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Being a full demon of chaos and the general of Lucifer's demonic army, you'd think that all he has to do is just tear off some angels or beat the living shit out of the great will— y'know, things that are expected of the demon general of chaos?
But no! Your boss— aka your will, Lucifer, Morningstar himself— thought that you should go to highschool .
Specifically, a different reality of Tokyo's high school. A high-school that his old world did not have.
Apparently Lucifer's friends with some gods that oppose the great will— (of course he is, he's literally the first angel that ever actually continuously fistfights the great will.) and one of those said friends decided to ask for Lucifer's help. Lucifer . for help. Yeah even though he's like— the guy's general and shit, he also knows that you probably shouldn't ask the literal prince of lies for help, he'd make a game out of it in exchange for some souls or magatsuhi— either way, dude asked for Lucifer's help and the devil complied.
By the form of the Demifiend going to school. The Demifiend is not pleased by this arrangement.
“I am the general of the demonic army of chaos, I beat all of the fiends that were purposefully attacking me for your challenge, completed the said challenge and became a full demon, killing all of the avatars of reasons in my old world because they were only coveting one reason that makes the world of man a world of man, I am the boogeyman both of the world of demons and angels where one whisper of my name sends shivers to all that dares to challenge or oppose you— and you're telling me that I have to go to HIGHSCHOOL??? ”
The audacity of this bastard just to laugh at his face, Lucifer, wearing one of his more teenager forms— the girly one (gross by the way eugh turn back you fuck) after having done laughing to basically spitting at the Demifiends' face, replied “Oh don't be such a baby, it'll just be a recon mission y'know? You can just simply watch as it all unfolds. Just make sure that its influence doesn't spread farther than Tokyo, you can do that right? My dearest general~”
“First of all get off of that disguise, it's fucking wrong as shit to talk to you like this.” He hissed, which made Lucifer smile even more.
“Aww~ whatever is the matter, Demifiend? I thought you'd enjoy bonding with those of your peers?” his eyes twitched at that.
“Just because I'm a baby in demon terms does not mean that I'm not as ancient as the rest of the army!! Hell, even the youngest of angels are a couple hundred years old!!” he is not what is equivalent to throwing a tantrum, he's not a baby! He's already old enough to understand better!
“Ah, but my dearest Demifiend, you are still but a babe to me and those older than I, so it makes sense for you, as the youngest of the army, to be the one who will infiltrate and balance whatever that pathetic thing did.” Right, ‘pathetic thing’
Apparently a couple years or so this so-called ‘friend’ of Lucifer would make deals with gods and choose avatars of wills and give them the ability to summon a ‘Persona’, take a city or town to start this game, and whichever side wins, the world will return back to normal. Or atleast— a part of the world that became a God's playground.
A couple of these persona users win in these games and would challenge the gods that made these playgrounds and would basically beat the shit out of them to leave that place alone and live happily ever after! Except that one time with Nyx, apparently. Not Madame Nyx no, just a really different looking Nyx.
“And why should I? I could just deny this and leave it all behind and let it destroy this world? It'll just have another conception and remake the world all over again.” He tries to hide his emotions on that, but with how Lucifer was looking at him— didn't seem to work as he hoped.
“Ah— but the question is— would you really leave another world to its devices? Would you dare to leave it alone to activate its conception early for the sake of this war?” Damn Lucifer and his fucking mouth. All he could do was just click his tongue, which made Lucifer giggle at that.
“Don't worry my dearest Demifiend, even if you disturb this balance, I will do everything in my power to ensure your win. Everything.” The girl cradled my face with such gentleness you'd expect from someone who looks like her, but this is Lucifer we're talking about, and it's being weird again.
Ever since I became the general of the demonic army, Lucifer just keeps pestering him with things that confuse him.
He gives him a really big room with a big bed on a really big castle in hell, He would become a ‘she’ if it feels like it and trains him on how to use his demonic abilities better. (which ‘she’ said that some human guys liked being taught by a pretty girl, he would've if it weren't for the fact that its Lucifer)
She also cares for him like how a human mother would, but it feels so wrong, he would sometimes mess things up like how he would cook charcoal looking food, she would also ruin some of his shorts (which she was banned from ever touching), the only couple things she gets right is just being a comforting pillar to the Demifiend.
He just doesn't understand the guy, so he went to his other fiend allies to ask this weird thing.
