{Present, Valefar Estate Ruins}
—Katerea Leviathan—
Katerea was beyond livid. She knew how important Pure-Bloods were, but unlike her boss, she didn't feel anger toward Faiser for killing them. What enraged her was being forced to face a lower-born little boy.
Sure, he was a Pure-Blood, born of the 72. But he was only a Devil Pillar. He wasn't of Satan blood. She, a descendant of the Great Satan Leviathan, was being forced to deal with a boy of the 72.
That infuriated her. That made her wrathful.
'How dare a rat force me to come here? To these ruins?'
Worse, he made her wait.
He vanished inside a magical door, one they couldn't reach. And they couldn't leave either, his energy still lingered around the place, meaning he wasn't gone.
She waited an hour, then two, and finally three before the door manifested again.
The boy appeared. Black-haired, like the Barbatos before him. Clutching his chest, huffing heavily as he walked out.
His demonic energy was weaker, like he had burned through too much of it going through whatever he went through.
That sight made her feel joy. She was happy to see the boy who had caused her pain now drowning in exhaustion and discomfort.
"So, you finally showed yourself, Faiser Barbatos!" she yelled, drawing his attention while standing with a deep frown.
He didn't say a word. His eyes moved from her to her minions, scanning them instead.
"You…" She gritted her teeth, furious at being ignored. "How dare you look elsewhere!"
She unleashed her demonic energy, the ground cracking under the pressure. Her minions collapsed to their knees, unable to withstand it.
She was born a High-Class devil and climbed to the Ultimate-Class all by herself. She knew what kind of power she held. A boy like him could never come close.
"Who… are you?" he asked, his frown still fixed in place.
Every little thing he did triggered her more.
'Is he acting dumb on purpose?' Her anger was boiling over. "I am your fucking death, boy."
She didn't need to tell him her name. That was beneath her. But he deserved to know it before he died.
"I am Katerea Leviathan, the true heir to the Leviathan title and the rightful owner of the Satan seat," she declared with pride. "The tramp sitting there now will be next—right after you."
She turned to her minions and shouted, "Capture him!"
The devils rushed forward. Most carried melee weapons, while the rest attacked from range with magic.
But the boy just sighed. He looked tired, almost annoyed, which confused Katerea.
"Hopping through two energy draining treasuries strained my body quite a bit," he muttered, his words strange to her. "And now I have to deal with these pests."
She didn't know what he meant by the former part, but she knew exactly what pests meant. That single word made her blood boil again.
"Break his limbs!" she growled.
Once again, the boy sighed. He pressed a hand to his chest, forcing himself to stand up straighter—though it was clear he was struggling.
"I just want to rest," he said.
And then, just as her devils closed in, they stopped moving. Frozen on the spot.
"So, I'll use my demonic power conservatively." He said.
Katerea spun around, confused, her eyes narrowing at her unmoving minions.
"What are you doing?!" she shouted. "Get him!"
But it wasn't that they wouldn't move. They couldn't. Their bodies were bound tight by invisible chains.
He looked at her with pity. "They're just low-level grunts," he said with another sigh. "And they have to die because of you. Remember, that's on you."
"What do—" her eyes widened. "You!"
The devils rushing to attack him died instantly. Their heads were sliced clean off their necks, so clean that it took a second and a half for their nerves to register the cut. Only then did fountains of blood spray from their severed necks.
Their bodies went limp, unable to even register the pain.
"It was a mercy kill," the boy said. "They're just grunts."
Anyone who hadn't seen such gore before would have vomited on the spot. But for him? It was nothing. He didn't even flinch. He showed no expression on his tired face as blood pooled under his feet.
She, however, was shaken to her core. She still believed she was stronger, but she didn't know what ability he had just used.
She knew his father had a similar power, the ability to cut people in half with just a touch. But his father, Faustus Barbatos, had to make contact to kill.
