Olrox was now alone with one of, if not the most powerful demon in all of Hell. She was certainly the most powerful woman in all of Hell. Not only that, but this was his ancestor. His blood relative. His demon mother.

That was one of the reasons he wasn't moving. The other reason... was because he was enchanted. He had never seen anyone this beautiful besides his vampire mother. Like when he first met Shizuka, he was frozen in place, staring at the beauty before him.

Lucifer chuckled. "Well don't just stand there. Come. Take a seat."

This broke Olrox out of the trance. He followed her order. When he sat down, he straightened his posture. Still, no matter how he tried, he just couldn't look the woman in the eyes.

This also earned a chuckle from the Demon Lord. "Are you that surprised? I know I'm beautiful and all, but you're acting like you will turn into a statue if you look me in the eyes."

"That might not be to far from the truth."

Though Olrox mumbled that, Lucifer heard him perfectly. "So that's how my descendant, my son, sees me? Hmph, how flattering."

Olrox finally gathered the courage to look his mother in the face. She had a sassy smile that seemed to tease Olrox. He blushed at first at the sight, before he asked the question on his mind out of instinct. "Are you really Lucifer?"

She kept her smile while raising an eyebrow. "Hasn't that already been established?"

Olrox felt the heat rise in his face out of embarrassment. He looked away from the beauty before he spoke. "I apologize. It's just that I expected Lucifer himself to be... well, a man."

Lucifer laughed at that. It was a kind laugh. One filled with happiness and the love of a mother. Olrox couldn't help but think she looked beautiful like that as well. Such a pure laugh, yet it still held so much strength and power. Lucifer wiped away a tear before she spoke again. "Don't worry. I get that a lot."

Lucifer turned her chair toward the window, looking toward the landscape of Hell. "There's actually a good reason for this." Olrox was now fully alert. "As you probably know, there is a Demon Lord of Wrath, Satan." She looked toward her son, a look of sadness in her eyes. "He's my brother. . . . As well as the being I was once a part of."

Olrox was shocked. He didn't know what she meant by that. He could understand that the two were siblings, since they were always thought as one being; but what did she mean by "being a part of"?

"Before the rebellion in heaven, countless millennia ago, Satan and I were one being. We were neither the Lord of Wrath, Satan; nor the Lord of Pride, Lucifer. We were known as Samael. Samael was the greatest of God's angels. The First Light. He was strong, handsome, wise, and extremely loyal to God. His loyalty was shattered when God created man. Samael saw the evil they were capable of, and refused to bow down before them. He begged God to obliterate them, especially after the serpent succeeded in tempting Adam and Eve. When God refused, Samael decided He was inadequate, and decided to start the infamous rebellion."

"Ten thousand. That's how many angels Samael brought over to join his cause. So many had the same mindset as him. 'Humans were evil. They were the one and only mistake God has ever made.' With this in mind, Samael and his army waged a war in heaven. So many souls were destroyed." Lucifer had a look of sadness in her eyes, remembering the war in heaven. "God was heart-broken, seeing his children slaughtering each other. He decided to end it, using one of his weakest creations."

Olrox knew who she meant. "The Archangel, Michael."

"That's my boy. You know your history. Yes. He used Michael to end the war. He gave him a sword imbued with His holy power to end the war."

The mention of a sword caught Olrox's attention. He had a pretty good idea what that sword was. "Mother. The sword. Was it-?"

"The Deum Fidem. The sword that is now in the possession of Angelica Umbra." Olrox was surprised she knew the current status of the holy sword. It must have shown on his face, since Lucifer released a cute giggle. "Don't be so surprised. Ever since I had learned about you, I've been watching your every move. Of course I'd know about that sword through you. Though, I have to say, I'm much more interested in your accomplishments. You've done my name proud countless times, and for that, I thank you my child." Lucifer gave Olrox a loving, motherly smile that made the vampire blush.

"The sword greatly turned the tides of the war. Micheal was able to use the blade to decommission many of Samael's allies, all without destroying their souls. The final duel between Michael and Samael was the most devastating of all the battles in that war. The weakest versus the strongest. Their many clashes even damaged the Earth. Quakes, tidal waves, storms, even movement of the very ground. Did you know that the Four Plains were once separate?" She took the confused look on Olrox's face as her answer. "They were formed from great masses of land the humans called 'continents'. However, before that, they were one. The humans called that land a 'supercontinent', and named it Pangaea. It was the clash between Michael and Samael that divided it in the first place."