Matador merely waved him off with a chuckle. “Ay chico, it's just the master being caring for a baby demoño like you, you're still new to this whole thing.” He's not that young! But Matador just laughed and walked away.
All he got from Daisoujou was just a head pat and a smile (he's a mummy going skeleton how the fuck can he smile? probably a demon thing) “Do not worry young master, for such things are simply explained as they are.”
“You and Matador keep saying that but I'm not a baby! I'm a full grown demon!”
“Ah ah ah! You are but a freshly turned demon, you are still fresh from the womb of darkness and chaos. A being born after the death of your human heart, even then, the era of your time insists that you are but a child to the eyes of society.”
“Fuck society, hell doesn't even have a day-night system so I'm probably older than half of the human population as a whole!” Again the mummy monk just patted his head gently with a chuckle. “Of course I understand, but to us demons, you are but a babe, still suckling to your mother's tit. Or in appropriate terms, you are slowly absorbing the magatsuhi that our lord expels in hell for your growth, and in doing so, the lord is merely mimicking what a caring mother would do to a feeding babe.”
“So… I'm just what? A baby to everybody? I'm already beyond my 20s! That's more than enough to be an adult as a human! I just look like this cuz!-”
“Yes yes, because of your final transformation we've all seen it, but you are still a babe nonetheless. Even if you try to prove it to either us fiends or to lord Lucifer himself, it would not matter—for you are but a babe in all forms.” he can't say much after that since it'll be just a losing game so he let the old man just continue cooing and petting him like a baby, which he is not.
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After becoming a true demon to become a general for the army, the Demifiend thought he would lose anything related to being a human.
Emotions, feelings of pain, etc. anything that makes a human— human , but then Lucifer just randomly shoving him on a mission to what's basically just play pretend, that human thing he thought that went away came back in full force.
Probably because he got frustrated that every demon in this place treats him like a child, maybe because of how stupid it is, the Demifiend doesn't know. So he's just in his room having deep thoughts on the situation. (no he is not sulking, he's just in his dark room hugging himself and thinking a strategy about how to go with this, he's not sulking .)
“Hey Demifiend! Are you sulking in your room again?”
“M’not… just thinking about stuff.” he huffs at the comment.
“Yeah yeah, sure are you upset about how everyone's calling you a baby again?” His oldest and most loyal friend, Pixie floated above him.
“I'm probably older than everyone in that school! And Lucifer can shape shift to something unassuming! So why am I given such a dumbass of a mission that's basically just a glorified play pretend look-out?” He grumbles. Pixie didn't say much when she landed right beside him on his very big bed (seriously this is too big for someone his size!)
“You've never been this emotional in a while now that I think about it.” Pixie said, which gave him pause. Right.
How long has it been? For him getting emotional of being turned into a demon? The moment where his world became a giant sphere of a wasteland all because some guy wanted it to happen? When he lost all of his friends one by one by the conception because their minds were twisted by it? Or when he had to kill a demon for the first time and their blood splattered all over him, which resulted in him having a panic attack?
Dante once told him during his journey that he was becoming more and more demonic as the conception extends, Raidou having to obsess over the fact that his normal human stuff became so twisted that he doesn't even notice it anymore.
And with how both of them say that I've lost my human emotions as time went by.
When did he lose it all? The Demifiend wasn't that before, his name was… was…
“Hey, Pixie?” The fairy looked up, “What was… my name?” She got confused for a moment. “You're the Demifiend duh!” He huffed a chuckle. “No— I mean my human name, I already know that I'm the Demifiend of the prophecy and shit, King of Chaos or whatever, but I can't remember my old name for some reason…”
“Probably cus you turned into a full demon? Also lemme think… hmm… I did remember it being something— Naoki, yeah! You first introduced yourself as Naoki!” Naoki… he… he should have a last name right?
“And my last name..?” She shook her head at that. “No clue, not even your old buddies ever said it, only your first name! Dante and that Raidou guy asked one time and you promptly just shoved it off cus of a demon attack.” He… he really did become a demon.
And now being a fully demon just got him being a grumpy kid locking himself inside his room. This sucks.
Sensing his mood, his fairy companion didn't say anything before she made a sound. “Y'know, I can relate to being babied by everyone.”
“Yeah?” She nodded. “I was one of the youngest batch in the fairy village, so me and my sisters were often than not babied by the eldest of the village, even the king and queen would also baby us.” She shuffled closer.