This boy? He hadn't moved an inch and had already claimed seven lives.
"Run," the boy said coldly. "Or die."
She scowled, not realizing the warning wasn't for her. Her fate was already sealed, and she didn't even know it.
His words were meant for the grunts who fought for scraps of money and power. Sadly, they were too loyal—or too brainwashed—to run, even if it meant death.
"A-Attack!" one of them yelled, launching demonic energy spheres at him. This time, she was certain he'd take a hit, maybe lose a limb or his face.
But uneasiness gnawed at her chest, and her worry became real.
The spheres vanished before reaching him. No, they evaporated.
She froze in disbelief, unable to process what she was seeing. But then, she remembered.
Her minions stood frozen in place, unable to move—not even their lips. Their attacks were gone before her eyes.
"Valefar…" she hissed through gritted teeth, recalling the bitter memory of being humiliated by Isolde Valefar, the boy's mother, and once the strongest Valefar.
"Unfortunately, you all made your choice," he muttered. Then, once again, bodies fell and blood spilled.
This time, twenty more corpses. A total of twenty-seven casualties in only moments—an insane number.
Taking a deep breath, clutching at the pain in his chest, he asked her, almost amused, "Don't you already have a limited number of minions? I don't recall the Old Satan Faction being that big, so why are you so willing to waste them?"
"You—" her breathing quickened. She still believed she was stronger, but now she could feel the margin shrinking. "You will die!"
She gave up on capturing him alive. She would accept Rizevim's punishment if it meant killing the boy.
She created a massive sphere of energy and hurled it at him. This time, it didn't evaporate. He dodged it at blinding speed.
Her eyes burned red with anger as she fired multiple spheres, one after another, leaving him no room to think or breathe.
Yet, he moved faster than her eyes could track, dodging every single shot and standing there unharmed, like he had never even been attacked.
"H-How?" she stammered. It didn't make sense. A boy his age, looking so exhausted, shouldn't be able to move like that. "How did you dodge that?!"
"Just a basic ability," he said, flicking his wrist. "Figured I could test it a little considering the situation."
She didn't understand a word he said. All she knew was that he was dangerous, and she had to take him seriously.
She tried to take a step back, planning to gather enough demonic energy to blow him away along with the ruins.
Unfortunately for her, he noticed. And as she had already seen, he was much faster.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere." His smirk made her blood curdle. It wasn't cute, nor was it amused. It was the smile of a devil—a truly terrifying devil that a boy his age shouldn't be capable of showing. Yet he did. And she couldn't move.
She felt herself bound, as if invisible chains had wrapped around every part of her body. She couldn't move a single limb. Not even her eyes or mouth. Even the tears threatening to fall wouldn't move—unless he allowed it.
And if that wasn't terrifying enough, he began walking toward her. Like a psychopath closing in on his prey, hands in his pockets, face bored, steps slow and dreadful.
"I don't recall you being very important," he said, and all she could do was listen. "I remember a few details… that you were one of the many annoyances, buzzing around like a mosquito. But beyond that, I don't recall anything. Not even why you matter."
She was a Leviathan!
She wanted to scream it, to tell him why it mattered. But she couldn't. He had her in chains—chains she couldn't break, not even to speak.
"Oh, right." He clicked his tongue. "You are a Leviathan."
'Yes!' she thought desperately. 'He has to let me go!'
She was too important! A Leviathan! The heir of the true Satan!
'He has to!'
But expectations and reality rarely line up. And this wasn't one of those times.
"Doesn't matter now, does it?" He chuckled, tapping something on the tiny device in his ear. "There's already another Leviathan, and she's doing just fine."
Her mouth went dry, her heart racing at what he was implying.
Her horror deepened when he pulled the device out of his ear, pressed a button, and turned it into a small speaker.
"Faiser?" came a voice from the other side. A voice she knew all too well. A voice she despised with all her heart.
