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Chapter 02 - Establish the Wicked

A former holy woman who turned into a psychotic sadist.

Such transition can be considered impossible. But with a little dabble of inhumane torture and black magic, it was possible to even turn a iron maiden like her into one of the most demented soul there possibly could be.

A hobby would prove that. And hers, was to listen to the melodies of angelic screaming.

Jeanne d'Arc removed the chains that bind the cell and told the guards to leave her. As they left the small underground prison after having no choice but to obey the Remnants, Jeanne smiled with joy.

Only four of the nine captured angels were still stable. Breaking those who were connected to their wills was her favorite activity― aside from massacring angels on the battle field.

"My, my, you sure are doing well despite having your wings chopped off. My dogs loves the tastes of those lustrous wings, it's a shame that you cannot regrow them."

Jeanne ran her fingers through the angel's wounded body.

"Say, Angel." Jeanne grinned. "Without those heavenly wings you are no different than a human. And humans are mistreated unfairly on a extent― and I would know how that feels, unfortunately... so does that mean you're a human now?"

She didn't get the answer she wanted, but she got a reasonable excuse to start torturing him once more.

"The children... of god― were made to be sacrificial pawns for their father's―"

An immediate finger into the mouth as the unholy woman almost ripped off the angel's jaws, creating a painful line on the edge of its lips.

The angel screamed in agony, its voice echoing throughout the cell, warning the other conscious angels that were locked in with her.

"My King sees no use for your existence, the fresh air of the Underworld were not made to serve your kind. Be grateful that the one true King is showing hospitality to the likes of you, you hypocritical beasts."

"You-... you call this mercy?" the angel spoke.

"If it were up to me― your entire kind would be burning at a stake― just like how I was."

Jeanne grabbed the nearby torch and shoved it at the angel's face, trying to force the loudest melody she could ever produce.

But no matter how hard she tried, every scream was the same― generic and boring to her taste.

Screams were only delightful if it was filled with despair. This one, was only the screams of pain and endurance.

"Gawk― AH! ― AHHHHH!"

"Say his name and beg for his mercy. Repeat after me. 'All hail the Devil King Lucifer, and may your kindness show me mercy.'"

"Rrrrarg... ― GRAAH! ― AHHHHH!"

There was no joy if the same torturing method didn't work for the first thirty seconds.

Jeanne d'Arc, for the first time in her life as the servant of the Devil King, was starting to run out of ideas for torturing.

She tried the needle bed method― the potions of insanity that her trusted caster made― the hound's cage method― and even Lord Beelzebub's special torturing method, which was to kill human infants in front of the angels, while making the others drink the blood.

While that method might've worked on Lord Beelzebub's behalf, it never worked on any of the angels that Jeanne held captive.

"Boring. Absolutely boring. Come on, do something interesting for once you dogs!"

In pure anger, Jeanne stomped her iron boots against the angel's blistered face― smashing the remaining skin off as blood splattered all over the cell room.

The screams shortly stopped after Jeanne stomped on the angel for the fourth time― before curve stomping it on the stone bed to make sure the body remained lifeless.

"You're more interesting when you are a hound fodder."

Dragging the body across the cell to a nearby wall, Jeanne summoned the flaming portal to the Cerberus cage as the howls of the three headed hound echoed throughout the underground prison.

Without any heed, she threw the lifeless corpse into the pits of hell as the noises of bones crushing against another enforced fear into the other prisoners.

The portal closed as nothing but blood remained in the empty cell.

"Disinfect the cell. Bring the remaining prisoners to the camp and line them up."

Jeanne said as she brushed past the guards, who nodded in her request.

In order to serve her King properly, she needed to start finding a new way to get information from the angels. If her old ways weren't going to cut it, then it was her duty to create a different method that has a higher success rate.

Upon reaching the ground floor prison camp, Jeanne ordered the officers to call for her caster's assistance, in which they recognized almost immediately.

Laying on a sack of hay on the middle of the flat field, the guards soon came to her scene as they dragged the angels across the dirt with bare feet― their entire bodies covered in scars.

Once they were in order and in line, the guards bowed to the Remnant and went back to their former duties.

