Mephistopheles, god of death, could not swallow the shame. To lose against a human, against both Ryuji Vincenzo and Alan Grigor.
Born a demon, denied the throne of Demon King, he had bent the knee to the first and most arrogant queen, Lilith.
Her son…
The thought seared through him like acid.
From the moment Serena ignored his desperate prayers, from the day she chose a hero over him. All because of the Demon Queen's twisted dream of peace with humans. His hatred had festered.
Now he was locked within Alan, forced to watch through human eyes.
A filthy, inferior human.
But he had learned everything. The memories, the desires, the weakness they couldn't hide. He drank them in, choking on the truths he could never see as a god.
"Keep wasting your holy power," he hissed. "Drain it dry. Then I'll kill you both—son of the traitor… spawn of that bitch."
His hatred poured through every fibre of Alan's being, tainting the aura that clung to the boy's blade.
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Clang!
