I think reason for readers to drop drastically is lack of R18 scenes. While some think power scaling and other factors are responsible for it as well, I think the one I stated is primary.
What do you guys think?
I know commenting about p@ treon brings some sort of curse, as most of you try to avoid talking about it. But I realised there are three types who leave : One who can support for a month, one who want to catch up, one who just supports.
Thanks to all who still reading, whether five or six, I appreciate your constant support. In mob of braindead haters, you few keep motivating me to write with perseverance.
Enjoy!
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The afternoon sun bathed Kuoh Town in honey-gold light, warm against Yuuto's skin as he walked through the shopping district.
On his right, Lady Rayne glided with effortless elegance, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun silk. She wore a cream-colored dress that somehow managed to look both understated and impossibly expensive—the kind of subtle wealth that whispered rather than shouted. On his left, Ravel bounced with barely contained enthusiasm, her own golden locks swaying with each energetic step.
The street pulsed with life. Couples strolled past shop windows, their reflections ghosting across the glass. An elderly woman laughed outside the bakery, the scent of fresh bread wafting through the air—yeasty and sweet. Teenagers clustered near the convenience store, their voices bright with laughter as they shared drinks and snacks.
It was peaceful. Beautifully, perfectly normal.
Exactly what Yuuto needed after the chaos of Kokabiel.
"This is quite endearing" Lady Rayne observed, her voice carrying that musical quality unique to devil nobility "Much quieter and livelier than the Underworld's shopping districts"
"Kuoh Town has its appeal" Yuuto agreed, breathing in the crisp autumn air "No power struggles. No schemes. Just... life."
Ravel tugged urgently at his sleeve "Yuuto-sama, look!" She pointed at a café with white outdoor seating beneath colorful umbrellas "Can we go there? I've never tried human coffee before."
Lady Rayne's lips curved into an indulgent smile "That sounds lovely, dear"
They settled at a corner table, the umbrella casting dappled shadows across the tablecloth. The waiter arrived promptly—a young man who clearly recognized quality when he saw it, his service crisp and attentive. Yuuto ordered espresso for himself, cappuccino for Lady Rayne, and a caramel macchiato for Ravel.
"So this is what humans do in their leisure time" Ravel mused, watching people drift past. A businessman hurried by, phone pressed to his ear. A young mother pushed a stroller, cooing softly to her baby "It seems so... simple. But nice"
"That's precisely the beauty of it" Yuuto said, feeling the tension bleed from his shoulders.
Lady Rayne studied him over the rim of her cup, her blue eyes sharp despite the casual gesture "You've adapted remarkably well to our world, Yuuto sama. Better than most devils would manage" She paused, tilting her head slightly. "Tell me, do you miss your human life?"
The question hung in the air like smoke.
Yuuto fell silent, his gaze drifting to his coffee. The dark liquid reflected the sky above, clouds moving slowly across its surface "Sometimes" he admitted finally. "But that life ended the moment Valper put me through those experiments" His fingers tightened imperceptibly on the cup "But Now I have... this peerage, this town, the people I protect... it's enough"
Lady Rayne's expression softened, understanding flickering in her gaze. She could see it—the quiet strength, the unshakeable conviction that made this young man so formidable. Not just his power, but his resolve.
"Mother, look!" Ravel's attention had already shifted, pointing excitedly at a boutique across the street. Pastel dresses filled the window display, mannequins posed in the latest human fashions "Can we go there after?"
"Of course, dear"
The next hour blurred into a pleasant haze. They wandered through shops, Ravel's enthusiasm infectious as she marveled at everything—the human clothes with their intricate stitching, the accessories that seemed mundane but held such appeal, the small trinkets that sparkled under fluorescent lights. Lady Rayne watched her daughter with amused fondness, occasionally making purchases that Ravel insisted were "absolutely necessary".
Yuuto found himself relaxing completely.
As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in strokes of orange and pink, they made their way toward the park. The temperature had dropped slightly, bringing with it the crisp promise of evening.
"Thank you for today, Yuuto-sama!" Ravel said, her arms laden with shopping bags that rustled with each step "This was a wonderful experience!!!"
"Indeed~" Lady Rayne agreed, her smile genuine and warm "It's been quite enlightening to see what makes this town special." She glanced at him, her expression knowing "I understand now why you fight so fiercely to protect it."
Yuuto smiled, feeling something settle peacefully in his chest "I'm glad you both enjoyed it."
They walked back toward his apartment as twilight descended, the streetlights flickering to life one by one. For just this moment, everything felt right.