“At first it wasn't so bad, being born and being cared for, it felt nice even. As we got older, we had our own stuff to do, help with the village, and prank some humans. But then the conception happened. And suddenly I was separated by everyone.” he frowned at that.
“I was able to find some of us, but they were from the older ones and would often than not be really overprotective of me cuz of how far we were from the village.” She sighed.
“Just like back in the village, it was fine at first, comfortable and familiar even. But then I was able to watch demons fighting each other and suddenly something clicked.” She looked at her tiny hand.
“Being a demon means the urge for power will always be with you at all times, the urge to beat another demon to show prowess as they cower under your feet, so when I saw this all I could think of was to be strong. Suddenly, being babied was the worst thing to ever feel.” They both went silent at that. And yeah, he can relate to that power thing.
Ever since he became a demon the urge to become stronger than the rest was becoming more of an instinct to him, that even Dante, a half demon himself, told him that his hunger for power grows at every enemy defeated.
“By the time we both went back to the fairy village, I decided to leave. A lot of the older girls said no, that it's too dangerous, but the urge of wanting to be stronger was too much to ignore. The king and queen didn't deny me hearing the siren call for it, only that I be blessed with a great ally to fight side by side. And wouldn't you know it? I got the strongest ally of them all!” She hugged his arm with a smile.
He smiled back and gently caressed her to a gentle hug. Even if his Pixie is strong, he still can't help but be gentle with her, whether she knew this or not didn't matter as she looked up to him. “This whole baby thing's gonna pass, don't worry, once this whole war is over everyone's gonna treat you with the respect you deserve Naoki, believe it.”
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When the Demifiend agreed to the mission, Lucifer didn't hesitate to shove him in this really expensive mansion, with the servants being demons in disguises.
“Just in case some foolish human would think to question why this house is empty.” Lucifer, in his adult form, with no lady in black, stands beside him.
“So what? You're gonna be my dad over here or something?” Lucifer's chuckle just confirms it.
“Of course, you'd know better that humans would question how you would have this sudden wealth y'know? And besides, I have made a shop already!” if the Demifiend imagined Lucifer, the prince of hell, the fallen angel, the traitor of god, working on a small business stall, no you didn't.
“What about the whole laying low thing?” He raised his brow to his pretend ‘dad’.
“Oh I am laying low, the god is just too concentrated on his target right now to notice and I made sure that humans within the vicinity would not question.” Lucifer chuckled. “But enough of that my boy, it is time for inspection of our new home!” He dragged the reluctant Demifiend inside the big, shiny, ugly (to the Demifiends' honest opinion) house that is gonna be his home from here on out.
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“Can you tell us your name?” Is what the teacher asked him, if it were a couple days earlier, it would've been in a demanding tone if it weren't for the Demifiends influence slowly replacing the false things influence within. It wasn't enough to be noticed but enough to not feel like somebody shoved their sweat onto your nose.
“Naoki, Naoki Kashima. Nice to meet you.” He didn't bow, didn't change his expression. He just stayed still as the class’ annoying whispers surrounded the room.
“Guys probably a hardass”
“Could've fooled me.”
“Great, probably a punk.”
“Hehe! Isn't he kinda hot?”
“I know! The piercing eyes, the bitch face look? Total catch.”
“Probably one of those hardasses with a heart hehe!” the teacher quickly quelled the chatter. “Ahem! Settle down! Now Naoki-kun, why don't you go to your seat so that we can have class finally start?” He nodded to the teacher and went to his seat.
He didn't exactly need to hear whatever the teacher was saying, being the carrier of Lucifer's will also meant that he would know stuff that normally shouldn't be that easy to know, it's just annoying sometimes because of the overloaded information the Demifiend gets at any time.
Being a freshly born demon, this overload would usually kill them, but being the avatar of Lucifer's will as well as being a powerful demon from the get go. All he gets is a fucking headache.
So Lucifer gave him a special necklace to control it but in the Demifiends honest fucking opinion? This thing's just a magical information filtering necklace.
The thing works, it's just that it's filtering information as slowly as it can. Which is why he called it a magic filtering necklace.
He could bother to pretend that he's listening to the class but the Demifiend is more concentrated on the shining sun on the clear window beside him.
The green tree's rustling, the birds chirping, the loud noises of vehicles driving by, the giant rectangle buildings looming from afar, these are the type of stuff you'd only see in exclusive demon villages like Pixie's or nature related demons.
