"Dear True Source," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of incredulity and curiosity, "Please don't jest with my heart. How can a demon king ever reign as a sovereign of love and Light?" I searched for any hint of deceit in the ephemeral glow surrounding the source.
The True Source replied, 🕊️"Why is it so hard to believe? Even the mightiest and most feared entities across the vast expanse of existence, not just on this delicate speck of a planet, have the potential to transform. They can metamorphose from foreboding shadows into beacons of love." 🕊️ The Source's voice carried a harmonious blend of melodies, reminiscent of a thousand songbirds serenading under a sunlight.
Confused, I asked, my eyebrows knitting together, betraying my skepticism, "Who are you referring to?"