Peaceful.
If only it could last.
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[ The Underworld - Old Satan Faction Stronghold ]
Deep within the depths of the Old Satan Faction's fortress, far from the civilized districts of the Underworld, a vast chamber sprawled in eternal shadows and darkness. The walls forged with ancient stones, carved with sigils that predated the current devil society, symbols of the former order, when the original Satans ruled with absolute dominion.
At the chamber's heart sat a massive roundtable, its surface scarred and ancient.
Three figures occupied seats around it.
Katerea Leviathan sat with rigid posture, her tan skin gleaming faintly in the darkness. Long brown hair was pulled into an immaculate bun, secured with an ornate headset that glinted with purple jewels. Behind thin-rimmed glasses, her purple eyes gleamed with barely contained ambition—sharp, calculating, dangerous. She wore an extremely low-cut purple dress with high slits that exposed large portions of her voluptuous figure, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her fingers drummed against the armrest with impatient rhythm, nails clicking against wood.
Across from her, Shalba Beelzebub reclined with deceptive casualness, though tension coiled beneath his relaxed posture. Handsome in a cruel way, he wore black armor that gleamed dully in the shadows, an elegant black cape draped across his shoulders. His long brown hair fell past his hips in a silken cascade, many bangs covering his right eye. The visible eye—amber yellow—held cold intelligence and barely restrained violence. His lips curled in a perpetual sneer, as if the world itself offended him.
The third figure, Creuserey Asmodeus sat with arms crossed, his presence more refined than his companions'. He wore the elaborate clothes of devil nobility—black with dark red belts and intricate motifs, a cape flowing from his shoulders. His black hair was tied in a small, neat ponytail, and his violet eyes watched everything with analytical precision. Unlike the others, his pale skin and pointed ears gave him an almost ethereal quality. He rarely showed emotion, his face a mask of calculated composure.
The last remnants of Old Satan Faction.
Descendants of the original four Satans who once ruled the Underworld with iron fists. When the old Satans fell during the Great War, their descendants had been pushed aside by the New Satan Faction—devils who rose through merit rather than bloodline. The current Satans—Sirzechs Lucifer, Ajuka Beelzebub, Serafall Leviathan, and Falbium Asmodeus—were impostors in their eyes.
Pretenders sitting on thrones that belonged to them by right of birth.
For centuries, they had schemed and plotted, waiting for the moment to strike. With the backing of the Khaos Brigade and Ophis's power coursing through their veins, that moment drew near.
But recently... complications had emerged.
"This is troublesome" Katerea hissed, venom dripping from every word. Her fingers stopped their drumming, curling into claws against the armrest.
Shalba's sneer deepened, his visible eye narrowing to a dangerous slit "A mere reincarnated devil knight" He shifted, armor plates grinding softly "First nearly killed Riser Phenex and his whole peerage and now Kokabiel, A Cadre?...At this rate..."
"At this rate" Creuserey finished, his voice cold and measured, "he will become a threat to our plans for Underworld domination, forget about the World domination" His violet eyes gleamed with calculation "His power rivals that of Ultimate-Class devils already. And he has not even reached our age"
Katerea slammed her hand on the table, the impact echoing through the chamber "We cannot allow him to continue growing! If we permit him to keep getting stronger like this-"
"We won't let it happen" Shalba leaned forward, his amber eye burning with hatred so intense it seemed to glow "We cannot allow him to leave the Underworld with Evil Pieces intact. Our Satan lineage shall not be tainted by an outsider anymore" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, each word sharp as a blade "Not anymore than it already has been by those impostors"
Creuserey nodded slowly, his expression unchanging "The question remains—how do we eliminate him? He operates under Sirzechs's indirect protection through Rias Gremory. Moving against him openly would be..."
Footsteps.
All three tensed instantly, their conversation halting.
Someone was approaching from the darkness.
Katerea's hand moved subtly, demonic aura flickering around her fingers like purple flames. Shalba straightened, his casual demeanor evaporating as killing intent leaked from his body. Creuserey's eyes narrowed, violet energy beginning to swirl around him.
A figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the faint light that illuminated the roundtable.
He was devastatingly handsome in the way only devil nobility could be—appearing to be in his early twenties with silver hair tied in an elaborate braided hairstyle that spoke of aristocratic heritage. Ice-blue eyes surveyed them with cold intelligence, piercing and merciless. He wore a pristine black suit with silver accents, every line tailored to perfection, and his presence carried weight that made the very air grow heavy.