"Ultimately, Micheal was victorious. With a mighty slash, he cut Samael right down the middle. However, it didn't kill Samael. In fact, it split his soul in two. One half represented his pride and his love for God, while the other represented his wrath and his hatred for humanity. That was how me and my brother came to be. That was the birth of Satan and Lucifer."

"With a heavy heart, God banished me, Satan, and all of Samael's followers into the depths of Hell, and stripped us of our angelica status. This is where we evolved into demons. Fueled by Samael's hatred, Satan waged his own war against humanity, constantly turning them away from God. One of his most well known successes was when he made nearly all of humanity turn from God, and forced our Father to flood the world to cleanse it from the wickedness of man. Though, God technically had the last laugh with the survival of Noah and his family. That man was living proof that humans could be redeemed."

Olrox finally saw the opportunity to speak. "You don't seem to hold the same resentment towards humans as Satan does."

Lucifer laughed and waved her hand. "Oh, not in the least. In fact, humans were pretty entertaining to me." She then blushed and looked down. "One of them was even..." Lucifer chuckled before she spoke again. "To think I'd actually fall in love with one, and willingly give birth to his child." Olrox had no response, but he was surprised. "However, given my status, I couldn't raise the child. Instead, I left her with the father. To think that was a full millennia before even your mother was born. None of my descendants even came close to awakening their demon blood. Then you were born."

"Of course, it wasn't immediate. There was still quite a bit to be done for your powers to emerge. In fact, they're still sealed away. Though, I did sense a bit of it leaking out of you when we first met."

That caught Olrox's attention. "We met once?"

"Indeed. . . . Olrox, could you remove your shirt?" The request caught Olrox off guard. His reaction caused Lucifer to giggle. "Don't worry. It isn't for anything inappropriate."

Slightly blushing, Olrox stood and willed his shirt to return into his body as blood. He could feel Lucifer's eyes on his body. She looked... satisfied by what she saw. Then, her eyes landed on his scar. Her eyes seemed to sadden. She rose from her chair, walked toward her descendant, and gently traced a finger across his scar. She released a weak chuckle before she spoke. "It's strange how nostalgic it is. To think it has been over ten thousand years... since I gave you this scar."

Olrox's eyes shot open in surprise. He didn't back away, but he looked down at his ancestral mother. "It was you? You gave me this scar?"

"Yes. I was the one... who killed you for the very first time in your life."

Olrox was shocked. She killed him? "How did you do it? Why did you do it? In fact, how did I even survive? If I'm right, I was a human ten thousand years ago. No normal human could possible survive a strike at the heart."

"No, they can't, especially when that heart was ripped out of their body." Olrox couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way he should be alive. "Though, technically it was your soul I ripped out of you. That doesn't change the fact that I tried to kill you. I guess I could always lean on the excuse that I didn't know you, and that I was ordered to kill you by my contract holder."

"Contract holder? You had a contract holder?"

"Believe me, it wasn't by choice. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, there was a great war in the Demon World. The Demon Lords were all fighting over control over the throne of the Great Demon Lord. Belphegor, Asmodeus, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub, and of course, I myself participated in the war. It devastated the Demon World. In the end, Beelzebub, Satan, and I were the last combatants standing. Of the three, I was the first to fall. I am strong, but even I can't fight both Beelzebub and Satan at once. The two decided to get rid of me first, and fight one another later."

"I wasn't conscious for the final battle. In fact, I was asleep for quite some time. I found out that Beelzebub had sealed a great deal of my power. So much so, that I was reduced to a mere fraction of my true form. I literally looked like a doll."

"A doll?"

"Look for yourself. I had a replica made, since it was actually quite cute."

Olrox looked toward the direction Lucifer pointed towards. There was a small rocking chair, holding a beautiful porcelain doll. It looked exactly like a child version of Lucifer. It was even wearing and elegant frilly dress with a rose at the center that made it look like an antique. It looked like a work of art. Olrox couldn't take his eyes off of it. It was just so... "Cute."

"As I said. I was in that form for quite some time, sleeping. I was only awoken when a child woke me up. He was with his father and a member of that detestable Solomon Company. Out of pure instinct, I murdered the two men, and possessed the boy. Since my powers were sealed, the boy didn't suffer. Unfortunately, we were sealed in a room surrounded by seals for a long time, until a man by the name of Saotome released us. He taught the boy how to harness my power. During the training, I had grown a sort of fondness for the boy. So much so, that I risked my own life to protect his."

Olrox was growing more and more interested in this boy. He must be something for his mother to risk her life for. "Where is this boy now?"

