In that irregular, writhing unknown form, several humans surrounded him, kneeling to him as if worshiping him as some kind of deity.
By this point, the answer had become clear.
"After the extraterrestrial being descended into the Material Realm, before dying, he made a pact with the first humans he encountered."
Hill's voice sank low, a wave of fury filling his mind, making him clutch his fists tightly, almost wanting to smash the Devil's beautiful face with a punch right now.
"He shared his power with these people, and they became the original devils."
Hill stared directly into the Devil's eyes, enunciating word by word, "Am I right?"
The Devil merely smiled, neither confirming nor denying.
"A pact is equivalent, gaining something inevitably means losing something," Hill continued to press the Devil, "You gained power, so what did you lose?"
A terrible conjecture brewed in Hill's mind, leading him to ask.
"Did the extraterrestrial being truly die?"
