The fires of war burned brighter than the stars, their embers scattering across a bloodstained sky. For two thousand years, the world had been consumed by conflict—humans against demons, elves against vampires, gods against mortals. Kingdoms rose and fell, leaving nothing but ash and sorrow in their wake.

Amid this unending cycle of destruction stood the 36th Demon King. His black eyes, etched with crimson patterns, marked him as a chosen ruler, yet whispers called him the weakest in his empire's history. Unlike his predecessors, he did not thirst for conquest. He did not revel in chaos. Instead, he gazed at the horizon, where human cities smoldered, and asked a forbidden question: Why?

That question led him to defy his fate.

He cast aside his crown and left the towering halls of the Red Moon Empire, shrouding himself in magic to take on the form of a human child. His goal was not conquest, but curiosity—a chance to see the world through the eyes of his enemies.

Yet as he journeyed to the human lands, rumors of a devastating plague reached his ears. It spared no one—humans, elves, demi-humans, and even fairies fell to its relentless grip.

What began as curiosity became something else. The Demon King, known only to mortals as a nameless boy, began saving lives. He healed the sick, soothed the suffering, and offered hope where there was none. In time, they called him a hero.

But even as they cheered his name, the question lingered in his mind:

Would he continue this lie as a savior, or remind them of the truth—that he was their greatest enemy?