"Training. He leaves for weeks on end to become stronger so that he can one day challenge Oga Tatsumi to another fight." That name again. Why? Why does that name cause such a stir in Olrox's heart? "It's highly unlikely you'll see him."

Olrox knew she meant her contractor. "So, how did I survive?"

"You were kept alive by Mammon. Oga and Beelzebub were somehow able to convince that greedy bastard to keep you alive, while the rest of Beelzebub's retainers searched for your soul."

Well, that answered many of the questions he wanted to know. Olrox couldn't help but trace over his scar. To think it had such a history. He created a new shirt before he spoke again. "Mother, is there anything else you can tell me about my past?"

Lucifer sighed. "Unfortunately, no. I know next to nothing about your feats as a human. There's only one place in all of Hell that would have that kind of information."

Olrox didn't want to say it, but he knew exactly where she meant. "Beelzebia."

"Correct. Beelzebia is the only city in all of Hell that has a detailed record of your past. I can only tell you of our past, and it wasn't exactly a pretty one."

Olrox sighed at the information he was given. "I was actually hoping to avoid that city at all costs."

"Care to explain why?"

Olrox was silent for a bit, not looking his mother in the eye. He sighed before he spoke again. "I fought Beelzebub once... and won."

"I know."

Olrox looked at his mother in surprise.

"I told you. I have been watching you. Ever since you became a demon, I have been able to watch your every movement. That hasn't changed, even after that parasite made you into one of her kind."

"Parasite? . . . Do you mean Shizuka?" Lucifer sucked her teeth, and looked away from Olrox with an annoyed expression. Olrox just blankly stared at the beautiful Demon Lord. "You... really don't like her, do you?"

"Of course I don't! She took what was mine!" Olrox jumped a bit when she glared at him. "You are my descendant! My son! And yet that leech made you into a creature like her! She corrupted you! You were supposed to awaken your true demon blood! You were supposed to have grown powerful enough to fully awaken my blood flowing through your veins, and she ruined that by making you a vampire! You've been relying on your vampiric powers so much, that your old demon powers have gone dormant again! And it's all that woman's fault! Worst of all, she has the audacity to make you call her 'mother'! You're mine! It's no small feat to say that you wouldn't even exist if it were not for me! I am your mother, not that blood-sucking wench! Just thinking about her makes me want to tear the first vampire I see limb FROM LIMB!"

Olrox didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but she was releasing a huge wave of demonic energy. It exploded from her body, and destroyed much of the floor they were on. The windows were completely shattered, the doors were off their hinges, the ceiling was cracked, and Olrox... was shaking in fear. Lucifer was the very definition of powerful. Olrox had never felt fear like this. Not from his fight with Death, his dual with Abaddon, or even his battle with the Pillar Division. The only other person who made him feel even remotely this scared was Adelram. The most terrifying thing was that Lucifer was most likely subconsciously releasing her power. She wasn't being serious at all! Olrox made a mental note to never, EVER anger his demon mother.

Lucifer took a deep breath to calm herself, and looked back at Olrox with a neutral gaze. "Still, at least the bitch made herself useful." Olrox's fear was replaced with confusion. "She made it easier for you to awaken your demon powers."

This caught Olrox's attention. He slammed his hands on her desk out of pure excitement. "How?! Please, tell me!"

Lucifer smiled at her son's enthusiasm. She beckoned him to follow her. The two rode the elevator to the roof of the building. Olrox couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of the wind blowing against his skin. It felt so refreshing. The view was also beautiful. Being on top of the tallest building in the city provided a breath-taking view of the city and the forest that surrounded it. To think that Hell could hold such a beautiful view.

"This area should be perfect." Olrox looked toward Lucifer, wondering what she meant. She then pushed back a bit of her hair, showing the vampire her delicate neck. "Drink." Olrox was shocked to hear her say that. "This is the best way to awaken your powers. My blood will synchronize with yours, and awaken the dormant power that has been sleeping within you for so long. This is how Shizuka made herself useful. By making you into a vampire, you can easily drink my blood with your fangs, and truly become my son. Besides, with the power of the vampires and my own power flowing through you, you could become one of the most powerful beings in existence. Your power could rival, or even surpass the powers of the Seven Deadly Sins. Now, drink."

Olrox stared at his mother's neck. It was so enticing. Her aroma alone made him crave her blood. He gently grabbed Lucifer's shoulders, and licked her neck, causing the powerful demon to moan and shutter. Then, he gently pierced her neck with his fangs, and started to drink; with Lucifer gently wrapping her arms around his neck.

