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Chapter 1 – Unleashing the Beast
The Gremory family, the most welcoming and caring family any devil could hope to serve, anyone who was anything could join them and become something great. At least that is what the entire underworld and supernatural world thought. But the Gremory family they were thinking of was the one lead by Zayden Gremory, the 2nd head of the Clan and father of the current one, an ultimate class devil, and a war hero. He and his father shaped the Gremory Clan into what it was known for but it all changed when Zeoticus Gremory became head and Venelana Bael married into the family. This caused a major change in the attitude of the family and their values, and the birth and ascension of Sirzechs Gremory, now Lucifer, further cemented it. But due to their persona with other people being somewhat warm, nobody else seemed to question their change in behavior anymore.
But for one individual, this family was nothing more than scum. This individual was Valerian Lucifuge-Gremory, son of Sirzechs and his wife and queen, Grayfia Gremory. The reason for this was simple. During his birth, there were a lot of complications plus the stress Grayfia was under due to the Old Satan Faction attacks, permanently damaged his biology. Magic didn't nourish him that much and hence he was born with reserves that barely reached low-class and his body was very frail.
This caused a huge scandal in the underworld. The son of the strongest devil king was no special than a human? It was both unacceptable and hilarious. Rumors flew around that Grayfia had been unfaithful to Sirzechs, leading to tension building up in their relationship. This caused them to neglect their own son throughout the ordeal. The fights, arguments and borderline magic use finally stopped when Ajuka Beelzebub himself conducted a blood test on the child and proved he was indeed a Gremory, but he had inherited a majority of his features from his mother. The only feature of his father was the dazzling blue eyes that sparkled even in the darkest of nights. That accompanied with his silver hair and chiseled, aristocratic face made him very handsome, but alas, the only thing people considered was his power.
It did not help that a few weeks later Rias Gremory was born to Venelana and Zeoticus. She was born with very high amounts of demonic power for a devil and was said to have potential that could surpass Sirzechs. She also possessed the highly wanted and fabled Bael's Power of Destruction, something Valerian himself wasn't born with. This caused the family's attention to shift completely towards the red-haired heiress, and caused the poor boy to be left in the dark. His mother and father had also completely disregarded his existence by giving him to the servants, who looked at him with disgust and provided him with the bare minimum, so that they could all have a hand in raising Rias.
This caused the boy to grow up to be lonely, sad and malnourished. He was extremely small for a kid his age and anyone could see the outline of his bones through his clothes. But unfortunately, it wasn't enough to achieve consideration from his family.
However, he did not let this dishearten him. He always knew that his family was busy and the servants were too, thus he needed to take care of himself. Hence, he did everything with determination and poured a 1000% of his everything into any activity he did, just so he could receive a praise form someone. But slowly his hope began to fade as he saw that he would never be appreciated, but 'princess Rias' would be praised for even tripping while she stood completely still. If he asked any of his family members to do something with him, they would claim they are far too busy to indulge in something which would end up wasting their time, but they had loads of it when the heiress wanted to do anything, even his own mother, who would follow and complete her tasks even if the world was ending. This caused the seed of despair to be sown in his young heart and mind.
Others never knew of his treatment at home, except for his godmother, Serafall Leviathan, formerly Sitri. But even she did not do anything to help or acknowledge him. Despite his mistreatment, he vowed that one-day people will recognize him and his parents will say the word, 'we are proud of you.' But all of the hope faded when he was 6 years old. He realized the truth about his 'family'.
Flashback- Valerian is 6 years old
The cheerful aura of the Gremory domain was shining brightly and everyone in the estate could hear the happy laughs and giggles that could be heard from the living room of the main mansion of the family, where the clan head and his family resides. The servants were smiling at the scene and were happily working on the tasks they had been appointed for the day by the head maid.
In the living room, 5 adults and 3 children were gathered and were enjoying their time. well, more like all of them except one was enjoying their time. This one person was a rather small 6-year-old boy wearing clothes that would usually be considered 'shabby' or 'poor' by the noble families. This was Valerian Lucifuge-Gremory. He had been 'ordered' by his 'father' to sit here, and to not make a single sound or disturb them by his 'grandmother'.
