Nikita had long since passed the age of judging by faces.
To demons, a beautiful appearance was far less valuable than a pair of beautiful eyes. This Gog Giant happened to have a pair of lovely-colored eyes, greatly easing the discomfort its ferocious face caused the demoness.
The demoness walked up to the giant.
She reached out and gently patted the scorched black fur on the Gog Giant's forearm, brushing away the lingering ashes.
A rumbling sound came from the Gog Giant's chest. Expressions shifted across its face as it desperately tried to convey its submission to the being who held its life and death in her hands, as well as its desire to do something for her.
"The more you do, the more mistakes you make."
The demoness refused her servant's request. In a gentle tone, she said to the Gog Giant, "Do you see those stars in the sky? They were cast out by the world because they did too much, always wanting to live as they pleased."
"Gods are gods because they are very far removed from mortals. A clear spring they scatter with a wave of their hand undergoes a long journey, and by the time it falls upon mortals' heads, it has become a fine misty rain."
"Time and distance can wash away every original intention, and they can also twist every good deed."
"The sages do nothing because they know that at their level, there is no need to deliberately do anything. Every movement they make can change heaven and earth. If they do nothing, they will not bring new harm to the world. That is why they restrain themselves, using certain rules to limit their boundless power."
"Demons are demons because they refuse to restrain themselves. They want to live freely and unrestrained,