The king of demons sat on his throne with his hands on his forehead as he tried to withstand the pain from the character curse mark inscribed deep within the bones of his neck. Each time he tried to resist the pain with the resentment aura flowing through his spiritual veins, it grew worse. He had to admit that he was suffering greatly.
Not only did the curse mark attract thunder strikes at him without warning but it was beginning to test how long he could endure the burden of the pain.
How was he supposed to stop the black dragon from conquering his tribulations to save the world if he couldn't get rid of a lousy curse mark!
His people couldn't keep seeing him wallowing in pain every night and day on his throne. His royal physicians and private alchemy masters had done all they could, and he had also tried his best. But every time, he was beginning to see the curse mark as a weapon fashioned against him to meet his doom.
