The pain, the undeniable pain. The sword of the Goddess, thrusted into my forehead. All that work I have gone through to have my revenge on the Gods. My hate for them is too great. My plan was too great, as well. In fact, it was foolproof! And yet, here I am, on the ground, and the Hero chosen by the Goddess has his Master Sword in my head. This can only make my hate even more powerful. So powerful, that it shall never die. I WON'T let it die. The gods must be dead at my feet. For them to cause this pain... not only physical pain. Although that doesn't help, I mean, I have a gigantic sword stuck in my head. But to be BEATEN by THEM... I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN!

I am Demise, I am the Demon King, and I have just given this... so-called "hero" a warning. I have told him what I have told myself. My hate never perishes. It is born anew a cycle with no end! A curse that cannot be lifted is put upon the world. The next who is born with my hatred inside shall be doomed to forever fight those who share the bloodline of the Hero and the Goddess. He will not be able to be killed. He will live, no matter what happens. He shall never age outside of his peak. And he will avenge mmeee...

It's getting dark. But it doesn't matter. I have befriended... darkness... Even if I may be stuck in that cursed sword for a thousand years... my hate... will never die...

I am... Demise... I am the... Demon King... and this... this is only... THE BEGINNING! ~~