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Ervas and Veronica's consciousness were suddenly sent to a different place.
A being rested in front of them, made of blue flames, black goo, and the half of a skull.
"Youuuuu… Youuuuu…! I am… the Demon God King…! I am… the fear bringer! The annihilator of Gods…! I feast on your fears and do as I please with your lives…!"
"Rotten to the core, isn't he?" said Veronica.
"Hm… But I wonder. Why is he like this?" asked Ervas.
"Perhaps the circumstances of his life? Of his existence?" wondered Veronica.
"But what kind of existence would lead to a being to simply desire to crush the weak incessantly? Wasn't he born a god? Not even Bestellen is this rotten, even he shows some favoritism and love to a race of mortals which he desires to protect… But this being… has he ever been something else than just hate?" wondered Ervas.
