"Not long ago, those heavenly cretins and demonic idiots coexisted in a somewhat peaceful manner," K began, his way of regaling is questionable at best. "They lived under the guise of peace, bound by a contract signed by every pantheon of gods, swearing off further conflict."

He scoffed as he narrated, "The peace lasted for millennia until mythical beings from different pantheons began mysteriously dying and disappearing without explanation."

K chuckled with a gleeful smile, continuing his tale. "With no plausible answers, rumors spread, fingers pointed, and before long, they were at war once again… And they say human is hot-tempered."

Taking a sip from a suddenly appearing cup of tea, K's attire changed before Davis's eyes, he now wore pajamas and held a storybook. Davis couldn't help but react to the absurdity. "What the hell is this?" he exclaimed, pointing at K's ridiculous outfit.

"Well, since you begged me so much for a story lost to the sands of time, I thought I'd dress appropriately for the occasion," K giggled, before shushing Davis. "Quiet down, I'm reading here," he said, turning to the next page.

"Screw you, asshole," Davis retorted, met only with silence as K continued reading.

"Where was I?" K whispered, squinting at the text while his finger trailed along the lines of the storybook. "Ah, there it is," he exclaimed in delight, then he coughed twice clearing his throat and drawing Davis’s attention.

"They fought again and again and again. I'm ashamed to admit it but I too was part of those groups. Many powerful beings had fallen under my blade, many legends were lost in the war."

K rolled his eyes. "After the rebellion my father, who created objects during Genesis, lost his ability to create and could only maintain as he felt that he failed us. But he held an unimaginable amount of power that kept the peace going… for a while.”

“Then suddenly, he… disappeared. Lucifer, myself, and many of my brothers searched for him tirelessly, but found nothing."

K paused for a long moment, a rare look of sorrow flickering in his eyes, before quickly returning to his usual cheerful demeanor.

"Sorry, dust got into my eye," K dismissed, wiping away a tear before it even appeared.

"The animosity between the pantheons grew after his disappearance" K spoke, his tone laced with hidden hatred.

"Eventually, we discovered we were all being played by a being as powerful as the creator himself. Some pantheons refused to unite and instead tried to showcased their power. After suffering a catastrophic defeat, they reluctantly joined forces."

Turning the page leisurely, K continued, "Even with our combined strength, we perished after sealing her away. I am among many whose souls scattered across the universe and landed in your realm."

“I’m by no means a good demon, but I can guarantee you that as long as you help me, I’ll help you. I bring you and the one you love no harm, only fortune" K's tone turned sinister for a moment before reverting to normal. "As for your other question…”

Closing the book, K turned to Davis. "Our meeting is merely fate. I had no hand in it, and given a second chance, I wouldn't choose you," he joked, placing the book on his lap. "The reason I helped you, Davis? I needed a vessel, as my soul couldn't endure the physical world any longer."

“You said you were defeated? What kind of being did you fight against?” Davis asked with earnest curiosity.

K giggled before turning serious. "Ayin," he said, the name sending a shiver down his spine. He let out a sigh before continuing, "She is nothingness. Her realm, the emptiness, was the universe itself. She felt... hatred that Father created stars and life. In a way, Ayin and my father are considered somewhat like siblings."

"K, I need you to be stronger. Far stronger than you are now," K urged as he stood up and opened the window curtain, letting the light of the sunset stream through. "Unlike me, the other gods who have fallen into your world wouldn't be so nice. Some hate humanity, while others wishes to enslave them."

"And which one of them are you, K?" Davis questioned, then quickly took back his words. "Or should I call you Leviathan, the Prince of Envy?"

K's face lit up with a smile as he turned around.

"K is fine; I picked it up from a TV show back on Earth," K exclaimed with delight. "I'm neither. Unlike most, I have no use for human enslavement—I'm their punisher."

"Anything else, my friend?" K inquired. Davis noticed the words on the contract paper were crossed out on the second wish line. With a dumbfounded expression, he whispered, "What about me?"

K didn't hesitate with his response. "You? Let me think... you’re lazy, useless, weak, dumb, naive, an idiot…" Each word struck Davis like a blow, his hand tightening as if preparing to punch K.

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"But above all else, you're an idiot with a good heart," K said confidently. "And a good friend at that." He tossed something at Davis before departing. "Here, take it. Consider it a token from a friend."

K then vanish from the room, Davis caught the small object in mid-air. His annoyance of K quickly gave way to gratitude as he opened his palm revealing his mother's ring that was broken during the fight with Vincent, now magically repaired.

Davis chuckled and shook his head, then gazed at the sunset through his window. "Thank you, you annoying bastard," he murmured. With a sense of pride, Davis slipped his mother's repaired ring back onto his finger before retiring for the night.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, Rithy paced anxiously, his movements restless with impatience. "Sorry for the wait, my friend," K appeared on a chair. "Traffic, am I right?" His attempt at humor fell flat as Rithy stared blankly at him. "Tough crowd," K remarked.