He'd often go there just to feel nostalgic, but they never felt the same. Lucifer gave him a garden for it and he'd often just be there to have a picnic with Pixie and his other demon companions.
“Naoki-kun? Can you answer this question?” Ah right— he almost forgot that he's a high-school student now.
Yeah this mission's gonna suck ass.
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A couple weeks in and the Demifiend is already being blackmailed. Joy.
“Look kid, if you don't back down I'm gonna do something worse than just giving you a sore wrist you get me?” The pe teacher— Shida something? The Demifiend didn't bother memorizing these names— threatened the strongest demon of the demonic army— because he got in the way of his target.
The target is a teenager. A girl teenager. A decade apart from the teacher himself. Ew.
Not even Mother Harlot would keep this guy in her harem of slaves, she'd probably kill him. No wait— she'd put him in the harem to be bullied and be humiliated to death, that's Mother Harlot for you.
“Did you even hear what I just said brat?” The grip tightens but the demon didn't feel it, hardly painful really, even the weakest of demons hurt more than this, feels like a pinch even.
The Demifiend didn't say more as he continued to be stared down by the PE teacher's pathetic attempts of threatening him.
His ‘lackey’s’ didn't do anything but watch as the teacher's grip tightened more and more to make the demon in front of him feel something. It doesn't work.
“This'll be the last time you try this shit you hear me kid? Try it again and I'll make sure that you're expelled from this school.” The man finally lets the demon's hand go and walks away with his bundle of ‘lackey’s’.
Yeah goodluck on that one man, Lucifer would probably get you fired first before that'll happen.
“Hey… you okay?” He heard a voice behind him.
He turned around to see a blonde boy, another one of the bastard's victims, walk up to him with pitying eyes pointed at the wrist to where that man held it.
Although the Demifiend couldn't feel whatever threat or pain the man gave him, the illusion that made it possible for him to blend with humans gave the idea that it was worse than it looks. He can see it red going like purple but the Demifiends' only thought of the red ring was just… ‘huh.’
“Dude, you don't have to act so badass about it, must've hurt huh?” The blond boy beside him says. Which to a human's point of view, it does, to demons however? If it didn't bleed then it's not that bad.
Before the demon could assure the boy, he was reluctantly dragged by the blonde to the school clinic.
“Are you sure that you can't feel your arm at all?” The school nurse held out his ‘bruised’ hand with concern.
“No, in fact ever since he held it, it genuinely felt nothing.” It was the shittiest excuse known to demon kind but it's believable to a human at least.
“Kamoshida..! That bastard!” He could hear the blonde boy who dragged him here whisper those words with pure rage, whilst unknowingly feeding the demon. It tastes like vengeance.
The boy's magatsuhi tasted really good, as a demon of chaos, he'd be fed by the magatsuhi of demons or the emotions of humans.
And since this Tokyo is surrounded by that false god's influence, negative emotions are always booming, which is the only thing the Demifiend would ever dare to thank.
The demon general didn't realize until the nurse cleared her throat, “Here, good as new, just make sure to avoid another accident okay?” Accident huh? Although he's already aware of it, it kinda sucks to even see it up close.
He didn't say a word but nodded as he left the clinic and saw the blonde boy leaning against the wall beside the clinic's door. “Kamoshida did this, didn't he?” Is what the boy asked—no demand.
Honestly if it were any weaker minded humans they would've tried to use any excuse as to say that they were not in fact being hurt by a teacher. But the Demifiend is not a weak human, never was even before it all.
His silence must've been an answer to the blonde boy, as he crumpled his hands to a fist. “That bastard!! If only he wasn't such a famous dick then maybe—! RAAGH!!” The boy punched the wall he used to leaned on in anger.
Truthfully he's thankful that Japan didn't copy America's thin paper walls, Dante often complained about how expensive such thin walls were. The punch didn't make a web of cracks but the Demifiend can feel the force was put on it, and it wasn't that bad.
Not as good as Dante or Raidou’s (if he's ever seen that guy punch something.) but the effort was there. The boy turned his back on the demon.
“I swear! I swear I'll make that bastard pay!!” The Demifiend, a demon of chaos, gave the boy a sharp smile that makes him the demon that he is.
Being somebody who's in the know, he can't wait for such CHAOS this boy promised to him.
Being a demon means whatever promises were said is final.
And the blonde boy accidentally made a promise to the demon general, future King of Chaos, that he will make his abuser pay for his transgressions? Oh, Christmas came early.