So delicious. So sweet. So strong. So addicting. It was like Shizuka's blood. Olrox was falling more and more in live with the taste of this blood. The blood of the most powerful female demon in all of Hell. The blood of the most beautiful Demon Lord. The blood of his ancestor. The blood... of his mother. He never wanted to stop. He never wanted to let go. He just wanted to stay like this, holding onto his mother with her arms wrapped around him, her sweet blood running down his throat. Still, he needed to stop. He was... satisfied.

He released his mother, and licked off any stray blood from her neck. He looked right into her silver eyes. Before he could speak, he was overcome by an intense, burning sensation. It felt like his entire body was on fire. No, it was more like his entire being was engulfed in flames. His blood felt like it was boiling. He bones felt like they were melting away. His mind felt like a furnace. The pain was so intense. So much so, that he fell to his knees gripping his sides while howling in pain. Then, he released a mighty roar. What followed... was an explosion of light and a wave of immeasurable power.


The Gorgon Zora was petrified. It couldn't move at all, and Oga and Hilda could actually feel the dragon shaking.

Hilda could understand why the beast was afraid. "That power. If felt just like Lucifer's."

"But it was different. It feels like someone else. You think Lucifer has a kid?"

"No record of one has ever been made. Still, it is as you said. The wave of power we felt before was definitely Lucifer's, but this energy belongs to someone else."

Oga thought for a bit. Then, an idea popped into his head. One he wasn't exactly fond of. "You don't think it belongs to..."

Hilda was silent. She honestly didn't have an answer. "There's only one way to find out. The power isn't as potent as it was before. The Gorgon Zora should be able to fly."

"You heard the lady, Zora. FLY!" The dragon complied with the wish of it's master.


Aoi was sitting outside, watching as Takami played in the field, wondering what her husband was doing. Then, both mother and child sensed the immense power. They both looked toward Luciferia. Aoi couldn't believe who it belonged to, but her guess was proven true when her son asked the faithful question. "Mommy, how strong was Uncle Furuichi when he left? Was he as strong as he is now?"

Now she knew. That was Furuichi's power. Still, she couldn't believe it. What happened to him during the last eight hundred years? How has he become so powerful? Is he... even the same man she knew before? Is he still the same man her husband called his best friend? The same man she loved like a brother? Is he still the same man... who she named as Takami's godfather?


Beelzebub was shaking on his throne. So much power. Was that really Furuichi? Why did he feel so much like... Lucifer?


"Dad sure is strong, right Lephea?"

The young girl only nodded in response. She was staring in the direction of Luciferia, where she could sense her father's power. She couldn't help but think that she would see him for the first time. She didn't show it, but she was very excited. She was told so many stories about how great of a man he was. After sensing his immense power for first time, she was convinced that they were all true. She wanted to meet him so badly.

Dasalus looked up at his mother, who was staring at the same direction with shocked eyes. "So when is he coming back, Mom? Is he gonna stay in Luciferia for long?"

Lamia didn't look back at her son. She was far too shocked at the discover of her husband's power... and how much it resembled Lucifer's. "No. I don't believe he will. I'm sure we will see him soon."

"Hm. . . . Hey, mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

The boy looked up at his mother, his green eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Is Lucifer my grandma?"

Lamia froze at the question. Only one thought was in her head. "Is she?"


Three figures were walking toward Beelzebia. When they sensed the energy, they stopped in their tracks.

"Isn't that?"

"No way."

The third and tallest figure let out a boisterous laugh. "Welcome back, Furuichi! Bought damn time you came back home! Now we can have that rematch!"

"You're still going on about that?"

"It's been over ten thousand years since you two last fought."

"Your point?"

The two groaned at their comrades simplistic way of thinking.

"I can't wait to see him again! He always found a reason to postpone our rematch! Well, not this time!" The tall and muscular man let out a small chuckle. "I always knew that rumor about him being dead was a bunch of bullshit. He's too strong for that."

That caught the attention of his comrades. They still couldn't believe it. Eight hundred. That's how long they thought their tactician was dead. Now they find out that he's alive, and even stronger than before. No. That was an understatement. He's beyond being just strong. The two looked at each other, and had the same thought. "What the hell happened to him?"


Olrox was exhausted. He could feel his power welling inside of him. It was more than even he could imagine.

"So, how does it feel to be reborn a fifth time?"

Olrox looked up to a beautiful sight. His mother... had wings. Beautiful, shining, snow white wings that glowed an ethereal light. Lucifer herself was glowing. She was so bright. So dazzling. Olrox couldn't look away from her... at least until something else caught his eye.

