How to Survive as the Heavenly Demon’s Slightly Less Murderous Son

People hear I’m the Heavenly Demon’s son and assume I’ve lived a life of luxury.



They’re half right if you count assassination attempts, poison tastings, and being told to "get stronger or die" as luxury.



I grew up in the Divine Cult, what the Central Plains call the Demonic Cult. We believe in one thing: might makes right. No justice, no mercy, just results.



This is my journal. I wrote it so my ideas might outlive my bones and because, let’s be honest, I probably won’t make it to retirement.



If you’re reading this, congratulations: either I lived long enough to become a legend…

or you’re about to watch me die trying.