"Don't randomly add settings to me..." Mo Qiong sneered.
Xina respectfully said in her mind, "I don't know your origins, but in my heart, you will always be the greatest demon."
"You saved me and gave me a new life, yet you don't want my soul or sacrifices. In my eyes, you're greater than the Gods. Gods... even collect taxes."
"I have nothing to repay you with except spreading your name. I only know that your name is Qiong, because in all the myths, there has never been an existence in charge of poverty. So please forgive me for taking the liberty of venerating you as the Lord of Poverty."
Mo Qiong was speechless. Did the people of this world really enjoy imagining identities for others so much?
Based on what he had learned from Fula, along with some of the Priest's explanations,
the people of this world actually knew very little about demons. Much of what they knew about demons had been fabricated by the Church.
It was used to frighten Civilians and highlight the greatness of God.
After all, how could people know white without black? After the Civilians had been deceived, all bad things were automatically blamed on demons, Witches, and other beings already branded as evil. Gods, meanwhile, accepted all the praise. Everything good was credited to Gods.
Ultimately, it was all the work of people...
Broadly speaking, it was much like certain cultures on Earth.
Mo Qiong had no idea what Earth's myths were really like. Here, at least, Fula and many Witches had fought numerous wizards, exorcists, ascetics, and monsters. She had witnessed plenty of Supernatural Power and knew a great deal about the Mystic Side.
Fula had said that Gods and demons were actually the same kind of existence. They could all be