"Eh?" The boy froze for a second in slight confusion. Was it really that hard to believe? "No, no. I am the demon king. You're supposed to fight me now or something. T-that was what you wanted, right? Did I do it wrong?" Quickly, he moved back to the throne behind him and picked up a medium-sized book sitting on one of the armrests, taking a moment to search through it before he placed it back down. "No! Yes! This is correct!" He turned back to the girl striding toward him. "I am the demon king you seek, and you are the hero I have long waited for. Our battle has been foretold of long ago...I'm sure." Pointing a clawed hand covered by the battle gauntlets at the hero in question, he continued. "Today, we shall bring the prophecies of ages past to fruition, and one of us shall defeat the other to claim victory." 

It felt good, in a way. Even with the ever-present fear, a slight rush of adrenaline began to course through his system as he prepared himself for the coming fight.