Alexander, who was smoking, looked at his office window with some concern because Makima and Esdetah had asked him for a spectacular dinner.

He didn't understand his wife's strange thoughts so he didn't want to risk it so while he watched his cigarette burn out he decided to take his phone.

"I want you to bring Johnny to my office and Muzan, I have to plan a damn fantastic dinner with rock and some Michel Jackson music."

I also want you to contact Tōtsuki Academy, they must prepare the best food they can make, they will be completely open to our ingredients.

As for the place, we will use the VIP area of the restaurant so no one can enter until this is over."

Muzan who had joined the hotel after seeing Alexander's power was a little surprised to be called to Archangel Alexander's office, so he left the glass glasses he was cleaning and walked towards the elevator.

Johnny, for his part, left his electric guitar and with a glass of tequila and chili, went up to the elevator to see his boss.

The two met outside the office, although they did not speak much between themselves since one sought power while the other detested the powerful.

Upon entering the office they were greeted by Alexander who looked at them seriously as he cleared his throat. "I'm glad they sold but I'll be brief, Makima and Esdeath want a fantastic dinner.

We need to surprise them, so Johnny, you'll be in charge of the rock segment. Muzan, you are now Muzan Jackson, you will perform some of Michael Jackson's biggest hits.

There is no room for mistakes."

Johnny raised an eyebrow, looking at Muzan, who looked perplexed but intrigued. "Really, choom? You want this guy to moonwalk?"

"Yes, Johnny, I'm serious. Muzan, there's a folder on the table with everything you need to know about Michael Jackson. Study it, live it, breathe it. This has to be perfect."

Muzan took the folder, flipping through the pages with a mix of confusion and determination. "So, you want me to channel the King of Pop while keeping my...unique touch?"

"Exactly," Alexander agreed. "Your performance must be impeccable. Think 'Thriller', but with a demonic twist."

Johnny laughed, shaking his head. "This is going to be an amazing show. Okay, let's get to work. Muzan, have you ever played a guitar?"

"No," Muzan replied coldly, "but I can learn."

The two left Alexander's office, heading to the rehearsal room. Johnny handed Muzan a sleek black guitar. "Well, demon king, let's see what you have. Follow my example."

Muzan placed his hands awkwardly on the guitar. Johnny sighed, "Okay, maybe let's start with something simpler. How about some basic chords?"

As Muzan struggled with the instrument, Johnny couldn't help but laugh. "You know, maybe you should quit the job of cleaning glasses and get on with the demon business.

But hey, we'll make you a rock star."

Hours passed, and Muzan slowly improved, finally, it was show time.

The VIP section of the restaurant was transformed into an extravagant stage, complete with lights and a state-of-the-art sound system.

Makima and Esdeath sat at a plush table, waiting in anticipation.

Johnny started the night with a powerful rock anthem, his energy electrifying the room, then it was Muzan's turn.

He took a deep breath and walked onto the stage, the crowd falling silent. The opening notes of "Thriller" rang out, and Muzan, with surprising grace, began to perform.

To everyone's amazement, Muzan nailed the moonwalk, his demonic aura adding a haunting authenticity to the performance. The crowd erupted in applause, and Makima and Esdeath exchanged impressed glances.

After the show, Alexander approached them with some drinks. "So, ladies, what did you think?"

Makima smiled showing his aura of approval. "I must admit, Alexander, you've outdone yourself. This was... extraordinary.

"I didn't know that that demon could play the king of pop at such a level, starting today he will be our official singer."

Esdeath nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Consider that your efforts will be rewarded."

As Alexander sighed in relief, Johnny who was nearby patted him on the back. "Good job, boss. Now, how about we celebrate with a drink?"

Muzan, who was next to him, still in his Michael Jackson outfit, drank some wine in silence because he had liked to sing and the best thing was that he would receive a huge payment.

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