"Master K, you have finally arrived," Rithy spoke with utmost respect. K responded in his usual playful manner, "Yes, well... I wouldn’t want to miss my chance to collect." He giggled softly at his remark.

"Before you take my soul, may I ask one thing?" Rithy pleaded with K.

"Come on now, my friend, there's no need for that. You can ask away," K said, gesturing theatrically like a game show host.

"Did you make him suffer for his crimes?" Rithy asked, breathless with anticipation. Seeing his eagerness, K's smile turned sinister as he replied, "You don’t need to worry about a thing. Punishment is what I do best"

He extended his arm, and a fire burned bright blue on his palm, and within the flame was the duke's soul, his screams filled the room. "Satisfied?" K's smile widened unnaturally for a human.

Shaking with joy as the duke's tortured screams echoed in his ears, Rithy fell to his knees in front of K. "Thank you, oh, thank you."

"It's only business, my friend. No need for such gratitude." K said calmly. "Please, sit. You probably know why I'm here today."

Rithy took a deep breath before nodding in agreement. "You're here for my soul, and I'm ready to give it." His eyes kept gazing toward the burning blue flame as he smiled psychopathically.

K chuckled at Rithy's expression. "I like that smile of yours. It's genuine, not something you see often these days." He produced a contract paper with Rithy's name on it.

The paper burst into blue flames, causing Rithy's pupils to dilate. A light emerged from his body and flew into K's palm. K opened his mouth, revealing razor-sharp teeth, and devoured the light whole.

"It needed just a touch of salt... noted," K remarked after tasting Rithy's soul. "Now, let's get down to business." With a clap of his hands, two figures emerged from the shadows, Vincent and his body that is currently possessed by a demonic spirit.

Using an oil he had brought with him, K spilled it onto the wooden floor in a circle. With a wave of his hand, the oil moved magically, forming a seal— the original Seal of Solomon with a little twist.

K turned to Vincent. "Take a seat, my friend. You're not going to want to miss this." A chair was dragged across the room and positioned close to them. Vincent sat down, intrigued.

Using a wire, K tugged Rithy's body away into the darkness. As the oil finished forming the symbol, the demonic spirit inside Vincent's body emerged and stood at the center of the seal.

"Little Imp, are you sure you want to continue?" K asked the demonic spirit. "It would be my greatest honor if my death served my master in any way." The spirit quickly answered.

"So be it," K closed his eyes and started chanting…

The demonic spirit inside Vincent’s body squirmed, visibly uncomfortable, as it began screeching in pain. "With this sacrifice, I call upon the one who claims ownership of this human vessel." A mark of Vincent's former master appeared on his chest, intensifying the spirit's howl.

"Come forth and answer my call, Typhon. The king of monsters." Once the chant was complete, a burst of flame erupted in the center, illuminating the oil. The fire was magically contained, not spreading across the wooden floor.

"What's going on, Mr. K?" Vincent asked, shielding his eyes from the burning light with his hand. K turned around. "Isn't it obvious? I'm summoning your old master." Typhon's soul appeared in all its glory.

"You!" the thunderous voice boomed, "Why are you here, Leviathan?" Typhon's voice echoed through the room. He attempted to attack K, but his assault was repelled by the Seal of Solomon.

"Did your mother ever teach you to greet people with your words instead of your fist?" K mocked Typhon with unnerving confidence. "Why are you calling for me?" Typhon demanded, his voice dripping with hatred.

Vincent stepped forward anxiously. "Mr. K, I don't think this is a good idea."

K dismissed Vincent's concern with a wave of his hand. "Oh, relax, Vincent. It would take ten of him to be a nuisance in my eyes." His words only served to further enrage Typhon.

Typhon, unable to break free, retorted defiantly, "Big talk for a worm who burrows at the ocean's bottom."

K laughed forcibly, countering, "Typhon, how's the view from the mountain? Oh wait, my mistake, you were underneath the damn mountain."

As the two exchanged barbs, Vincent approached K cautiously. "Mr. K, I couldn't help but overheard your conversation. I heard about your war and how many like you have fallen into our realm." K turned to Vincent with a keen interest in his eyes.

"How gruesome was the war, that killed off almost every god in your world?" Vincent's uncertainty was evident in his shaken voice.

"The war… Vincent, you fool!" Typhon mused for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You’re asking the one who kick start the war. He is one of the masterminds who orchestrated the play" His words shocked Vincent.

Vincent turned to K, seeking answers, but K's silent smile conveyed everything he needed to know.

"Congratulations, Vincent," K spoke with delight as he turned to Vincent.

His form morphing and changing into his demonic appearance. "You're the first to learn of the real truth," K chuckled as he gazed deep into Vincent's soul.