The other individuals present were Zeoticus, Venelana, Sirzechs, Grayfia, Serafall, Rias and the Sitri heiress, Sona. They were talking about how the Sitri heiress had taken an interest in chess and had already unlocked her magic, while the other heiress spoke about a new anime she had started watching. It was clear that the Sitri heiress was not enjoying a conversation about something called 'Digimon' which the red-haired girl had been watching. The adults however were watching silently and discussing about how the two seemed to have gotten close and would be good friends and allies when they take over their respective clans, something that brought a smile to all of their faces.
On the other hand, the bespectacled girl was trying desperately to find a topic she could change to; something she would enjoy. Then her eyes landed on the other child present in the room and she smiled a little before waddling towards him.
She let a small smile form on her face before saying, "Hey my name is Sona, do you wanna play with us?"
The boy who she questioned was perplexed at first. He was always ignored and shooed away, being invited was a new experience for him. He looked at the girl and could not detect any lies or ulterior motive. Therefore, he relaxed a bit and smiled. He was about to join her and get off the table he was seated on in the corner of the room, but before he could the other girl spoke again.
"Sona why are you calling him here!? I don't wanna play with him, he is weak and nobody likes or cares about him! Come and play with me, and if you bring him, I won't be friends anymore with you!" she shouted from the other side of the room, successfully garnering the attention of the adults as well as servants in the room.
The violet eyed girl was in a dilemma now. She wanted to befriend him but she had heard about the boy and his conditions as well. She knew full well that even if she did befriend him, she would not gain anything from it. If she befriended Rias on the other hand, she would secure a powerful ally and a strong friend, just like her older sister and the current Lucifer. So, she made a choice.
As the silver haired boy was about to clasp the hand of his first 'friend', he was shocked when he saw that the girl swatted his hand away and looked at him with disgust, with cold eyes and a scowl on her face.
"Did you really think I'll be friends with you, weakling? You are not worth it!" she exclaimed and then turned around quickly, a deeply sad and apologetic look marred her face. She could not face him now. Nobody deserved to hear that, especially someone who was in a situation like him. But all of this would help her in the future and thus she walked away.
The adults chuckled or snickered, with either amusement or as a way to mock the boy. Even the boy's mother chuckled, but she still held a small sad smile on her face.
What the others did not notice however, was the shocked look on the kid's face. His body trembled and tears leaked out of his eyes. He had never been respected by anyone before, but he had never been outright publicly humiliated as well. The seeds of despair had finally blossomed completely and clenched his heart and consciousness with their spiked branches, hurting him more every second. But what had finally made him snap was the laughter that echoed in his mind, especially the snickers of his so called 'father' and the chuckle that escaped the lips of his 'mother'.
That day he came to a realization. He would never amount to anything and everything will always be taken away from him to be given to someone like the tomato-haired bitch. Was he just supposed to lie down and take it? No, he would never do that. He would fight back and take what is rightfully his. No, that would not be enough! He will knock everyone down and then humiliate them just like he was today!
When he looked up, if anyone had been looking at him, they would see an expression that would haunt them for the rest of their lives. An expression that should never decorate a child's face! A face, as cold as ice stared at everyone in the room. It was near emotionless but one could see one emotion through it all. Barely concealed hatred and disdain.
He hated them. He hated all of them.
He made another vow in that moment, a vow he would hold above everything else. He would make them regret ever crossing him and he would make sure that they become the laughing stock of the entire underworld.
Without making even a single sound, he slipped out of his room and began planning his revenge. Something that would rock the entire underworld and not in a good way.
Flashback Over
From that day forth, Valerian Lucifuge-Gremory drastically changed. He was never seen by the members of the clan or the guests that visited. The servants would also rarely see the child and only because they were the ones who gave him his food in his room since 'he wasn't worth enough to sit with the glorious Gremory clan' according to his 'loving grandfather', something which his parents never retorted on.
The boy began spending time in the clan library, a place no one ever visited. The adults had read through most of them and the heiress did not care about reading at all. Thus, giving him a multitude of things to explore and gather information on. Unknown to everyone but him, Valerian was a genius, surpassing his father and mother. Although he was born with a minimal amount of demonic power and without the power of destruction, he inherited his mother's power over ice magic and the Gremory's superior control of demonic powers.