Katerea shot to her feet, her chair scraping harshly against stone "You..."
Color drained from her tan face. Her purple eyes widened behind her glasses, disbelief and shock warring across her features.
"What are you doing here?" Her voice cracked, high and sharp "You're supposed to be dead..."
The figure smiled—cold, mirthless, and utterly terrifying.
"Dead?....Not until I overthrow those Satan imposters and replace them with the originals where they rightfully belong."
He walked forward with measured, deliberate steps, each footfall echoing through the chamber with unnatural clarity. The shadows seemed to part for him, bowing to his passage.
"I appreciate that you three are taking a stance to bring the original Satans back to glory." He reached the table and pulled out a chair with casual ease, settling into it as if he owned not just the seat, but the entire fortress. A smirk played at his lips "But I must say... your ignorance about what you're truly dealing with is almost amusing"
Shalba's visible eye flashed dangerously "What are you implying, Euclid Lucifuge?"
"Your enemy" Euclid said, his tone dripping with condescension "is not someone to be killed so easily. You speak of eliminating him as if he were some low rank devil, using underhanded methods like you three to get stronger"
Katerea bristled, her demonic aura flaring brighter. Purple energy crackled around her like lightning "You think we're incompetent?" Her voice rose, indignation and rage mixing "You think we cannot kill a mere reincarnated devil? We who carry the blood of the original Satans?"
Her aura exploded outward, filling the chamber with oppressive heat. The air itself seemed to vibrate with power.
Shalba stood as well, his chair toppling backward with a crash. Crimson aura erupted from his body like wildfire, his amber eye blazing "How dare you look down on us, Lucifuge! We are descendants of the original Satans! We are the true rulers of the Underworld! The ones who shall dominate the world as well!!"
Creuserey remained seated, but violet energy spiraled around him in tight, controlled waves. His expression hardened, pointy ears twitching in annoyance "You forget your place, Lucifuge. You are nothing but a devil from a servant family."
The combined weight of their demonic auras filled the chamber, pressing down with suffocating intensity. The ancient stones groaned. Dust filtered down from the ceiling.
Euclid's smirk widened, as he crossed his legs.
"No wonder" he said calmly, not bothered in slightest "the Old Satan Faction hasn't risen to dominance yet. Even with the Khaos Brigade's assistance and Ophis's snakes flowing through your veins"
His own demonic aura erupted.
CRACK!
The roundtable shattered—not cracked, not damaged, but exploded into thousands of fragments that scattered across the stone floor like deadly shrapnel. The sound was deafening, echoing through the chamber like roaring thunder.
The three descendants were slammed down hard.
Katerea hit her knees with bone-jarring force, the impact sending shockwaves through her legs. A gasp tore from her throat What... what is this power?!
Shalba was driven into the ground, his armor scraping against stone as he struggled against the immense pressure. His fingers clawed at the floor, nails breaking Impossible... we have Ophis's snakes...
Even Creuserey, with all his composure, was forced down. His knees struck stone painfully, his carefully maintained control shattering. Sweat beaded on his pale forehead This level... this is beyond Ultimate-Class... beyond even...
The pressure was crushing. Not just physical—it invaded their minds, pressed against their souls, threatened to snuff out their very existence. It felt like having a mountain dropped directly onto their backs, grinding them into the ground with relentless, merciless force.
Euclid stood above them, completely unbothered, his cold gaze looking down at their struggling forms with utter disdain.
"If this level of power makes you struggle to even move" he said, his voice ruthlessly calm "then you're not just bringing doom to yourselves. You're condemning the last remnants of the Old Satan Faction to extinction"
He retracted his aura.
The pressure vanished like smoke.
All three gasped desperately for air, their lungs burning. Sweat poured down their faces, soaking through their clothes. Their bodies trembled violently from the exertion of merely existing under that overwhelming force.
Katerea's thoughts raced chaotically 'No wonder the Lucifuge family was chosen to serve the original Lucifer. Not just his sister Grayfia... he is also a monster. An absolute monster'
Euclid walked past them, hands clasped behind his back, his footsteps echoing in the suddenly quiet chamber.
"Your opponent is not someone to be underestimated" he said, his voice calm and controlled "Have a look at this."
He raised his hand, and demonic energy coalesced in the air—silver light that twisted and writhed. It spread across the colossal wall before them, forming a massive blue screen that flickered to life.
Images materialized.
Yuuto Kiba standing against Kokabiel, the sword gripped firmly in his hands. The clash of steel against light, each impact sending shockwaves through the air. The battle that followed—brutal, relentless, pushing both combatants beyond their limits. Holy-demonic swords manifesting from nowhere. Power that shouldn't exist in impossible ways.
