The Demon King felt a suffocating pressure, a weight that wasn't physical. The Divine Emperor's presence, an invisible, crushing force, made his ancient soul tremble. He held his composure, a mask of defiance over a heart pounding with fear. But the Divine Emperor saw through the facade, a knowing glint in his eyes.
"How about this," the Demon King began, his voice a low rumble. "You give me my son's body, and I'll tell you everything."
The Divine Emperor remained still, a look of profound disgust crossing his face. "He is an insignificant ant in your world... Your Divine Majesty," the Demon King continued, his voice taking on a seductive, devilish quality. "For the price of this ant, you can know everything."
With a casual sweep of his hand, the Emperor adjusted his sleeve. "Which son?" he asked, his tone apathetic. "If I remember correctly, you had multiple." The Demon King's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