They didn't want to see what was about to happen here. Even as devils, they knew what Jeanne d'Arc was capable of and they didn't want any of it.

"A pleasant evening we have here, boys of the damned. Would you like to play a questionnaire with a little ol' me? I can't help but to cook up something interesting while we wait for the main dish, I'm hungry for an appetizer."

Jeanne smiled in the most crude way possible as she crossed her legs on the stacks of hay.

None of them responded to her words, as they refused to make eye contact.

"And if you get it right, I might consider letting you only... watch the event."

Jeanne giggled in a maniacal manner. "Oh, how fun. They say that voyeurism is what transforms the angels into that of a filthy crow, I wonder if that's true. How exciting, I can't wait."

She then removed her headgear and pieces of the armor off her body, the gift that she received from the Devil King a while back.

"Question number one. Do angels fall based on what they do, or see?"

...

Only silence, not a single captive spoke a word.

The guards that were part of Jeanne's personal force rushed in and smacked them with their spears, forcing some of them to gush out pounds of blood on the floor.

"There's no point to this if their lungs no longer work! Step down, you imbeciles!" Jeanne exclaimed in anger, forcing the guards to return to their positions without a word.

"Tch, it's like I'm trying to work with a lump of mindless flesh. Face their backs to me."

The guards swiftly forced the angels to turn around, showing the red strike marks with dozens of bruises all over their back.

But the most mesmerizing feature of it all― were the marks of where their former wings used to be.

Only a few feathers remained as the entire area was lazily stitched together. The feathers that remained was still purely white.

'That means that they haven't given up on their will. They didn't even consider saying anything that might make them fall, otherwise it would've been tainted black by now.'

Jeanne thought to herself.

It was difficult, getting these angels to give up their love for their holy father for the sake of mercy. Unlike the humans who give in after a sharp cowardly pain, the angels were no different than a hedgehog with iron spikes.

It didn't matter how much fun she had torturing them. She was starting to worry as the thoughts of her King scolding her for not being able to show results, in which it may cause hundreds― if not thousands of different problems for her.

She wanted nothing but compliments and attention from the Devil King Lucifer. If showing results will make him look at her direction and give her the rightful endorsements she deserved― she will do anything to achieve it.

"Hold their heads towards my direction." Jeanne ordered the soldiers, in which they obeyed profoundly.

"The end of your days is near and I have no interest in playing around with you fools anymore. So let's make this brief and get it over with,"

The last word she spoke sparked a magic crest to appear next to the stacks of hay, summoning a robed caster that she wanted to see.

"Jeanne? Are you in need of my assistance?" Gilles spoke with his eerie voice, with multiple cursed books in his hands.

Gilles de Rais, the one man who admired her more than anyone in the entire world. The one man who she could rely on for support whenever she's in doubt― let it be emotional support after the Devil King refused her, or if she was having a hard time producing results for the King.

The dark mage and the head of the devil's research organization. And the man that converted her into who she was now, using the darkest and twisted magic the world has ever seen.

"Do you still have your creations?"

"That depends― which one are you looking for?"

"The thing with twelve― er, sixteen... hands? The octopus like thing that has teeth, I'm sure you haven't used it in a while, no?"

"Ah yes― it is within my inventory, what would you like to use it for?"

"Bring it to me with one of the female angels you've taken for experiments. Just one will do― a plus if you bring me one that's still remotely conscious."

Gilles nodded and returned to his research station, as Jeanne stood back up and dusted the hay off her back. She then returned her headgear back to its former place and reattached the armor together, before ordering the soldiers a different command.

"Keep their eyes open and make them watch everything they're about to see." Jeanne smiled horrendously.

"If pain will not convert you― and mental torture has no use, then let us see if you can resist the urge of your own desires, everyone is a little dirty in their hearts. Ufufu."

The mad torturer of the Remnants of the Morning Stars was about to put on a show that not only the angels will have time forgetting― but also the devils who were fated to work in that camp that day.

"Let the show of dark conversion, begin."


There were a few things I learned about the power given to me after my arrival here. One of them was that I could just think of the command and the system will show itself. Which means that I don't have to be alone to do it, if I didn't want to attract any weird attention.