He was once a happy but lonely 8-year-old boy who just wanted his family's love, but now he started to feel all these dark emotions and began losing all his happy ones, until his heart was cold, just like his ice magic.
He absorbed each and every word stated in the books like a moth to a flame. Teleportation magic, elemental magic, illusion magic, barrier magic, were just some of the things he learnt about in his time there. But, his lack of demonic power prevented him from progressing by practicing it.
A year later, when he was 7 years old, he had a question in his mind. Why were the Gremory respected and included in the 72 pillars? What was the ability that made them unique? Bael had their PoD and Sitri had their superior water magic (second only to the Leviathan Clan) and healing services, but what about the Gremory? His questions were answered that day.
When he was navigating through the library, to learn about something new, his keen observation skills picked up a small distortion in space at the wall on the other side of the shelves. He had a vast amount of knowledge about illusion magic and hence he could easily figure out that it was an illusion and by the looks of it, it had been untouched as he had never seen anyone else talk about a secret space in the library. So, he took his chances and walked through the wall.
The discovery he made on the other side of the wall changed the fate of the world drastically.
There was an entire myriad of books arranged on multiple shelves, some of which radiated an aura of power. The first book he picked up answered the questions that plagued his mind for a few days now. 'The Complete History of the Gremory Clan,' it read.
The book spoke about the previous 2 heads of the clan, his great grandfather and his father before him, their achievements and the true ability of clan: Rituals and comprehension of magic. He also found a letter addressed by his great grandfather to the one who found this library. It read:
To the future Gremory who finds this,
My name is Zayden Gremory, the second head of our clan. If you have found this letter it means you have stumbled upon our clan's secret as well as the ability that made us special in the eyes of the first Devil Kings: our knowledge on ritualistic practices. I had sealed these books on our practices away with a very strong illusion and barrier. I know my son well enough and he has changed ever since my grandson was born. He has become more power hungry and I am not sure he will uphold our ideals later on. Thus, I have used a ritual to hide this library's contents away. I don't want them falling in the hands of someone unworthy and hence, the illusion will only be seen through by an individual who is a true Gremory at heart (work of a ritual that utilized special runes). I have left all of my work and artefacts I discovered in my lifetime and I hope they aid you in your endeavours.
This proved his assessment correct. Zeoticus may have forgotten the true strength of the Gremory, but he won't and he will rise through the underworld using this power.
From that day, he continued browsing through the massive library of the archaic procedure and art. The plethora of knowledge he absorbed alone would have made him the most valuable asset to the devils but he wanted more. He would not stop here! He needed more! He found many rituals to boost his physical strength and take care of his malnutrition but he would still need to exercise well to make his body attuned for what comes next.
A few days later, he stumbled upon a book with a black leather cover and multiple warning signs hovering on the cover. This was the only book he had not gone through and so, ignoring the caution signs he picked it up and began reading through it. It was here that he found the perfect ritual for himself. The ritual was titled 'Eternal Ice Heart'. It used the eternal ice found in Cocytus and nine powerful devil hearts to empower the caster. This ritual empowered the person with a godlike affinity for ice, enhanced magical powers and inhuman control over their magic. The notes said that the caster would be able to freeze magic itself. The only downside of this ritual is the immense physical pain of having your heart ripped out of your chest painfully while your body broke down and built back up.
He had stars in his eyes and was about to bolt out and start preparing for the ritual when a dull glow in the corner caught his eye. He moved over to the other sides of the shelves and found a box the size of a table giving off a faint grey glow. He raised an eyebrow at the mysterious package and throwing caution to the wind, he proceeded to open it up. The moment he did his eyes widened to dangerous proportions.
The artifacts that had been placed inside were radiating power that far surpassed the likes of the Devil Kings. It was easily comparable to the power of the heavenly dragon emperors! These artifacts were priceless!
