Two suns peeked halfway over the horizon. As each sun was only around thrice as bright as a moon, it was not yet considered daytime by most.

Within the snow-covered forest, a boy was walking. He left no footprints behind him.

The Demon King had removed his hood, and hair that seemed to glow golden was exposed to the faint sunlight. Combined with his facial appearance and otherworldly way of walking, the boy seemed almost like a full blooded Fae. For a moment, he halted his steps, absorbed in his thoughts. Originally, his father had been a demon and his mother was the last of the Fae, so he had been a Demonic Fae, capable of both supernatural strength and strong magics, which had helped him greatly in his struggle for the throne. However, after he had ascended to godhood, there had been some changes to his body, so his race would be different, though most changes affected his soul more than his physical composition.

Mages and fighters were differentiated through their affinity for magic. While a fighter could train and grow their physical abilities, anyone with a high affinity for magic would get little to no results from training their body. As such, only those with a low affinity for magic were able to become fighters. Due to the fact that most mages capable of supporting themselves ended up as nobles, mages developed a sense of superiority to fighters, and only very rarely would the bloodline of a mage mix with that of a fighter. Even if they did, such pairings were never fertile. At least, not until the boy was born.

The Demon King's parents had been surprised when he was conceived, as it had previously been regarded as impossible for anyone with a high affinity for magic to have children with someone with a low affinity for magic. However, they had not thought that he would have both high compatibility with magic and supernatural strength. Initially, the boy had thought that he was a mage, as his body kept its delicate beauty no matter how much he trained. He had kept this belief until he had accidentally obliterated a mountain in a moment of anger. The boy sighed as he remembered the days when he had been proud of his ability to kill more than anyone else, before he had become the first Demon King in history whose mind escaped the control of the Void Soul. He had always found it vaguely amusing that, as the seventh Demon King, he had been the only being able to cast high tier magic. The number seven had long been associated with Demons, as they carried one of the seven deadly sins: Greed, Lust, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, and Pride. And Demons had never been able to cast magic.

However, as the Demon King of the Seventh Heaven, he had been the first demon to do so. It used to be that every time he heard that name, he would feel the intense, addictive happiness that came every time any Demon acted according to their sin. Though, that had stopped when he had finally managed to reclaim his freedom on his fifteenth birthday, after five years of mental struggle. For a short time, Demons had immersed themselves even further into their sins, but that had stopped when he had announced that the sins had simply disappeared. After all, the Demon King was acknowledged as the leader of all religious matters due to the fact that Demon Kings "gained" access to all seven sins. Most Demons even acknowledged the Demon King as their god.

In fact, the struggle for the throne and the right to fuse with the Void Soul was, more or less, simply a bunch of drug addicts fighting over who gets the largest amount of the drug.

Letting out yet another sigh, the boy continued walking. Ever since he began his trek seven days ago, the boy had not stopped once for rest or sustenance, which was one of the benefits of being a God. In fact, the only interruptions that his journey had undergone were his occasional stops when he was too absorbed in thought. However, these moments of pondering were to be expected; he had only recently gotten control over his thoughts back, and he had ascended to godhood as well. In addition, he had both gained and lost his first loved one when he had ascended. Even after more than a year, his mind was not recovered.