The second thing I learned is that nobody other than myself could see the system. I tried it while talking to Grayfia the other night, and it seems she took no notice to to it whatsoever. Then I tried to other devils in the area and not a single one bet an eye to what I could see.

What a life savor, honestly. It was a good find.

During the third day as Lucifer, I sat on my throne seat and awaited for Grayfia's introduction to whoever needed to see me. The Remnants that I sent out should be returning by now, things should start to get a little more interesting from here on out.

"Your Highness, Jeanne d'Arc of the Remnants is awaiting your approval to enter the throne."

"Bring her in."

Well shit, that was quick.

It was just yesterday that I sent her to dispose of the angels who were captured during the battle, but I didn't think she would straight up eliminate them under a day. I would've thought that she would try and find a way to make them talk, but I guess that's not possible to a certain degree.

Or that's what I thought, until the silver-haired maiden entered the room with her armor covered in blood, her personal guards standing right behind her.

Every single one of them kneeled to my presence before speaking whatever she had to say.

"My King, it is done. I have successfully made the prisoners reveal everything they knew about their secret operation― and we have devised a plan to shut them down before another of their attacks."

Oh? That certainly took an unexpected turn.

"Continue."

"Yes, my King. The Angels have found a way to directly connect purgatory and the Underworld― without disturbing the souls of the damned that rests in that realm. Through the special tunnel they've created, the are able to control the portal whenever they wish."

That's an interesting way of invading your enemies, I gotta admit. So they were using their own territory to connect the tunnel between the Heaven and the Underworld, which made perfect sense since purgatory was linked with the Third Heaven, and purgatory was the closest realm to the Underworld.

Damn. I didn't think about that possibility at all. And I'm sure neither Lucifer did, because I don't remember him ever giving his thoughts on it.

"And your solution to this is?"

"To destroy purgatory along with the tunnel that connects it. Disrupting the flow of reality is the only way to properly disconnect what is keeping it stable. We can look into more solutions if need be, but I'm afraid that it may have to result in sacrificing our own forces."

I was well aware that Jeanne d'Arc didn't give a single damn about the soldiers.

But even she knew that if we were to plan this operation and actually enact it, it would only result in thousands of devil soldiers going into suicide mission― entering the tunnel and destroying the purgatory, ultimately caging themselves in there for eternity.

If it was only a small number, it wouldn't have bothered me. But to think that I had to sacrifice possibly more than 1/8th of my current army just to seal it... yeah, that's a price that might not be worth paying.

Because they're above us, the Angels will always have the upper playing field when it comes to invasions. The previous Lucifer couldn't properly invade Heaven because their defense was absolute, while they also had a method to invade out of the blue like that.

"Is the tunnel mobile? Or is it stationary in one place?"

"The latter, my King."

Alright, then that's going to be something I'll have to bring up in the council meeting.

If the four Satans were to gather their remaining armies in one place, it would round up to be around 3,000,000 devil soldiers that can still fight. The war has been going on for the last ten years, so we were starting to decline in numbers while the angels held the upper hand.

Lucifer got me hanging on a tough spot. I'm going to have to guess when they will order their next strike, and when we should start preparing. This was starting to make one hell of a headache already...

Fuck me. I needed to blow off some steam after being told about all this. I'm not some kind of a war leader for fucks sake, or at least not before, all I ever did was read about war strategies in World War II that my forsaken father forced me to read for whatever reason. And let me tell you― reading does not equal experience, kids.

My head was all over the place at this point.

"And the prisoner who told you this― is he alive?"

"We've held twelve prisoners captive, eleven of them didn't give in. The one who fed me the information is receiving proper treatments― just like I promised."

I didn't even want to know how she did it.

"Grayfia, when's the date for the next meeting?"

"It's scheduled in three days, Your Highness."

So I still have some time.

Alright, this should be simple enough then.

"Send Euclid and gather the generals to discuss about it. I want optional solutions in two days. And Grayfia, notify me when Atalanta arrives and Salieri is finished preparing. I want every single order I've given out to be finished under two days― any delays will be rewarded with hostility."

I got up and walked out the throne, only to be stopped by the pitiful face Jeanne was making.