A feather. It was as white as Lucifer's wings. Looking to his right, he saw a wing. Looking at his left, he saw another one. When he finally stood tall, he realized it quickly. Those wings... were his. On his back, were two powerful wings. They were shining the same radiance as Lucifer's wings. He also felt another power. His hair was moving, as if they were sentient. Even though he wasn't concentrating, the gravel around him began to float. Energy was pooling out if him. It had the aura of both light and darkness. It worked. He had become a true demon of Luciferia. He had fully become Lucifer's son.

"It suites you." He looked his mother in the eye. She was smiling with such pride. She then started to casually walk toward him, her hands behind her back. "You now have full access to your demon powers. I'm sure you have already realized this, but we are special, even among demons. Though we have power over darkness, you and I also have power over light. My name does mean 'shining one', or 'light-bearer'. Having power of light is extremely convenient, and is possibly the best weapons against other demons."

Lucifer then began to twirl a lock of her hair. "Our hair is also quite the weapon. We can use them as whips, grapple our enemies with it, and even harden it to take the shape of anything you can think of. It's pretty much the ultimate weapon."

"Finally, we have this little gem." She then pointed the palm of her hand towards Olrox. He felt and extremely powerful pull of force, and his collar was gripped by the Demon Lord in less than a second. "Gravity manipulation. This is actually what enables us to weaponize our hair in the first place. It can be used in a variety of different ways, and is pretty powerful."

Powerful doesn't even begin to cover it. Olrox has fought gravity manipulators before, but none of them were nearly as powerful as her. She made those gravity users look like fakers using strings to make a pebble float. This was true gravity manipulation. The true strength of darkness.

"Oh, I almost forgot." She pointed to her wings. "These beauties are not just for flying and making us look pretty. Try to attack me."

"Huh?"

"Come on."

Olrox just stared at his demon mother. What was she thinking? Olrox knew that he's nowhere near as powerful as she is in his current state. She could easily dodge all of his attacks. He could tell by just looking at her. Still, he complied.

His speed would shock most anybody. He was able to keep up with Adelram, and even beat the imp king in a race. Most people wouldn't have sensed him slash them to ribbons. That's how fast he is. However, Lucifer isn't like most people. Using his immeasurable speed, Olrox tried to land a punch on his mother. However, he instead ended up punching... her wing. She was using it like a shield. Olrox tried attacking her multiple times, but she blocked every hit. He even summoned his swords and started slashing at her. It felt like he was attack the walls of Castle Umbra instead of the wing of a demon. Eventually, Olrox gave up. He was panting and sweating from all the slashing he was doing.

Lucifer smiled. "Our wings are our ultimate defense. They can't be damaged. Holy magic, demon magic, technology, or martial arts. None of that can damage these wings. They can't be destroyed. However, they can be removed. With enough brute force, someone could rip off our wings. Only a handful of beings are that strong, and most of them are here in Hell. Like most skills, you can't overly rely on your wings."

Olrox was listening to his mother intently, glancing at his own wings. Testing them out, he flapped them around and had them disappear and reappear. He even tried flapping them enough to try and levitate. He already had a good feel for them.

Lucifer was happily watching her son grow accustomed to his new wings. "Now then... I should probably give you one more gift." Olrox looked at his mother, and realized something. In her hands were two cell phones. He realized that one of them was his. He checked his pocket to find out that it was indeed his. "I'm going to put my number in your phone. You need to keep in contact with your mother somehow." When she was done, she threw Olrox's phone back at him, which he easily caught. "Be sure to visit me every once in a while. There's always a place for you here in Luciferia. Oh, and be sure to bring those friends of yours. I'd love to meet the man who built this little beauty." Lucifer was waving Olrox's gun around. He looked at his holsters to see that one of them was empty. Just how fast is she?

She threw the gun back at Olrox, and in a split second, kissed his cheek. The action caused Olrox to blush. "Good luck out there, my child." With that, she was gone.

Olrox looked around to see he was completely alone on the roof. He sensed that his mother was back in her office. With that in mind, he bowed, knowing his mother could still see him. Then with a few flaps of his wings, he flew off toward the direction he sensed Beelzebia would be. Beelzebia was the city of gluttony, so all he had to do was follow the scent of food.


Lucifer was sitting on her chair, smiling while doing some paperwork. Her smile disappeared when she sensed him. She broke her pen in half when she sensed him right behind her. "If you so much as scratch him, I'll give you a war that will make the Great War of Hell look like a damned picnic."

She was responded by a sadistic chuckle. "Oh, I would hope so. After all, I really do want to kill you. You're the reason he exists in the first place. So in a way, you're the reason my kingdom is in it's current weakened state."

