"Hill, there is no absolute justice in this world, just like there is no pure evil. Why do you torture yourself like this?" The breeze gently lifted the devil's black hair, and a few hair strands stuck to the corners of his mouth. The Demon King brushed the hair from the corner of his mouth indifferently and licked his lips that were itchy due to the hair.
Hill stared blankly at the person in front of him who he had longed for. There was some impulse in his body that wanted to be vented. He still had a calm look on his face, but he clenched his fists quietly and murmured to himself: "No... I can't... This is wrong..."
The Demon King chuckled, as if he had seen through the young man's struggle. Traces of black mist began to appear in the surrounding air, rushing towards Hill.
"Fall, my brave man." The Demon King's deliberately suppressed voice could not hide the excitement in it.
Hill's always clear blue eyes reflected the man's black reflection, gradually turning into a turbid whirlpool.
"As you... Wish."
Finally, the last trace of clarity disappeared from the azure eyes, and the blond hair that used to be as dazzling as the sun now exuded a strange luster.
"Wait, Hill, what are you doing?"
"Hey! Hill! Uh-huh-huh..."
That day, the Demon King didn't understand what went wrong until the end.
Why is this kind of thing on the mind of the fallen hero? ? ?