"It was my mistake," Anon admitted, his voice laced with frustration. "I revealed too much, and that's why he suspected me and exposed my true identity."
Damacus, one of the demon gods, approached Anon, as his eyes grew bigger but his body still remained invisible "It's not your fault," he assured him. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's in a demon's nature to live with royalty, to stand tall and unwavering. Even a rat can survive in this deadly world. What others define as selfishness and arrogance is merely a misunderstood reflection of our true essence."
The demon girl with pink eyes nodded in agreement, her voice laced with anger. "Those gods and humans know nothing about demons. A demon lives with their own sense of royalty, bowing before no one. They never hide in the shadows just to survive. They care for no one but their beloved ones. If that's what a demon truly is, then yes, you, me, and all the individuals present in this room are demons."