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With just a snap of the stranger's fingers, Duriel was teleported.
In the blink of an eye, they appeared inside a dark cave. The air was heavy, quiet… but not in a normal way. It was the kind of silence that made your instincts go on full alert.
The stranger walked ahead, not saying anything. He climbed onto a tall rock like it was his throne and sat there casually, swinging one leg like he didn't have a care in the world.
Duriel, now standing below, looked up at him, narrowing his eyes.
Then finally, the stranger spoke.
He had a jolly voice—kind of cheerful, but also... weirdly playful. Like he was messing around, but you knew deep down this guy wasn't someone to take lightly.
"Well, robot," he said with a smirk, "I know what you are, so you can drop the act."
The cave echoed with his voice.
He leaned forward slightly, a teasing grin on his face.
"And I… I am Rizevim Livan Lucifer."
Duriel's eyes widened just a little, his system flashing warnings inside his mind. That name—it was dangerous. It belonged to someone who wasn't bound by rules. Someone insane… and proud of it.
But Duriel didn't show fear.
He looked up calmly, voice emotionless.
"...Lucifer, huh?"
Rizevim chuckled, almost like he was enjoying a private joke.
"That's right. The one and only. The 'Unholy Child of the Morning Star.' But hey, don't look so stiff, buddy. I don't bite. Well… not unless I feel like it."
He winked.
Duriel stayed silent, watching carefully. This man… he wasn't like the others he had dealt with. He was chaotic. Unpredictable. A wild card and his code cant detect that man's Emotion .
"Now tell me, Creature… what exactly are you?" Rizevim said, his usual playful grin on his face.
Duriel stood there, still trying to think logically, running code, scanning for solutions, analyzing… calculating. But suddenly—zap! A line of dark energy shot out and connected to his body.
Sparks burst from his circuits.
He quickly turned his head, eyes locking on Rizevim's fingertip. A strange, dark light was glowing from it. Something unnatural.
Rizevim smiled wide, almost like a child with a new toy.
"Oh, come on, robot. No need to dig around with your little programs," he chuckled. "How about I take a peek myself, hmm? After all, we devils aren't behind in tech, y'know."
Duriel panicked.
He couldn't fight back. Not now.
Most of his power was still being used to repair his core. His body wasn't at full strength. Right now, he was barely at continent-level power. But the thing standing in front of him—Rizevim—he was already large planet-level.
Duriel's systems started to fail. His internal code began shutting down one by one. His vision blurred.
But just before he blacked out, one final system activated.
"Emergency Protocol: Final Link Activated."
This backup command… it was made long ago. It would connect him to the world of EXE whenever he had enough fate energy—no matter who controlled him. Even if his leader or master changed… this link would always stay hidden.
With that, Duriel's eyes dimmed.
He lost consciousness.
Rizevim tilted his head, curious, and reached toward Duriel's chest. With a snap, he forced open the memory folders and started scanning through them.
"Heh… What's this?" he muttered, his eyes glowing. "Oho… Quite an interesting world."
He started laughing, his voice echoing around the cave like a madman.
"Grandpa … you're gonna love what I'm planning," he whispered.
He looked down at the robot.
"This thing… this good little robot," he said with a smirk. "He's already doing exactly what I wanted—misleading humanity, one step at a time."
Rizevim leaned in close to Duriel's face.
"Now then… first thing's first. I'll change his will. Make him mine."
He opened a hidden protocol, fingers dancing through the code.
"There we go… done. Now he serves me."
Just then, something caught his eye.
A strange encrypted line of code.
"A hidden protocol, huh? What's this? A connection… between two worlds?"
He stared at it, eyes wide.
"Hmm… locked. Needs more time. A few more months at least."
He stood back, chuckling like a maniac.
"Good. Let the chaos begin. Let's see how Grandpa handles this."
"Alright… time to add a few more things," Rizevim thought with a smirk, fingers glowing with dark energy. "Yeah… care complete, intense. That's done."
He leaned back for a second, thinking.
"Hmm… what next?"
A spark lit in his eyes.
"Yes! This one—Absolute Will!" he said out loud.
"And the third… Direct Connection!"
"Number four… No Interstellar Feelings! Heh, can't let him fall in love with aliens or something dumb like that."
"And number five… Copiness!" he chuckled. "He can now copy moves… in slow motion too! Just like in those flashy anime battles!"
He kept going, grinning like a madman.
"And lastly… a proper Magic System."
He paused for a second and looked at the unconscious robot.
"Hmm… looks like this guy runs on code instead of magic. Wait… the code is his magic!" he realized.
