"What about devils? What's a devil?" Little Wingsy asked. He was full of questions.
"What's a devil? A devil is the most powerful person in the world. A devil kills millions of people and the bodies of the ones he kills stretch for hundreds of miles. Ghosts cry and demons howl, and the world itself changes color. Becoming a devil means standing at the top of the world. Everyone will be scared of you and worship you!" The old man puffed his chest and instantly grew several centimeters tall.
"You have to kill people to be a devil? My grandpa told me that I'm not allowed to kill people. I don't think I'll become a devil." Little Wingsy immediately shook his head like a rattle.
"You have to be a devil!" The old man accentuated.
"I won't!" Little Wingsy shook his head and said firmly.
"You will!"
"I won't!" Little Wingsy was determined.
"I'll hit you if you don't!"