Prince's Recovery, Three Years, Tourist

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"How do you feel?" The Demon God asked his son, who just woke up from his brief slumber.

The prince looked a bit lost for a moment there. It's as if he lost something he never thought he had, one that had always caused him to suffer yet he had no idea existed. The relief overwhelmed him a bit, and the ease of his breathing stunned him as well. It's like he never knew comfort before this very moment.

"I feel great. Thank you, Father." The Demon Prince gratefully replied.

All the lingering violent tendencies and voices murmuring inside his brain were now gone. It was replaced by a piercing clarity that elevated his consciousness into a zen state that he just can't get enough of. Prior to this moment, he never knew just how much that unknown element affected him.

"There's no need to thank me. It's because of me that you were afflicted with the same curse anyway."