Now that I think about it, Lucifer was always aware of the fact that one of his Remnants were deeply in love with him. It goes without saying that the member was Jeanne d'Arc, who had a strange love complex with her own King.

Honestly, Lucifer could've spoiled her a bit. To think that the Devil King wouldn't be swayed by that beauty is beyond me. But yet again, it could also be because she used to be a former holy woman― and Lucifer hated anything that was related to his godly father.

"Is something the problem, Jeanne?"

"No, my King. Your wish is my command, I will have it done as you instructed."

She then turned around while keeping her head low, her personal guards twitching in an odd manner as they followed behind her.

... Sigh. Well, it's not everyday you get to tell someone that you made love with a holy woman, especially after being reincarnated as the Devil himself.

"Do the job in her stead, Grayfia. And you Jeanne, follow me."

Jeanne froze on the spot and slowly turned around with the expression of fear stapled on her face. She must've thought I was about to punish her for making an undesirable expression― which was what the previous Lucifer would've done.

Grayfia nodded and exited the throne room, taking Jeanne's guards with her during the process.

The two of us walked down the hall way of the castle, with no guards or maids to accompany us.

"Let me ask you a question, Jeanne."

Jeanne didn't say a word and silently walked behind me.

"Your loyalty― does it expand to the other three Satans?"

"No, my King. I only live to serve you― and you alone. The title of the one True Devil King only belongs to the King before me."

"And if I were to tell you to serve the other Lords?"

"Then I will obey."

Not like I was going to do that in the first place. She's too valuable to give out.

I stopped in the middle of my tracks.

"And if I told you to massacre them?"

"Their bodies will burn within my sea of flames."

So that's how it is.

Jeanne didn't care for the devils at all, the only reason she doesn't go out and hunt devils for her own pleasure is because they're part of me, the Lucifer.

As long as they're my allies and people, Jeanne won't dare to touch them. It was as simple as that.

"Good, loyal subjects like you deserve the rank of Remnants."

I turned around to face the white-haired maiden that stood before me, confusion in her eyes.

"You want a reward for your efforts, do you not?"

"No my King. If I can serve you until the end of my days, that is enough."

You lying little shit. You have one of the worst facial expressions when it comes to reading the mood, you know that? It was too damn easy to tell that you are petty about the fact that her King didn't give her any rewards.

"And what makes you think you deserve one?"

That question was enough to make Jeanne widen her eyes, realizing that I knew what she was trying to do.

"I... My deepest apologies," Jeanne kneeled, "my King― it was foolish of me to be so demanding of a reward for my pitiful achievement. I, Jeanne d'Arc of the Remnants, does not deserve to be in your presence after the humiliation I've caused for myself."

Way to take it pity on yourself for something I didn't really care about. That mindset was confusing to understand but honestly, it only benefits me in the end.

"I know your sinister desire, Jeanne."

I gestured her to stand up. Then I took a step closer as I was practically breathing on her ear― her entire face red from how she was close to me.

I played with her hair as she was startled by my movement, trying to keep herself calm and collected.

"Nothing feels better than being approved by your King, and having the man you want for yourself. But I'm afraid the time for your ultimate award has been postponed― you have yet to achieve something that I find marvelous and spectacular."

Jeanne's eyes widened as she awed lightly.

"I know the reward you were looking for in the throne room. But if you wish to have it― you must listen to me carefully from here on out."

"I... I understand." Jeanne muttered. I could hear the brisk heartbeat by just being near her.

"Take the ninth battalion and head towards east shortly after the meeting, where the Beelzebub is. And bring me the Seraph that is harassing their land― alive. And if you can do that..."

I ran my fingers down her chest from the hair, grabbing her breasts.

She squealed and clenched her teeth lightly.

The redness on her cheeks became brighter as the edge of her lips curved.

"Then I wouldn't mind sharing my first time with you."

Absolutely nailed it. She kneeled and smashed her first into the ground, almost shattering the pavement.

"The Angel will be brought to the throne― alive, as you requested."

"It wasn't a request. It's an order, and you know what will happen if you were to fail."

That sent shivers down her spines as she gulped and nodded.

Good. Don't forget that feeling, Jeanne d'Arc. I expect a lot from you― the holy woman who brought victory to France against all odds.


