Summary
When the Goddess and the Demon God had a petty spat, he slaughtered our entire village.
When the Goddess and the Demon God broke up, he rained down Heavenly Fire and massacred a whole city.
When I was eight, I sat outside the Goddess Temple for an entire night, clutching my father’s severed head, before I finally understood.
It turns out that the lives and deaths of us mortals are nothing more than an insignificant part of the push and pull of their divine romance.
The Demon God said, “Mortals are like ants. They are born to die, and die to be reborn; the suffering they endure is simply their fate.”
In that case, it is also his fate to die at the hands of an insignificant mortal like me.