First Eon of Existance (Final)
Satan turned towards me, his lips arching into a devious but also amused smile. "If you wanted to know the truth then you should have just asked me. No need to go through such a roundabout way." As he spoke those words, his smile slowly relaxed and he looked at me as if he saw something in me. His eyes glistened and as he took another puff of smoke, he blew it into my face, stinging my eyes and nose.
"You asshole," I grunted, wiping my hand back and forth, attempting to dissipate the cloud of musty smoke. Before it smelled nice but now that I took the brunt of the dried-up herbs burned through the wrapping of paper, it just wasn't nice in the slightest.
"This world is real. Definitely real. I wouldn't be the strongest demon lord if I could only create a mere imitation of history," He answered my biggest question instantly. My jaw loosened and as I finished rubbing my stinging eyes, I looked over the courtyard of death and poison.