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Akiko Lucifer, a Devil with extensive power. His power went unmatched by even the highest of Devils.
Known as the 'The Crimson Devil', Akiko was the son of the original Lucifer. He fought in the Great War, but ceased his activity after his father died along with the other three Satans.
He did not have neither of the main abilities of the other Devils. Being the son of Lucifer, he had Lucifer's powers, which included the Power of Annihlation, which was an advanced form of the Power of Destruction. The Power of Annihlation was meant to destroy things in a complicated manner until there was no trace left, neither physical nor non-physical.
Akiko was a menacing male that preferred being evil over kind, which wasn't really surprising. His aura was blood red with a tinge of black, and guess what, he was coated in it. His aura was so condensed that you could see visible faint traces of it surrounding his body. And to top of the red and black pattern, his irises glowed in no other than crimson red, signalling his evil attitude even more.
Akiko's attire included a buttoned-up black blazer with a black tie, neatly tucked behind his white shirt's collar and black trousers with shoes which were of course black in colour. In his blazer pockets were short seven-inch daggers used for cutting down weak enemies without revealing his identity.
Currently, in the midst of night, Akiko was walking around the main path leading into Lucifaad, the original capital of the Underworld which was dedicated to Lucifer himself.
Akiko POV
Lucifaad.. the original capital of this horible dimension. Built solely for my father, Lucifer. It always brings back memories of my young self walking with my father around this place, observing the magnificent landscape that it had to offer. We were often joined by my mother, Lilith. There's a town dedicated to her too, she was known as the mother of all Devils and the first Devil.
Most people conclude that my father was the first Devil since he came here first, but my father is an archangel, not a Devil.
Sure, he did fall from Heaven and thus lost his place, but he was and still is an archangel.
Lilith was the first Devil due to my father corrupting her soul and bringing her to Hell first.
She and Lucifer, along with the other first-generation Devils, repopulated this place into what it is today.
And yes, she is also dead. She died at the hands of those pesky Angels. The Angels along with God should know what it feels like to have their parents / relatives die in front of them.
I am currently around one mile away from the center of Lucifaad. I keep earning myself frightening looks from onlookers, solely because of my evil aura, which I cannot hide due to its immense power. They really do not know who I am, the only sign that tells them that I am a much more powerful Devil is my aura, and of course, the Bael house had to colour their Power of Destruction red and black. Now I can be confused with most of the Baels and most of the Gremorys, since a Bael married into the Gremory.
I grow bored of this place though. Now that my father and mother are gone, and I have no living relatives except for a grandson, Vali Lucifer, whom I hate. There is practically no reason for me to live. Heaven is like literal Hell for Devils (yes, even me), the Fallen Angels are my enemies, and I will eliminate every stray crow that I find. The rest of the Devils are all reincarnated scum. Yes, scum. Humans are weak as it is, but that damned current Beelzebub had to make the Evil Pieces so that the weak humans can mix with our race.
Don't get me wrong, I am welcome to accepting humans into our bloodline, though they are starting to overcome the original Devils, they are disgracing our society with their blood. I shall too, also eliminate them if they decide to mess around in this society. The most common way to recognise them is if they either have pair(s) of foul-smelling Devil wings, or by detecting their aura.
Half-human Devils are slightly better though, at least they are born from actual Devil genetics. My grandson is an example. I killed his father because he decided to have his fun time with a human woman instead of the thousands of beautiful Devils at his beck and call. Vali is a powerful boy, the host of Divine Dividing. On top of that, he also has the blood of me, the strongest Devil in the Underworld running through his veins. What makes it even better is that my father's blood is also running through him.
This, of course, gives him an insane amount of demonic power. It is still not enough to rival one of the current Super Devils, though it is very powerful. I am very sure that my dear friend Albion will help him gain power. I shall test him when the time comes.
Albion is very, very strong. He would be placed at around the Number #6 spot on the 10 Most Powerful Beings In The World list, if he was not sealed. His counterpart, Ddraig, would also have around the same amount of strength. I would be placed at around the Number #4 spot, just above Indra, the King of the Gods in Hindu Mythology.
