In the deep, dark space, upon a distant shore.
Tyrannical lifeforms crossed the void, feeding on stars, using the constellations as their blanket and the Cosmos as their bed.
Weaker lifeforms dwelled on life-bearing planets, divided by tribes, all revering the strong.
Amidst the Infinite starlight, life was not confined to the Solar System. In an uncountable number of galaxies, there were also the Demons.
"Of the myriad beasts and birds, those who awaken to spiritual intelligence become Demons. The Demon Race is but our collective name. If you were to truly divide us, even if there aren't ten thousand, you could still distinguish at least three thousand different clans."
In the center of the galaxy designated GN-Z11, the furthest from the Milky Way Galaxy and located in the Cosmic Edge Wilderness, on a massive, life-bearing planet.
An old man smiled lovingly as he spoke to a pile of tiger cubs before him:
