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But for stripping them of power, they would hunt the apostate to the ends of all worlds and give him such a death, that even my revenge would be a mercy. The demon left the pentagram, and I leapt on his back.

Saying this Demon left the room. End Flashback

I'm speechless. What's going on with this demon?

He looked at me and said, ''Demon! Ban: Demon??..... Yes I am a demon indeed. And if you don't want the face of a demon to be the last thing you see before you die I suggest you cooperate and tell me where the passage to the basement is? ''Like hell we will let you pass that easy, Demon. Don't think we will give up without a fight.'' shouted the other Exorcists in the room. They were high ranking one but it seems like their boss is not here. He could be down there. I should hurry up too.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose. His dual nature became an ever-present torment. He found himself torn between the memories of a life he cherished and the reality of the darkness that threatened to consume him. The demon's whispers grew louder, urging him to surrender, to give in to his true nature. But in the depths of his being, a flicker of resistance burned, a small flame of hope that refused to be extinguished.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"