After a blinding light that seemed to sear through Bliss's vision, he found himself standing in a wondrous white room. Marble pillars, exquisitely sculpted into the forms of demons unknown to him, adorned the grand chamber. He couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship, even amidst his confusion.
As he scanned the surroundings, a voice echoed through the vast, pristine room, pulling his attention away from the intricate statues.
"This is far sooner than I expected, young demon lord." the voice intoned.
Bliss shifted his gaze to locate the source of the voice, and there, seated comfortably on a marble throne, was a demon. This demon, though now seated and with his eight wings seemingly absent, still exuded a radiant golden aura. Unlike their first encounter, Bliss felt more at ease meeting the Demon God's gaze, as if the oppressive atmosphere had mellowed.
