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Alkit Flerity would never tell his father, but he secretly agreed with many of the things the son of Lucifer said.
Alkit was still young for a demon, only ninety years old. In a few hundred years, he would take his father's place as the leader of their family, one of the Six Great Houses.
He wasn't scared of the Great War starting again. He believed that Rizevim Lucifer, the new heir to the Lucifer name, was incredibly powerful.
He also thought that the angels and fallen angels were much weaker now than the demons were.
But Alkit didn't think the war was needed, either. He saw no reason to risk his own long life for something silly like honor or revenge.
Demons were given great strength and lives that could last forever. They weren't meant to throw it all away in a stupid war. They were meant to be what they were.
Demons.
They were creatures of darkness, meant to follow their desires and embrace the shadows in their souls.
What was the point of living forever if you couldn't have endless fun and get everything you wanted?
The rules of life were simple.
Make weaker people obey you, and show respect to those who were stronger. If you wanted something, you should take it.
If someone made you angry, you should tear them apart.
If you weren't strong enough to do that, you should wait until they were weak. Being weak was a sin. Kill, hurt, break things, steal, or make people afraid.
The only three things that mattered in the world were your own strength, your own desires, and the desires of those who were stronger than you.
Get stronger, do what you want, and stay out of the way of anyone whose anger you couldn't survive.
That was all you needed to do to be a real demon.
Laws and morals? Those were silly ideas for humans, rules made by the strong to control the weak.
That was why Alkit Flerity couldn't understand the heir of the House of Gremory. Alkit had been at the big gathering of young demons all those years ago.
He had seen the red-haired boy from the Gremory family. Even back then, people were whispering about how kind he was to his servants.
Alkit thought it was stupid when Sirzechs had protected the heir of the Oriax family, a family that was already falling apart.
That open act of defiance had made Ezekiel Beelzebub angry and turned the other Satan children against him.
But Alkit had been very impressed by Sirzechs's power. He had watched, fascinated, as a casual flick of the boy's dark red energy had completely destroyed a magical golem.
Out of all the young demons there, only Ezekiel himself didn't seem to realize how huge the difference in power was between him and the boy who had stopped him.
But seeing that power just made Sirzechs's actions even more confusing to Alkit. Why would someone with so much strength act like that?
Why would he treat his servants like friends and follow silly human morals?
The sight of someone who had so much power but refused to use it, who instead bent to the wishes of his own servants, filled Alkit with disgust. It was a complete waste of talent.
But that didn't really affect Alkit, because unlike the Gremory heir, he was a true demon. And if you believed the silly stories of humans, his biggest sin was lust.
He had quickly gotten bored of sleeping with his servant girls and the women in the brothels. It was too easy.
There was no excitement, no spark. Alkit soon figured out what the problem was.
The servants were always ready for him, and the whores wanted him to pay for it. So, he decided to find women who didn't want him.
The wife of a man in town, who was forced to sleep with him because of blackmail, had made Alkit feel a storm of emotions.
The look of sadness and resistance in her eyes sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.
And seeing her husband's face, full of despair as he watched his beloved wife be turned into a common whore by magic and drugs, was even more exciting.
Of course, when he did these things with demon women, he was much more careful. It could cause too many problems.
But with humans and other races, he could have all the fun he wanted! He remembered the face of every one of his victims, each one a source of great pleasure.
"Ah, she is as beautiful as ever," he said to himself, taking a drink from his glass. He watched Grayfia Lucifuge as she received another birthday greeting.
He couldn't help but imagine her beautiful body, which was hidden under a white dress, in his hands. He imagined what her normally cold voice would sound like in that moment.
"You do know, don't you," a quiet voice said next to him, "that if your hands ever touched her skin, your future would have nothing in it but a very painful and very quick death?"
Alkit forced himself not to jump in surprise. He turned his head and saw a small, black-haired boy standing next to him. The boy was looking at him with very intense, red eyes.
"Is that a brother's love I hear in your voice, young Lucifuge?" Alkit said with a sneer. "But don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to kill myself in such a foolish way."
"I am very glad to hear that," the boy replied. "Sadly, not everyone is lucky enough to have such a good thing as common sense. By the way, when should I expect the items I ordered from you?"
Alkit smiled widely, looking down at Inflis Lucifuge. He took another drink from his wine glass.
"You don't have enough patience, young Lucifuge," he said. "You should only hurry when a powerful angel is chasing you with a spear of light. In all other situations, it is better to wait for the right moment."
"There are two things in life I dislike the most," the boy said, his voice becoming dangerously calm. "Waiting for someone, and trying to chase after someone. You don't want to be kept waiting for the moment your father finds out about some of your questionable 'business deals,' do you?"
Alkit's smile disappeared. He quickly looked around, afraid that someone might have heard them.
Then he finally noticed a thin, magical barrier around them.
The boy had trapped him. Anger and the desire to put this little brat in his place flared up inside him.
"You know, two people can play that game," he hissed. "I don't think your sister would be happy to hear about her favorite little brother's unhealthy hobbies."
He let out a little bit of his power to try to scare the boy, to make him back down or look away. But the red eyes of Inflis Lucifuge just looked back at him with a cold, empty expression.
The boy lifted his hand, and a red spear appeared. It moved in a blur, and a fountain of blood suddenly sprayed from Alkit's throat.
He stumbled back in terror, his hands flying to the wound, feeling himself choking as his life, which had been so full of pleasure, began to end.
"Gurgle… gurgle…"
"Flerity, you should be more careful when you drink wine," the boy's voice said calmly. "It is very strong, even for demons."
An illusion? Alkit thought, his mind spinning. He looked down at the floor, which was covered in spilled wine, not blood. He felt his neck. There was no wound. A quiet whisper sounded right next to his ear.
"Do not test my patience."
A small hand patted him on the back.
"I suggest you try a different wine," Inflis said cheerfully. "The one from Alfheim, I hear, has a sweet and soft taste. Now, if you will excuse me."
Alkit watched the young Lucifuge walk away with scared eyes. He looked down at the cracked wine glass in his hand, which was shaking a little.
A second later, he realized that it was his hand, not the glass, that was shaking. A nervous laugh escaped his lips.
"Ha ha. The children these days are quite frightening."
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