Though my power is vast, I do not participate in fights unless they are short squabbles where I will encounter a stray priest / exorcist, Fallen Angel or Devil.
It is funny doing that. I let them get the better of me, only to find a solution in a matter of seconds.
Such cases involve the cheap light swords and light guns that the exorcists use. I always love to let them riddle me with bullets, and then pretend to die on the floor. After that, I wait a few seconds and jump back up, only to disintegrate them into nothingness with my legendary Power of Annihlation.
The reason why this works is because, since I am the Ultimate Devil, I have exponentially more than strength to take their light-based attacks. The actual Holy Swords might be able to put a bit of a dent in me, though nothing a little bit of regeneration can't handle. Other than the annihlation power, I also have a few tricks up my sleeves. Such tricks include: very fast regeneration, reviving (can only be done if victim has died within five hours, otherwise, effect is nullified), the power of fear and nightmares and last but not least, the Power of Destruction.
The Power of Destruction is basically a very simplified version of the Power of Annihlation, which means that I can also use it (being a person with complete mastery over the Power of Annihlation).
Anyway, enough rambling on, it seems that I've reached my destination, the center of Lucifaad. It is currently around four AM, and the only people outside are the guards (who are very familar with me), and a few observers. I can pretty much just walk past the guards without them even asking me who I am, for the guards are original Devils, and my friends who recognise me and my aura greatly.
At first glance, Lucifaad would look like any ordinary town, but when you get into the center of it, most people are shocked at the scenery. It is truly beautiful, and it is the only reason why I stay in the Underworld. It always manages to catch me with its luxorious views and absolutely stunning environment.
There is a stone path with limestone on the sides of it, and tons of grass, separated into two hemispheres around the true center. The first hemisphere, the upper region contains amazing decorations representing Lucifer and the Great War, while the second has the same style of decorations, just only representing Lilith instead.
There are several waterspouts on each half, and a true fountain in the circular center. The center contains very expensive statues made out of delicately carved stone, cut by the finest of Devil handymen.
It truly is a place to remember, far more exciting than any location I've been too. As I looked at the fountain statues, one of the guards, a friend of mine known as Crowley came up to me.
"Oi, Akiko. It has been a long time, my friend." he said.
"Indeed it has, Crowley." I replied, still maintaining my gaze at the fountain statues.
"Suppose you're here to remember your father and mother?" he asked, which caught my attention at the mention of my deceased parents.
"As always. My only purpose for living here is visiting this place. And besides, I thought your duty was in the morning." I quipped, responding in a sarcastic tone towards the end of my statement.
"I'm pretty sure your parents would have wanted you to move on dude. It is quite late right now, and you barely get any sleep anymore." he was correct. My parents always told me that they would have wanted me to have grown a new life and move on to different parts of the universe and to make new goals for myself.
He was also correct on the second part, I barely ever get any sleep, but somehow, I manage to pull through for the day via meditating. I meditate to harness my senjutsu and to get in rhythm with the patterns of life. It always calms me down when I am in sync with the life force of nature.
"That is very true. They always wanted me to move on, but I cannot. It is not that I am attached to them, it is just that I have no purpose in life to make anything up. The only thing I have done since their deaths is visit this place and kill strays." I replied, frowning slightly.
Crowley suddenly put his right hand on my right shoulder, and then sighed, responding afterwards.
"That's a boring life. Lighten up, go visit the human world or something. I want you to come back here in a week and have at least two future goals for yourself. Understood?" he said in a bossy attitude.
Due to his tone, I also replied in a similar one.
"Sir, yes, sir, sargeant!" is what I said, while putting my right hand up to my head in a position that greatly resembled the human marines.
He paused for a second, and then instinctively, we both chuckled. I submitted to what he asked for, and then left, ready to make up some new goals.
Well, that sums up the prologue. Once again, I hope you enjoyed this story.
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