"Let's skip the introductions, shall we?
They reached the Devil King's throne room. Within it lay a towering bastion of obsidian, armed with the mightiest of guards, and clad in the toughest of stone. From within the throne and the ground beneath them pulsated unimaginable heat, more than Demiurge could produce, most definitely.
"We've all been waiting for this, after all. No need to sugarcoat it."
And there he sat, looking down on them with glowing purple eyes, seeming indifferent but also somehow conscious of their arrival into his throne room. He transformed back into his regular adult form long ago, making it still hard to recognize him who had always been in the form of a small child.
"We all have two options here... No No, let's say you have three and I have one."
He stood up, walking down towards the group. Surprisingly, there was no imposing feeling or a feeling of fear being released off of him... He just looked exhausted. He just looked... somewhat done.
"Either you join me, or you can run away."
He turned to his sister and mother, his eyes slightly lighting up, but not anything that could make his apparent exhausted appearance fade. Clearly, he had been working on something the entire time.
"Or if you want, you can fight me. We all know how that ends."
But suddenly, his eyes became somewhat brighter. As if he was remembering a time... In where he was happy with his life, his family, his friends, everything. Maybe he did remember it.
"And contrary to popular belief... I don't want to have to kill you. Keyword 'have'. If your still convicted to stop me..."
But that swiftly faded as his eyes lit up, his determination shining through all the despair and all the pain. He glared at them, veins popping in his arms and legs, but more so around his eyes as if his blood pressure was out of wack.
"I can't go back. If you choose to fight... I have no choice but to kill you. And I really don't want to do that, trust me."