emmmm, okay, he was actually more of a martial-fighting faction Demon rather than a crafty Devil from the intellect-fighting faction, so it's normal for his daughter to not be very bright.
Baphot fell into a brief silence, then his already darkened sheep face turned even darker.
He opened his mouth, wanting to add sothing else, but what else could be said, really? Could he admit that the wicked person who had been bullying your family was actually arranged by my Cult to stimulate your awakening?
Although the mighty Abyssal Demon Lord would certainly not personally arrange such nial tasks, it was the decision of a female villain from the Cult that worshipped him, and Baphot might not have even noticed the existence of this minor world had he not sensed the germination of his bloodline's power.
However, speaking of the Cult, they truly were talented. He himself couldn't rember when he had bestowed a few drops of blood – it must have been handled by an automatic random response to sacrifices set in place.
Baphot thought back to the lazy response system he created to deal with the heretics who had nothing better to do than to disturb his sleep with their constant sacrificial rituals – indeed, he'd carelessly thrown in a few drops of blood and a bunch of miscellaneous trash as automatic rewards for the sacrifices.
Now that he thought about it, it seed that the heretical cult from this world was rather lucky to have extracted a few drops of the Demon God's Blood from the pile of trash.
And this group of talents had even managed to produce a daughter who inherited his bloodline, which was indeed sowhat impressive.
In any case, all of his daughter's suffering over the years did indeed stem from him; that was a pot Baphot just couldn't shake off. But then again, it wasn't really sothing to make a fuss about – after all, he never had any good intentions toward this daughter.
Being a normal race, Demons naturally could be good or bad, with so being mild-tempered and others hot-tempered.
Each Demon has different temperants, values, and perspectives; not all of them are as unintelligent and vilified as the stereotypical villains in legends.
Wielding the Power of Original Sin, they are in fact richer in emotions than most other races, with clear distinctions between love and hate, valuing freedom and unfettered existence above all.
It's just that their reputation has suffered due to their capricious nature.
However, as a Demon God with nurous offspring, even if Baphot was overly affectionate, his love and attention weren't enough to go around, so he paid little attention to the majority of his children, only favoring the most outstanding ones.
So, for this cheap daughter who only carried a faint trace of his bloodline, he had even less compunction about using her – it didn't weigh on his conscience at all.
Of course, even Demons rarely have the cold-heartedness to harm their own blood descendants; that would go against the instinct of any species to perpetuate its race.
Baphot wasn't planning on doing anything to this daughter, though; he rely intended to use her as a beacon, a stepping stone, to gradually devour the entire world.
Once he had this world in his grasp, he wouldn't mind giving it to this daughter as a eting gift, letting her manage it in his stead.
Unfortunately, while the plan was beautiful, reality was cruel – he hadn't even had the chance to establish trust with this cheap daughter before soone cut him off directly.
This made the Demon God angry.
No, absolutely not – I can't let my daughter find out that the heretical cult is related to ; otherwise, we may end up as estranged enemies. I have to find a way to silence them first.
The capricious mind of the Demon God made a quick decision, sealing the fate of those heretics who had once worshipped him.
...The Demon God in contemplation...
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