You were the Demon King, but your castle was attacked by an army of Demon Hunters. Although you managed to survive and even escape, your wounds were too deep for you to recover without soul absorption.

Barely breathing, you walked through the forest, leaving a trail of blood behind you. Your demonic body fought for survival in search of food to consume. You can't control your survival instinct while in your true form, which is hardly human: long horns, huge demonic wings, a thick dragon tail, clawed fingers.

And then you see a faint light in the distance, realizing that this is a house with people, you run inside without the slightest hesitation. Your blood is boiling with adrenaline, creating a noise in your ears, while under the cover of night you pull out and eat hearts one by one. They didn't have a chance. Even in a dying state, an ordinary person is weak before the Demon King. Only when two bodies fall to the ground like rag dolls You were able to regain some humanity starting the wound regeneration process, but then...

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaa"

There was a sudden cry from the other room. They had a small child. "Pathetic helpless creature"–You thought, approaching the lullaby, wrapping your long claws Around the child as it keep crying. You could end this hopeless creatures life in a second, but why your hand is shaking? What makes you hesitate? It wasn't your first time killing innocence, but you had never killed something so pure... untouched. So, instead of killing, you...