"No matter how many identities you have, you ultimately possess the blood of the Phoenix," the Demon Lord said with an intriguing smile, "The phoenix rises from the ashes; in life, it is eternal, and in death, it is reborn. How so, if I banish you to suffer the scourge of odd death and destruction within the pot that punishes the wicked and slays demons? It can only obliterate your physical body, that's all."
The glittering Demon Realm, despite its unrivaled splendor, still leaves one feeling desolate as if stranded in a frigid landscape of ice and snow.
"You should thank your mother, the Midnight Goddess, for she bore the infamy of slaughtering the celestial palace just to extract the three soul essences from you, allowing you to be reborn from the ashes," he said, sighing insincerely.
The Demon Lord sighed and sighed, feigning emotion as he spoke.