Three Days Later

Everything was going according to plan.

The funeral for the dead took place last night as Salieri played a fine tune for us to mourn to. Atalanta successfully did her job and delivered every body, and was able to gently rest them inside the dirt.

And now, the meeting took place between the four Great Satans, at the top of the main castle of Lucifaad, with only Jeanne and Grayfia accompanying me as my bodyguards while the other Satans had their own.

I didn't exactly recognize anyone that stood beside the Satans. They were all part of the 72 pillars form what I can recognize, but that was it.

"You seem to be doing rather well, despite engaging in a death battle with one of the Great Seraphs without your remnants present. I heard that you defeated the fiend alone― a celebration for it is only appropriate."

Beelzebub, the second strongest devil in the Underworld next to the previous Lucifer― or rather, me. A devil whose powers are considered to be the most eldritch and cruel― focusing on the power of manipulation and corruption.

The devil had long brown hair and eyes, and his armor consisted mostly of claws. His son, Shalba, who stood beside him looked very much alike.

"A spectacular achievement, as expected from the Father of all Devils."

That was Leviathan, who also has a daughter named Katarea Leviathan. Again, they looked very similar to each other.

"There is no time to give praises at a time like this. Multiple Angel generals have already deployed in the Underworld― Lucifer's situation might've been taken care of but ours still haven't."

And the last Satan, Asmodeus. The only odd one out of the group who had pale white skin with crow black hair. His son looked more like a vampire crow mix than a pure-blooded devil.

... Wait a minute.

That reminds me.

I have a fucking son, don't I?

Shit. Shit. Shit... I now just realized that I had a motherfucking son who wasn't even fighting in the Great War.

Speaking of Rizevim... I wasn't even sure where he was, the last time he left Lucifaad he told Lucifer to 'Fuck off and let me enjoy my life as a devil'.

Yeah, I'm going to have to haunt him down for the good of my reputation.

Luckily, they weren't question where my offspring was. They were more curious about why Jeanne d'Arc was present in the meeting, although they already knew what happened to the poor girl. And mentioning it will only anger her― as she despises her old self more than anything.

"I appreciate the praises my fellow Lords, but Asmodeus is right. We should get into discussing war plans right away. I have a fair share of things I wish to discuss with you today as well, so let us skip the introduction and get into the purpose of this gathering."

Nailed it again. Man, I was getting good at this.

"The situation in the eastern Underworld isn't looking any better compared to last month. My remaining soldiers are holding off well, but they've brought the Angel of Death to play just last week."

"The Angel of Death? Which of the Seraphs are in charge of the battalion they've sent?" I asked Beelzebub.

"The disgusting wretch, Raziel is leading the charge. Azrael is acting as second-in-command after my forces fought them out the no man's land."

"And the current number of their army?"

"Tch. You can round it up to seven digits."

Shit. That's one hell of a situation for us, then.

The current number of Lucifaad's army was only around 800,000. And you can't expect the other Satans to have any more than that, considering Lucifaad remained the least attacked land in the last ten years.

That explains why Raphael only brought four digits worth of soldiers using that tunnel of theirs. They were trying to set up rest of their forces outside of Lucifaad, while the east was heavily pinned down by the main army.

"And your situation, Leviathan, Asmodeus?"

Asmodeus went first, who controlled the southern Underworld. "We're not under any dire situation as of now. Other than a few attacks that my messengers have already told you, nothing is happening."

Then it was Leviathan's turn, who controlled the western Underworld. "Pressure is one of our main problems as well. No Seraphs are controlling the army outside of my land, but we're being constantly harassed."

Most likely to make sure she doesn't send any forces to Beelzebub. The angels were experts in war simply because they had the one major upper hand― God. God was the mastermind behind every single attack in the Underworld, there was no way one of the Seraphs could've conducted such a plan.

But none of it was because God was intelligent and decisive. A fucking five year old could tell that it was our own fault that it turned out like this― these foolish Satans who call themselves the grand conquerors.

What a bunch of fucking imbeciles, not realizing that our separation of land is causing these issues. Must you be so greedy that you want your own kingdom before the war even end? How pathetic can you be as a leader― none of you were worthy to be called a King.