Lucifer chuckled at that. "All the more reason for me to be proud of him."

"And all the more reason for me to kill him. When I do, I will bring his pretty little head to you, and then kill you... my beloved sister."

Lucifer was now fuming with rage. She turned around, ready to slaughter the bastard that threatened her son. "SATAN!"

Lucifer released a wave of energy from her hand towards the window. Any remnants of glass was destroyed by her attack. Though there was nothing there, she could still sense his energy. Satan was definitely there.

She wanted to go after him. She wanted to hunt down that three-eyed abomination and skin him alive. However, her duties as the leader of Luciferia prevented that. Besides, she trusted her son. She has watched him overcome a variety of challenges. She saw him slaughter armies, stand tall after glorious battles, and even watched him humiliate beings as powerful as Death. Olrox will survive.

Also, it's not a very difficult task to convince her people to go to war against Satanchia. They all hated that city as much as she hated her brother. All it took was one good push. If anything happens, she will have Satan's hide.


Olrox was leisurely flying toward Beelzebia. He loved the feeling of flight. It's been a long time since he rode on Avion's back. He forgot the sense of freedom that came with flying. It would take him a day or two, but he was in no hurry. He may call Victor soon, but he would just enjoy the flight for now.

"So how does it feel?" Olrox eyes shot open in surprise when he heard a voice... directly behind him. "Flying with your mother's power?"

Olrox didn't know who was behind him, but the voice alone sent warning signals throughout his body. As he turned around, he crossed his arms over his chest. It was a wise decision.

He was greeted by an attack. He didn't see if it was a punch or a kick. All he felt was bone crushing force. Literally. The attack crushed every bone in his arms, and sent him crashing towards the ground. The impact caused a mighty explosion, as well as the ground collapsing. A crater was formed from the impact. It traveled far beyond the visible eye.


Oga and Hilda were greeted by the sight of the crater. It was traveling straight towards them, and only stopped as it reached them. The two were astonished by the sight of the destruction, but the shock quickly turned to horror when they sensed who caused it.

"No. Not him. Anyone, but him."

Hilda was shocked. He had only met him at his full power only once. The memory of that unholy beast sent cold shivers of absolute fear running down her spine. Oga and her Master were able to defeat him with the aid of two factors, the energy of his allies... and the fact that he was only able to use a mere quarter of his power on Earth. In Hell, he could release his full power.

Seeing him at one hundred percent was absolutely terrifying. It took the full power the previous Great Demon Lord to defeat him, but that fight left him crippled. That was when her Master took the mantle of Great Demon Lord.

The only reason that beast hasn't returned for revenge was because of Furuichi. Ever since the tactician took Satanchia's greatest fortress, and created the greatest defenses and offensive traps Hell has ever seen, Satan has never once tried to attack Beelzebia. He had no way of doing so.

Furuichi made Beelzebia impregnable, even for a demon at Satan's level.

But Furuichi isn't in Beelzebia. He's out here in the open, where Satan can get his hands on him. Then, a horrid realization came to Hilda. "He found him." Oga looked at Hilda, wondering what she meant. "Satan found Furuichi."

Oga's eyes shot open in horror. That was the absolute worst case scenario. "ZORA! FLY AS FAST AS YOU FUCKING CAN! HURRY UP, DAMN YOU!"

The dragon flew faster than it has ever done before. The two warriors knew they needed to get that even faster than they possibly could. They needed to save Furuichi.


Olrox was badly wounded. He was stuck at the bottom of the crater, so deep that he couldn't even see the light of the Demon World's sun. That hit would have killed even a vampire. The only reason he survived was thanks to both his vampiric and demonic healing powers working together. The bones in his arms had already recovered. He stared at amazement at the quality of his new healing powers. He's never healed that quickly from an injury that fatal, and he's suffered some pretty brutal hits in his time.

"Impressive."

Olrox quickly turned toward the owner of the voice. It was a man of humble size, combed back hair as dark as a raven's feather, eyes as dark as the shadows, an eerie smile, and a strange mark on his forehead. Though he was visually unimpressive, Olrox sensed an unimaginable amount of power from him. . . . He was a Demon Lord, but which one?

"To take a hit from me and stand up like it was nothing. Not many people can accomplish such a feat. The only ones who have were Abaddon, Lilith, Beelzebub, and your beautiful mother."

Olrox glared at the man when he mentioned Lucifer. "Who the hell are you? Why have you threatened my mother?"

