"That's enough. There are other ways to remove the curse, such as killing the Mechanical Demon King who cast it."
The Mirror Demon King spoke bitterly, his heart filled with hatred for Andrew because Andrew had humiliated the Darkness Demon King.
Most Demon Kings were arrogant and unruly, considering themselves second only to heaven. As such, they rarely submitted sincerely to another Demon King. Usually, surrender was simply a way to stay alive.
But just as any large gathering of people was bound to include a few oddballs, the occasional unconventional Demon King appeared too. The Mirror Demon King was one such example.
The Mirror Demon King's true form was a mirror. A mirror had no purpose on its own; it only gained meaning when someone looked into it. In short, a mirror existed for others.
The Mirror Demon King shared that belief, so he had always been searching for a "liege" to fulfill his mission.
Over ten thousand years ago, the Mirror Demon King had met the Darkness Demon King. After a battle, the Mirror Demon King had been won over and willingly become his aide. His loyalty to the Darkness Demon King was genuine, not an act.
"Don't worry. I'll help you kill that Mechanical Demon King. Apart from that bastard, the Power Demon King, no other Demon King has ever slapped me in the face."
The Darkness Demon King snorted and severed the dark hands he had created earlier, directing them into the Mirror Demon King's soul. Then the dark hands turned into a seal, firmly trapping the Pitch-black Hand.
Having learned from his earlier mistake, the Darkness Demon King was extremely careful this time. The dancing Pitch-black Hand instantly froze, unable to move.
The Darkness Demon King nodded in satisfaction and let the Mirror Demon King's