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Perhaps feeding on Suho’s flesh and blood had triggered Baran’s ancient memories, as he began recalling a time long buried in his past.
“I’ll let you in on something.”
This memory came from long before he had ever become King of Demons—before he was a demon at all.
“I, too, was a Resident of the Rift once.”
He had also been discarded waste, abandoned by the Absolute Being.
“As all demons were.”
Muttering the words, Baran looked up at the vast expanse of sky above. A blue storm raged there.
At the storm’s eye, Baran rambled on, seemingly indifferent to whether Suho heard him. He reflected on his distant past.
“And here’s another thing you may not have known: Residents of the Rift do not have souls. They cannot die. Having never been truly born, even death is a privilege denied to them. If you wish to kill one, you must simply tear, burn, and destroy it until nothing remains.”
That was all he had been—a discarded remnant of the universe, denied both life and death.
Such was what it meant to be a Resident of the Rift, and before becoming a demon, this was Baran’s identity. As such, he was painfully aware of his current state.
“Speaking of which, perhaps I have returned to that state of being,” he...
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