The package contained a huge chunk of ice that had a royal blue tint to it and glowed as bright as the light given off by the seraphs. The freezing aura around it made him realize just what it was. It was a chunk of ice directly gathered from Cocytus. This means that this box contained the necessary items that would be used in the Eternal Ice Heart ritual. There were nine glass boxes also present that contained one heart each, most likely in a stasis spell. These must be the hearts of the people that need to sacrificed for the ritual. Each box also had a name associated with them and it did not take him long to recognize their identities. After all these hearts belonged to people who served the Gremory Clan and were easily ultimate-class in terms of power. There was also the heart of Zaire and Zayden Gremory, the first and second leaders of the clan. All in all, these hearts belonged to some seriously strong people and if the ritual worked, he would join them as another individual who managed to secure ultimate-class in terms of demonic power.
But the last object baffled him. It was an orb that appeared to be the darkest shade of black someone could find. But the most questionable thing about it was the fact that it radiated both, a strong, chaotic demonic aura along with the holiest aura any devil could ever feel. This should not be possible! The only way both could exist simultaneously is if…... oh. That's it! It seems like the leaders of the factions have kept this a classified secret. Now it makes sense.
It was then he saw another letter addressed by Zayden Gremory which explained the origins of the orb and how he came to possess it.
Apparently, the Orb was called the Orb of Avarice, a creation of the first human sorcerer who went by the name of Merlin. It was created using the blood of the 4 original Satans, which he received in exchange for his services by reducing the holy essence of the original Excalibur, a holy sword which was wielded by an archangel during war before it was given to the Pendragon family, so that it won't be as damaging to ultimate class devils and above, even if wielded by a seraph. This was the request made by the Devil Kings, to aid them during the times of war. It also contained blood of the Biblical God that had been stored by the Vatican as an ancient relic bestowed upon them, and he stole most of it. He tried to fuse the two together to create the Orb, a personal weapon of his. But it did not work, since due to the existence of their creator, the Biblical God, two polar opposite elements did not mix.
Thus, he waited for God to be in a weakened state during war so that it would be successful. But then the event happened, and he was able to create the Orb. It gave his magic a significant boost to the point it was near infinite. The only way the spells he cast could be undone was if he died, fell into a coma or if they were attacked by stronger magic. The effect it had on individuals was not the same for everyone as it did not work as well against the descendants of the original 4 Satans or the strongest 4 seraphs (Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel) since they are closely related to the ones whose blood, he used to create the Orb. But it would still deal a good amount of damage to them.
Zayden Gremory had obtained it from Merlin's grave as he never had any descendants and the Orb was buried with him. He would have tried out the Eternal Ice Heart ritual but before he could, the Civil War happened in which he perished. He had enchanted the hearts of 9 individuals to return here and be placed in a container under a stasis spell so that someone could use it if they ever found out about it. The Orb could also be used in the ritual, but another heart would be required to stabilize it and complete the procedure. This was just what he needed.
But he still had to boost up his entire physical structure, because if he were to try the ritual now, he would undoubtedly perish. He would not be able to handle the pain of having his heart ripped out and would die before the ritual was complete. So, he made a decision to conduct the ritual a year later when he was 8, and used this year to focus entirely on building his physical strength and prepare his body for the ritual. Only time will tell if he will succeed or die trying.
Time skip – A year later
In the year that has passed, the situation at 'home' has gotten a lot worse for the young ice mage. It is almost like his existence has been completely forgotten. The servants that fed him only provided him with food or any other supplies if he asked, that to with a sneer or an expression of immense disgust on their faces. His parents had been neglecting him far more now. Whenever he asked for something the only replies he would hear were, 'I am busy with work now' or 'I have something I need to do with Rias, we will talk later'. It began infuriating him to the point he no longer expressed a desire to have anything to do at all with the members of his so called 'family'. At first, he had seen a sad expression filled with regret on his 'mother's' face but it slowly faded away from his memory. This only served to fuel his drive a lot more.
This served as a good thing as he now had ample amount of time to exercise without anyone giving a damn about whatever he did. His diet had to be altered significantly since if he continued eating only what the servants provided him with then he would have passed away after the first week of exercising. So, he had to learn how to hunt in the jungle or cook food, if he could find the kitchen empty, which was a rare occurrence. But he was provided with good results. He hit a growth spurt and could now qualify for an 8-year-old child with a little bit of muscle on his body. It was only a matter of time now before he conducted the ritual. He also searched for the body of an ultimate-class devil in the cemetery of the underworld and found one. It was the body of a servant from the Bael clan that had died during an attack from the Old Satan Faction. It was still in good condition as Devil bodies took a lot of time to disintegrate. Now he had the final piece necessary for his ascension.
