6 Diablo the VIIth (1/2)

Demonkind had been living and surviving in Grimoria from as far as anyone could remember.

However they were extremely low on resources. Repeated wars invading the human realm Saforia was the only way they could sustain themselves. Unfortunately that led to the stagnation of the realms.

More importantly, Demon lord Diablo knew that he had very little time left.

Ever since his spies had brought news that the hero had been summoned, he knew that his days were counted.

There was no other way. The world had to emerge out of the vicious cycle, and his death was the best way out. He knew that a huge war was coming, and if they weren't united to face it, nobody would survive.

He looked at the murals that Diablo the First had left them.

Humans weren't the only race that had been converted to angels. The elves and beastmen were too.

The one who killed God might have been Diablo, but he was just the scapegoat of the entire movement. Those who had intended to stay angels even after god's death were the real culprits.

Ironically after his death, they also lost all their powers forming a new race of fallen angels.

They had never been seen since then.

”How is the boy?” Diablo asked.

”He has just recovered his consciousness, my lord. He seems to be looking around blankly.”

”Take me to him.”

It had been almost two days since that boy had arrived, and now he had finally regained consciousness. Diablo hoped that the algorithm had picked the right candidate.

Diablo entered the room and found the boy sitting up on the bed staring out of the window, into the distance.

Taking a seat, he kindly smiled at the young man.

”My name is Diablo the seventh. I am the ruler of this little castle. May I know your name Sir?”

The boy slowly turned to face him. He had messy black hair, and newly grown horns. A side effect of the healing ritual used to save his life.

His eyes seemed to regain clarity. He then smiled brightly.

A tinge of madness that anyone would have missed briefly flashed through them.

He opened his mouth and replied-

”Lucas”

”My name is Lucas Nothstein. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance Demon Lord Diablo.”

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”You seem to know of my identity?”

Lucas grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

”No, not really.”

”However this race seems to call themselves demons, and I heard them refer to the lord of this Castle as Lord Diablo.”

”Is there another identity associated with your name, Sir?”