And then... the final moment.
Yuuto enveloped in swirling darkness, holy and demonic energy spiraling around him like a storm as he looked down at Kokabiel's broken, half-dead form sprawled across the ground.
The screen went dark.
Euclid turned to face them, his ice-blue eyes glittering with cold amusement.
"How" he asked, his voice deceptively calm "do you plan on killing a reincarnated devil who fought a ten-winged Cadre as if he were a Satan-Class devil?" He gestured dismissively at them "While you three are borrowing power from Ophis's snakes, it still isn't enough to kill someone like him with ease. Or at all, truth be told"
Silence crashed down on the chamber.
None of them had an answer.
Katerea stared at the now-dark wall, her mind racing through scenarios, each one ending badly. Shalba's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ground together. Creuserey's analytical mind worked frantically, but every calculation reached the same conclusion.
They couldn't beat him. Not as easily as they were thinking it to be.
"I provoked Kokabiel to start the war, but that Knight..." Euclid continued, clenching his fists slightly. His footsteps echoed rhythmically "While I could kill him easily myself..." He paused, a hint of arrogance coloring his voice "I cannot bother myself with such menial tasks. Not as someone who once served the original Lucifer"
He stopped, reaching into one of his pockets.
"Here"
He tossed something through the air in a lazy arc.
Katerea caught it reflexively, a vial containing a blue liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the darkness, swirling with an inner light that was both beautiful and sinister.
"In the past" Euclid said, opening his arms wide with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "the original Satans relied on this to eliminate countless Ultimate-Class devils who proved too incompetent or attempted to join the Anti-Satan Faction"
Katerea stared at the vial, comprehension dawning slowly. Her fingers tightened around it.
"With this, we can accomplish the assassination of Yuuto Kiba" Euclid continued, his voice taking on a sinister edge. His ice-blue eyes gleamed with malevolent satisfaction "Bring doom to anyone threatening the original Satans' glory" He paused, a malevolent grin adorning his face "And send a message. Not just to the current Satans... but to my dear sister as well, who is so close to Rias Gremory"
The words resonated like a death sentence.
Katerea's fingers closed around the vial completely. Shalba's cruel smile returned, wider and more vicious than before. Creuserey nodded slowly, his violet eyes calculating as this was the most reasonable step for them.
The darkness of the chamber pulsed with malevolent energies.
Four devils sat among the ruins of the shattered roundtable, their minds filled with visions of the old order restored. The original Satans' descendants—Katerea, Shalba, Creuserey—and a devil hell-bent on bringing the Old Satan Faction to its former glory and dominion over the Underworld.
Euclid Lucifuge.
In the shadows, their conspiracy took shape, coiling like a serpent ready to strike, very soon.
And far away, in a peaceful town bathed in the fading light of evening, Yuuto Kiba had no idea that death was already being carefully planned for him.
The poison had been prepared.
The trap was being set.
And the executioners were sharpening their blades.
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[ Yuuto's Apartment - Evening ]
The door clicked shut behind Yuuto as Lady Rayne and Ravel disappeared down the hallway toward their rooms, shopping bags rustling with each step.
"Thank you again, Yuuto-sama!" Ravel's voice floated back, bright with genuine joy.
He smiled, shaking his head fondly before moving to the kitchen.
As he pulled ingredients from the refrigerator, his phone vibrated against the counter.
Buzz. Buzz.
A message from Akeno appeared: Don't forget about our plans, Yuuto-kun~ I'm looking forward to it ♡
He typed back quickly: I won't forget. I promise.
Another message came through almost immediately, this time from Rias: Thank you for today. I know things with the exorcists were tense
It's fine he replied Everything's resolved now.
He set the phone down and began cooking, falling into the familiar rhythm. The kitchen filled with warmth and the sizzle of food, comfortable domestic sounds that felt grounding after everything.
Yuuto exhaled slowly, letting the tension drain from his shoulders.
Peace.
For now, at least.
In the back of his mind, a small voice whispered a warning—the instinct honed by years of fighting, of surviving. Something felt... off. Like the air before a storm.
But he pushed it aside.
Whatever came next, he'd deal with it when it arrived.
He had no way of knowing that in the depths of the Underworld, poison waited in a vial.
That three descendants of ancient evil plotted his death.
That Euclid Lucifuge's cold smile promised destruction.
The storm was coming.
And Yuuto Kiba stood directly in its path.
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