a gaunt and scrawny elderly man with hair of sand brown and eyes as tiny as peas that conveyed a wicked character. This was Huang Ji, a member of the Mustelid mutant race and the strongest of the Mustelids who emerged in the human world, a Ninth-grade Beast Lord. He looked like a feeble and dirty old man, but no one dared to clap eyes on him. Mustelid mutants possessed a great mastery of psychological magic that allowed them to control the minds of others to manipulate or hypnotize them. "Knowing the Devil, I'm sure he would. He gave his word," said the Ninth Presbyter of the Wingeds whose memory of how he barely escaped Death under Chu Xun's hands was still fresh in his mind.

Muzan. His skin was pale, stretched taut over his bones, but his eyes were clear again. No longer burning with that feral gold, but dim… sorrowful. He looked like he was drunk and was just beginning to sober up…like a man tethered just on the brink of madness, balancing himself between the planes of lucidity and sorrow. But he was…him. Not the beast that tore me apart, almost limb for limb. “You’re awake,” I muttered. “Yeah,” he said softly. “You too.”

he asked venomously. “Get off my ceiling. There are spiders up there-” “This is a journal of your dealings with me, isn't it! What, you think yourself an anthropologist?: 'Samael drifts towards psychopathic tendencies and seems unable to keep his mouth shut. He can't control his id and seems to have a schizotypal personality- Holy Mothers of Rot and Sin, are you psychoanalyzing me!” he roared, hurling the journal to the ground. I caught it just in time.

And she sat on the ground screaming in severe pain. "Excuse me, princess. You are right.' Muzan got angry at his haste, bowed in shame and asked the princess. "By whose permission did you come after me. How many times will I explain that it is not your responsibility to protect me? I see any danger moving towards me first." She gritted her teeth and spoke angrily as she endured the pain in her toe.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

(Director Mot) Mot is not someone that is afraid to voice is opinion, not because she is a disrespectful person or anything, it was because she can’t fully comprehend a lot of things, especially when it comes to efficiency and illogical actions. In modern times, she might be called almost like a robotic personality, but to her kind it was normal, the Anubis race, is rare, they are powerful and highly intelligent, but when it comes to certain things they were just almost clueless.