"Is it a same assumption to say that only Raziel and Azrael is currently present in the Underworld?"

"That's correct." Beelzebub approved.

"I'll be sending one of my available battalions to aid you, then. She will be the one to lead the charge."

I pointed my thumb at Jeanne, who was standing right behind me along with Grayfia.

"Isn't she one of your Remnants? Are you sure you want to send her?" Asmodeus commented, "The head of the Lucifuge is much more suited to lead charges, is he not?"

That wasn't entirely wrong, the head of the Lucifuge clan― Rofocale Lucifuge was an excellent war general who won multiple wars for Lucifaad. I was originally going to send him to aid the battles, but I just couldn't waste the opportunity.

"If Beelzebub is displeased with my decision, he will say it."

I eyed the brown-haired Satan as he carefully examined my servant.

Jeanne shot a glare of her own, not being afraid to eye down a Satan who wasn't the Lucifer.

"Hmph. I like her," Beelzebub commented, "but how can I know that she is strong enough to fight a Seraph? Let alone the Angel of Death,"

"If you would like, your son can test his strength against my proud Remnant."

He smiled at my offer. The tension in the room was heating as Beelzebub approved of my offer.

"An unexpected development, but I will welcome it."

That boy won't stand a chance against someone like Jeanne.

'Profile: Shalba Beelzebub.'

[―Character: Shalba Beelzebub
―Race: Pure-Blood Devil
―Alignment: Neutral Evil
―Affiliation: Underworld
―Job: Prince of Beelzebub

[―Stats
―Strength: B-
―Endurance:
A
―Agility:
C
―Mana:
A
―Luck:
D

[―Noble Phantasm
―Name: Light of Annihilation
―Type: Anti-Unit
―Rank: C+

A young noble devil taught by his own father, the Beelzebub. Shalba was still a child compared to Jeanne, who lived a far longer life in both combat and distress. This battle won't even be that interesting other than the utter defeat at the end.

"We'll settle the rest of the meeting after the spar. Follow me, fellow Lords of the Underworld."


This was sort of unnecessary, but what else could I do? If Beelzebub wasn't unimpressed with my choices of sending Jeanne into his battle field, then he's about to change his mind.

Sorry, kid, you aren't the target here, but you're going to have to play the victim.

"Don't kill him. But play around with him however you like, remove an organ or two." I smiled at my bodyguard.

"He is the direct descendant of Lord Beelzebub, are you certain?" Grayfia asked, "It might not be the wisest decision, Your Highness."

"Beelzebub isn't the type of Devil to scold soldiers for beating his son during spars. If anyone's going to go through harsh punishments, it will be his son who will be losing against a woman."

That's right. Beelzebub wasn't the type of man to defend his own son. He was the ruthless type, where he would make his son stand up and fight to the last breath and die a glorious death.

"And refrain from summoning the dragons, we don't need to cause any unnecessary scenes around here."

"Dragons are not needed, my King. My lance and my rapier will be enough." Jeanne said confidently.

In the middle of the private arena where only my Remnants and the other Satans were present, the battle started soon as Jeanne walked onto the stage― exchanging no friendly bows.

The Beelzebub blood had almost angelic powers that was demonic. [Light of Judgement], the ultimate angel slaughtering ability.

Jeanne dodged every single judgement that was casted upon her. There seems to have been no effort whatsoever when it came to the movement― she didn't have rank A agility for no reason.

"Too slow, Prince Beelzebub. If that's all you can do, I'm afraid you will be going down much faster than I expected." Jeanne grinned menacingly, getting closer and closer to her target.

"Be quiet you pawn, how dare you speak so rudely to the royalty!"

But that wasn't all that the devil child could do, he was also quite efficient with other common devil magic. In fact, they were quite strong― strong enough to destroy multiple fields.

"My King." Euclid commented, "Is this truly necessary? The prince is the future of the eastern Underworld, and will most likely take over Lord Beelzebub's position in the near future. Making enemies with our own people doesn't... well, it doesn't seem like the best option."

"We'll deal with it when the time comes."

It's not like I haven't thought about that, Euclid. It's nothing new that spoiled brats tend to hold grudges for almost an eternity.