The man chuckled at the question. "How cruel of you, child. You were able to recognize you mother instantly, yet you have spent more time with me. You have had more 'family bonding' with me than you have with your mother. How can you not recognize... your beloved uncle?"

Olrox's eyes shot open. There was only one person in all of Hell he could call himself Olrox's uncle. "Satan?!"

Before Olrox knew it, the man appeared before him. Olrox didn't sense him at all. What made him even more terrifying, was when the strange mark on his forehead... opened up to reveal an eye. The man smiled, showing rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Correct. Still the brilliant bastard that humiliated me, I see."

The next sensation Olrox felt was unimaginable pain. Satan had punched him in his abdomen. The force of the attack sent Olrox flying out of the crater. He was flying at such high speeds, that he shredded past everything in his path. The only thing that stopped him was a mountain. The force of the collision caused most of the mountain to break and collapse, causing a devastating landslide.

Olrox was groaning from the attack. He had never suffered a punch that powerful, not even from Adelram. Then, he coughed. What he saw next stunned him. In the palm of his hand was... blood. His blood. No single warrior has ever been able to wound him this severely. Not the knights of the Three Plains' army, not any one of the Five Warriors, not Death, not even Brauner. This is the first time he has ever really bled.

"Are you really that surprised?" Olrox looked up to see Satan walking toward him, a smug smirk on his face. "Well, you might as well get used to it. I am going to make you suffer unimaginable pain, and leave you in a pool of your own blood, my beloved nephew."

Olrox was starting to get angry. He had already recovered from the attack. He rose from the ground, and summoned both of his swords. Satan looked pleased. With his swords in hand, and his resolve strong, Olrox charged toward the Demon Lord of Wrath. Satan, dodged every one of his slashes, all with a smile. It was like he was toying with Olrox.

Olrox couldn't understand. He was calculating everything. The length of his blades, the distance between him and Satan, the movement of the Devil, and yet he couldn't land a single hit. Eventually, he jumped away, and tried a different tactic.

Putting away his swords, he drew his guns, and fired away. Satan at first dodged the energy bullets, until he just stopped. The next bullets, he stopped... with just his bare hands. Olrox was shocked to see him do that.

Seeing that his guns were useless against the Lord of Wrath, Olrox put them back into their holsters, and was preparing to summon his swords. Satan was unfortunately faster. Before Olrox realized it, the Devil had punched him right in the face, crushing his skull. The punch set Olrox flying out of the mountain. In the direction he was sent flying, Olrox was getting closer to Beelzebia, farther from Luciferia, and of course, farther from Oga and Hilda.

He skipped across the ground, but quickly regained his footing. His face was quickly healed, thanks to his powers. He tried sensing for Satan. With instinct alone, he summoned one of his wings, and blocked a stomp from Satan that would have smashed Olrox's head into the ground. The clash created a gale force that blew away trees, fauna, animals, and boulders. Olrox was able to flip Satan off of his wing. The Devil landed gracefully, and gave Olrox a feral smile.

Olrox didn't give him a chance to attack. With his wing out, and some help from his new gravity powers, Olrox propelled himself toward his "uncle". Using his gravity powers to strengthen his fist, Olrox punched Satan right in his face. He felt his fist braking Satan's skull. He sent Satan flying. He followed the airborne demon, and watched as he skipped across the field like a pebble across a lake. He smashed through trees, boulders, and even through different hell beasts. Still, Olrox noticed that though it all, Satan... was smiling.

Satan finally recovered, and skidded to a halt. His face was towards the ground. Olrox landed, retracted his wings, and was prepared for a fight. Then, he heard something disturbing. Satan... was laughing.

"Nice." Satan looked up. There wasn't a scratch on him. "Very nice." He stood up, an aura of superiority and power surrounding him. "You have become so strong over these past eight hundred years. And to think that my sister gave you these new powers just moments ago. Oh, I look forward... TO BREAKING YOU!" His eyes were bloodshot. He released so much demonic energy, that it completely blackened the sky, and killed every living thing around that wasn't Olrox.


Everyone could either see or sense the energy Satan was releasing. Lucifer was begging herself to keep calm and trust her son. Shizuka was glaring at the direction of the energy she felt, worry for her son completely flooding her very being. Oga and Hilda felt their stomachs churn as they forced the Gorgon Zora to head towards the darkness. Beelzebub was shaking in his throne. Takami was huddling in his mother's arms out of fear. Lamia was trying to comfort her crying children. The Pillar Division was forced awake from the sheer pressure. One of the warriors was drinking from a carton that said yogurty. Another was estimating the value of the gems they found on their latest mission. The third one was doing basic exercises to prepare for his rematch with Furuichi. When they sensed Satan's power, they all froze, unable to do anything in the pressure of that unholy nightmare. Lord En was trying to comfort his parents, but he was just as scared as they were. Leviathan was hugging the Devil Dragon as a form of comfort. All of Hell was in chaos because of the immense power of Satan.


