The demon wasn't born, the demon was made.
Valencia's POV
Everything seemed to be fuzzy after I killed the woman who harassed my mother, she was the cause of our family's downfall...am I really the one who should be able to say that when I was the demon child my father did not wish for me to born?
Right now, with the tip of the arrow against my throat, many memories flashed back before my eyes, was it the same as the people I killed so far?
Did their memories flash before their eyes too?
I closed my eyes ready to succumb to my fate as the demon who regained her memories, in the world of demons, such a thing wasn't allowed.
And when I opened my eyes again, everything around me changed, time seemed to be paused by itself.
The first rank demon and Asmodeus weren't there anymore and the mountain was back to the mountain covered in snow once again.