"Heh… perfect. Let's try this."
He pushed his demonic energy into the robot's code system. Slowly, the light inside the magic circuits turned into a dark blackish glow.
"Good… good! Now I can control every part of him."
He cracked his neck.
"Alright, coding's done. Will's changed," he said, brushing his hands.
But then… he noticed something.
"Huh? Where the hell are his legs?"
He stared at the stumps and sighed.
"Hold on."
With a wave of his hand, he formed legs using pure demonic energy—but they were too short.
"Tch. Wait—that leg will do," he muttered and grabbed a robotic leg from a broken puppet nearby.
Then he looked at the face.
"Ugh. One of the eyes is missing."
He reached into his pocket space and pulled out a demonic beast's Purple eye's , still twitching.
"This'll work."
He shoved it into the robot's empty eye socket and Uses his Demonic Enerfy to Integrate it .
Then, he stood up proudly.
"Hmm… what should I do next?"
He tapped his chin, thinking.
"Right… this thing's now made to misguide humanity. So let's give him a mark."
He grinned wide.
"Yeah… on his forehead. A secret letter—Unbeliever."
"But… only people who believe in Grandpa will be able to see it. The others? Heh… totally clueless."
He chuckled darkly, pouring demonic energy into his finger and carving the glowing word Unbelievers onto the robot's forehead.
"Perfect."
He stepped back.
"Alright. Time to reboot him."
With one final push of demonic energy, the robot's body jolted.
BZZZT—SYSTEM REBOOTED.
Duriel's eyes lit up. He turned slowly, locking eyes with Rizevim.
Then… he dropped to one knee and bowed.
Rizevim grinned from ear to ear.
"Now you've changed. You're not Duriel anymore."
He walked closer, raising his arms like a dramatic anime villain.
"From now on… your name will be Dajail! And you, my little toy, will become the greatest deceiver of mankind!"
His laughter echoed through the cave.
"Hahahaha!"
Dajail, still on one knee, lowered his head.
"As you command, my lord… my sire."
"Good," Rizevim said, back to his usual jolly tone. "Now go. Continue the mission I gave you."
"Yes, my lord. As you wish."
And with that, Iblis vanished into the shadows… heading out to misguide humanity, just as his creator willed.
Somewhere on Earth – A Haudh City, Bright and Peaceful(Where Matheselah Setteled)
The sun was shining, birds were flying, and people were praying peacefully inside a grand temple. The city was known for its deep faith. Everyone believed in the "Only Creator" and followed the teachings with pure hearts.
But peace never lasts long… does it?
Suddenly… a dark crack appeared in the sky.
It looked like space itself was being torn open.
From inside the black crack…Dajail. stepped out.
His body was cold and silent, one glowing demonic eye watching the world like a hungry predator. The word Unbelievers glowed softly on his forehead—but no one could see it. Only true believers could notice it, and even then… only if they were strong enough.
Dajail walked through the temple gates, step by step, calm and smooth.
People didn't even notice him.
To them, he looked like a normal person. His appearance had changed.
He now looked like a wise, holy teacher.
His voice was soft… charming… almost divine.
"Children of light… I bring new truth," he said, smiling.
A few priests looked at him. "Who are you, wise one?"
"I come from the higher planes… to correct the mistakes in your faith," Dajail said.
The people gasped.
One brave elder stood up. "There is no mistake in the Creator's teachings! we have Documents Preserved From Prophet Enouch Time "
Dajail smiled gently… but inside, he was mocking them.
"Oh, really?" he asked softly. "Then why do people suffer? Why are prayers unanswered? Why do the weak die and the rich thrive? If your Creator is so perfect… where is justice?"
The crowd started whispering.
Some looked confused.
Some… were starting to doubt.
The elder shook his head. "Do not listen! He is trying to shake your faith!"as he Could see word Unbeliever.
But Dajail raised his hand.
And suddenly—an illusion appeared in the sky above them. A massive, moving image. It showed fake memories… wars, pain, children crying… people dying while priests did nothing.
The illusions were lies, twisted by Dajail's power—but they looked real.
He whispered into their minds.
"Maybe… the Creator abandoned you."
People's eyes widened.
He smiled darkly.
"Maybe… I am your new savior."
One by one… people started to kneel.
Even some priests.
"No…" the elder said, trembling. "This… this is dark sorcery! You are Doing what People of Zahar Did"
But it was too late.
Dajail stepped forward and gently touched the elder's forehead.
"Sleep," he said.
And the old man collapsed.
"Ah… what a peaceful start," Dajail said to himself