"Serafall." He smiled. The girl on the other end couldn't see it, but Katerea could. And she could only stare in silence, drowning in hatred.
"Yeah, done with the Valefar treasury?"
The question was innocent. The reply was not.
"I am. Though I ran into a small issue," he said, pausing only to add, "I ended up meeting a Leviathan."
"Huh? What do—" Serafall's confusion lasted only a moment before she realized. "Hide. I'll be there in a minute. Just hang on."
Her voice was full of worry.
Katerea's hatred burned hotter. She despised that voice. She despised the emotions behind it.
"I'm handling it," he said flatly.
"You don't understand!" Serafall's voice shook with panic. "She's part of the Old Satan Faction. You can't deal with her—"
"Don't worry. I have it under control."
"What do—"
Katerea felt the bindings loosen slightly, just enough for her to move her head and mouth.
"Release me!" she screamed. "You scoundrel, release me!"
"Serafall," he asked calmly, "how do you feel about reducing competition? About not having to worry about the Leviathan title anymore?"
"Faiser," Serafall's voice cracked with worry. "I'm almost there. Please, just stay safe."
All she got in response was another question.
"Serafall, how do you feel about there being one less Leviathan?"
"What do—"
Those were the last two clear words Katerea Leviathan, the Ultimate-class devil, heir of the Leviathan, true heir of Satan, could utter.
All she could do after that was howl. Scream. Screech. Yell. Shout.
All in pain. Gut-wrenching, blood-curdling pain.
"AHHHH—"
Her scream echoed through the empty ruins, reaching places no one even knew existed. It sent beasts running, birds fleeing, and plants shaking.
It was a horrifying scream. A scream of death.
Katerea Leviathan, a woman who boasted of her beauty just as much as her power, felt both slipping away.
Her strength dwindled, and so did her beauty. No—her beauty crumbled.
Her face grew saggy, wrinkled, and cracked. Her hair turned grey, her eyes dulled, her skin flaked, and her bones weakened.
She was aging at a terrifying rate. One that felt truly horrifying.
"Us, devils," Faiser said calmly. "We live very long lives, thousands of years. But even we have a lifespan. A limit to how long we can stay alive. And that limit is not very far for you, Katerea."
Her voice weakened. Her shout died. Her eyes turned grey, her body froze—and so did her heart.
She had lived thousands of years in a few seconds. Her entire life gone in that short moment, rushing her to a death she didn't know she could reach.
And in that instant, Katerea Leviathan fell to the ground—quiet, old, dead, and gone.
And with that, there was one less Leviathan.
"F-Faiser?"
From the sky came the voice of Serafall Leviathan, now one of only two Leviathans left alive. She stared at the scene in complete shock.
"I told you," Faiser smiled, "I would handle it—"
He had, but the aftermath… he couldn't.
"Faiser!" She dropped down, grabbing his shoulders as he coughed up blood, nearly falling to his knees.
"That… took a lot out of me," he said through his coughs, still smiling. "But I did say, there would be one less Leviathan."
That was all he managed to say before fainting, collapsing beside twenty-seven chopped bodies and the decaying corpse of an old woman.
Staring at it all was Serafall Leviathan. The Satan Leviathan.
And all she could manage to mutter was—
"How?"
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{A/N: Got a pat reon named RedLamp01 with 30+ chapters.}
So, the skills MC used were Bind, Sever and Temporal. He doesn't need to scream out the skill names like in other shows. I usually show the skills like
Though, MC is still ridiculously strong if you couldn't tell. Also, there will be more weapon fights and proper combat once MC learns those skills. He already has the Bracelet of Shapes.
Also, the reason the MC didn't use the Absorb ability to recover his energy is simple.
He forgor.
Since he isn't as used to the Valefar abilities as he is with Barbatos. With more fights and practice, his battle IQ will improve.
Annnnd My monocytes count increased by 1 in the sample space they took. The meds are working!!!}