The spar wasn't anything interesting. The Remnants remained calm knowing Jeanne's strength, and the Beelzebub was rather in shock that his son was being beaten to a pulp.

It was getting gruesome real quick. Shalba did his absolute best to resist every attack that came at him, but both the speed and physical strength of Jeanne was far too excessive for him to do anything.

The final strike consisted of Jeanne stabbed Shalba with the other end of her flag, and crushing one of his fingers with her heels.

"Take him." I ordered the guards.

Beelzebub remained quiet but didn't seem disappointed. He merely clicked his tongue and sighed, placing his fingers on his forehead.

"She is strong, I underestimated her. I'll gladly take her support."

"The other Remnants will remain here to protect Lucifaad. I expect you to equip and feed my soldiers thoroughly before sending them to battle and I will assure you, she will shine in warfare."

Beelzebub smirked and chuckled under his breath.

"As expected from the finest King. Worry not, my kingdom is well supplied."

That's good news. It wasn't my plan to get rid of Jeanne as quick as I can― but I couldn't find someone else better for the job than her. And especially if I wanted to end the war as quickly as possible and rebuild the Underworld under peace, then this was a necessary evil act.

The other three Devil Kings were useless and only existed to cause problems. Because of their greed, the Underworld was going to lose against their archenemies― which also went to Lucifer since he never even thought about merging the kingdoms together.

But the devils weren't going to last if this kept up. And if that's the case and that's what fate decided before my arrival here, then I will change it.

I will eliminate the Satans.


Gates of Lucifaad Kingdom

A Day Later

The range of teleportation determined the amount of mana that was needed in order to complete the spell. Unfortunately for most devil soldiers who were taught to wield weapons instead of spells, they weren't suited to teleport more than thirty kilometers in length.

Because of this, moving in massive groups via horses and animals was the only way to assure a safe travel. The common range between the four Kingdoms of the Underworld was roughly 7,500 kilometers in length.

Even the King had to stay with the soldiers at times like these. Because the size of the Underworld was so massive, even powerful devils would eventually burn out majority of their mana from just a single trip via magic.

Horses and other supplies were ready for Jeanne and her battalion. The other groups belonging to the forces of the Beelzebub were beginning to make their leave, while the other Satans remained for another day to rest.

"Jeanne."

Gilles de Rais' crooked voice delighted Jeanne as she hopped off her armored horse, approaching him with a smile on her face.

"Most of my time has been focused into researching the newest potion, but I thought this could help you during your journey." Gilles offered.

He reached his hand out and summoned a potion that seemed odd and strange to Jeanne. The color of it was mixed with purple and gold, looking nothing like the usual potions that the army normally provides.

"What does it do?"

"It's a potion made to directly counter the Angel of Death and his abilities. It should grant you death resistance and a high ability increase, I suggest you use it only in the direst of situation."

Jeanne's eyes glittered as she received the gift, taking a closer look at it before accepting it.

"Thanks, Gilles. I'll make good use to it."

"Because you were leaving so early after the news went around, I had to rush the production but― it should work as it's intended. If it only does half of what it's suppose to do, try using it with any other mana potion."

Jeanne nodded and smiled. "Will do. I'll be seeing you again soon, Gilles."

Then an unexpected happened as Jeanne hugged Gilles for the first time, giving him the tightest hug he has ever received― reminding him of his mother back when he was a human.

A warm, motherly hug. Something that Gilles didn't miss― but welcomed.

After a short while, they broke the hug as Jeanne proceeded to leave the scene on her horse, along with the massive battalion that she took with her to the journey.

A journey that could be labeled as engaging the war zone. Walking straight into death's door with a smile, Jeanne was confident that she could defeat the Seraph and the Angel of Death, for the sake of her one and only King.

Nothing mattered to her more than the loyalty towards her King.

"No soldier's journey is complete without a mix of betrayal and bloody drama."

End of Chapter 02 - Establish the Wicked


Felt like I rushed this chapter a bit for the sake of the plot, but it was more than just intended. I didn't really want to waste any time creating the world before getting into the real plot, so I decided to just get it over with as fast as possible. Anyways, if you enjoyed and want more, let me know.