Olrox himself was feeling nervous. He couldn't estimate his chances of winning. It was a total mystery. He couldn't even gauge the full power of his opponent. He felt so... outclassed. Still, he saw no way of escaping in this darkness. He summoned his swords, and prepared for the next round. Satan was smiling like a lunatic.

Olrox ran towards the beast, and swung both swords with all of his might. His blades connected with Satan's outstretched palm, but that was when something horrifying happened. Satan... destroyed Olrox's swords.

Those swords were his pride. They were made from his own energy. They represented his strength on an even greater scale than Victor's guns. Those swords have been able to handle everything. The blades of enemy soldiers. The weapons and skills of the Five Warriors. The scythe of Death. Not even Adelram's Diabolo Anathema and Angelica's Deum Fidem could shatter his swords. Yet, there they were. Broken. Smashed to pieces... and by the hand of the Devil himself.

"Oh, did I shatter your pride?"

Before Olrox could react, he was punched by Satan. The Devil smashed the vampiric demon into the ground, creating another crater and completely dispelling his own darkness in the process.

Satan stood over Olrox, watching him bleed. That punch was the most damaging of them all. It was actually infused with his demonic energy. It was somehow able to stunt Olrox's healing powers. The vampire was now lying on the ground, nose broken and gushing blood, with his eyes completely glazed over. Even in this state, Satan knew... that he wasn't unconscious. But he was... beaten.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. You made me use three-quarters of my full power." Olrox's hand twitched at that piece of information. So strong, and he wasn't even completely serious. "And to think, you haven't even completely mastered all of your demon powers. You were mostly relying on your vampiric powers." Olrox twitched at that as well. He hadn't realized it, but Satan was right. He was barely using his knew demon powers. He wasn't using the power Lucifer gave him. When he realized that, he felt so... ashamed.

Satan then reached out toward Olrox, and lightly grasped Olrox's neck. "It could be so easy for me to kill you, right here and right now." Olrox felt Satan's fingers slowly tighten around his throat. Then, he felt nothing.

Satan had removed his hand.

"But I won't." Olrox was so confused. "That would be to damned easy. You haven't suffered nearly as much as I want you to. Besides, I want to see you at your fullest. Oh, the thought of killing you at your highest peak of power sends shivers down my spine. To kill the bastard who ruined my kingdom, and who constantly thwarted by chances to gain the throne that so rightfully belongs to me. Not only that, but to kill him when he is at his strongest, showing the world that you are beneath me in ever sense of the word. The only thing that makes your death even sweeter is the fact that you're the son of my worthless sister. Oh yes, you will live, you will master the power Lucifer gave you, you will die at my hands, and your death will symbolize not only my superiority over you; but over Lucifer." With that, and a final sadistic chuckle, Satan disappeared in a cloud of darkness.

Olrox was left alone in the dark crater, beaten and bloody. In this state, with no one around him, he did something that he has no memory of ever doing before.

He cried.

He felt the tears flowing down his face. No matter what he did, no matter what he used, matter how he tried, he couldn't beat Satan. The battle was completely one-sided. To Satan, it was a game. To Olrox, it was life or death. As the tears rolled down his face, there was only one thought left I his mind.

Olrox Erebus... has lost.

A/N: And in a pretty brutal fashion, too. In the manga (SPOILER!), Oga was able to beat Fuji and Satan with the help of the entire Ishiyama gang and the Pillar Division. (END OF SPOILER) Olrox was alone. Plus, Satan has full access to his powers in Hell. No limits, no reason to hold back, and no restraints on his full power. Olrox may have gotten new powers from Lucifer, but he had just gotten them. He has no idea how to properly use them. Though Olrox is an expert in combat, a brilliant tactician, and has plenty of experience; Satan still outclasses the current Olrox. Vampires are technically weaker than demons, and Satan is arguably the strongest demon of them all. Since Olrox depended mostly on his vampire powers, using his wing for defense and his gravity powers to strengthen the blows of his attacks, Satan had the upper hand in the fight. The current Olrox didn't stand a chance. If he didn't want to learn how to use his new powers before, he now absolutely has to is he wants to stand a chance against the Devil. Let's see how the new vampire demon reacts to his defeat in the next chapter, shall we?