He decided to conduct the ritual in a cave on the outskirts of the Gremory territory on the day the other idiots went to the Sitri Domain to celebrate the birthday of the heiress. Carefully, he began drawing the 10 magic circles described in the ritual with special ink, made from the blood of the Shinto Deity, Kuraokami, the god of rain and snow who takes the shape of huge serpentine dragon. Zayden Gremory obtained his blood when they fought somewhere near modern-day Kyoto when he was travelling to a contracted human and was thought to be trespassing. The battle nearly killed him but he managed to retreat.
He drew a huge circle with intricate structures, surrounded by 9 smaller circles, done in the same magnificent blue ink. He then brought out the 10 hearts he had gathered and placed each one in the center of one circle each. He put the heart of Zayden in the biggest one as a way to honor him and thank him for giving him a chance to prove his worth. He then brought out the Orb and placed it beside Zayden's heart. He then stood directly above them with the slab of ice from Cocytus and closed his eyes. 'It all comes down to this' he thought and mentally encouraged himself and stripped down to his boxers.
He then placed the ice beside the 2 objects in the circle and lay down directly beside them. Mentally steeling his nerves, he made a huge slash just above his heart, using a silver ritual dagger and waited for the blood to pour down to the center of the circle. The moment it did, the circle began to glow, along with the objects and his body. Slowly, the other circles glowed as well and began circling around him, the hearts glowing as well, slowly fading to form magic. The temperature started to plummet and he saw the objects beginning to merge together. His body began to ache as the magic released from the 9 hearts began entering his body. He growled in agony but still decided to bear the pain for a few more moments. Out the corner of the eye he saw that the 3 objects beside him had merged together to form a heart which had glossy dark blue color coating, and I mean really dark. It radiated an aura of power that would make most of the people save for the devil kings, shit their pants. This was the hard part. He strived through the pain and grabbed the heart, before placing it directly over the slash he made and began pushing it through his body. Every cell of his body howled in agony with him screaming in pain, blood pouring out of his mouth and eyes, but he still managed to pull through.
'STOP THE PAIN! MOTHER! FATHER!' Valerian's last coherent thoughts called out to his mother and father, hoping they can stop the pain. No matter how he acts, Valerian is only an 8-year-old boy calling out to his parents.
The procedure continued for a few more minutes as he felt the object merging with his heart causing unbearable pain, before the glow finally faded and all that was left was a boy with blood running down his body. His eyes as lifeless as a corpse, his body cold to touch. The ritual had been a success. But the boy was left too weak to get up. He sighed sadly and closed his eyes, thinking that maybe his mother and father will find his corpse, before his consciousness faded away.
He woke up hours later. Fatigue gone from his body but the scar from the slash still remained. The blood had dried up and he could feel the power surging through his body. His power levels were off the charts! He could feel his demonic power which now exceeded even a heavenly dragon emperor's power. He cleaned himself up and notice the few changes that had occurred. His hair was now brighter than before and his eyes had become a frostier blue along with something new in his iris (Gojo's Six Eyes). His body had become more muscular and he could also see better. But the greatest was his magic. At first, where he had no more magic than a human, he could now easily blow out the Devil Kings and many god-class beings if demonic powers were being compared. He could match Ddraig and Albion in their prime now.
Overall, he was happy with the changes, and decided to go home, silently hoping that his family would now notice him.
But, once again he was left completely and utterly devastated. The moment he arrived home he saw his mother leaning against the door of the hallway smiling at the scene, something she had never done for him. For him she used the neutral expression, or a frown that showed her disappointment. He could count the number of times she had smiled at him out of happiness and glee and still have most of his fingers left. So, he decided check what had her smiling so brightly.
The scene he saw left his heart shattered. On the couch, his 'grandparents' were smiling and laughing brightly while in the center of the room his 'father' was playing wrestling with his dear 'Ria-tan' while laughing boisterously. The scene was perfect and would be any artist's paradise.
A scene he was not a part of it, never had been and never will be. At that moment, any thoughts of love and affection for his family were completely eradicated. Not a single ounce of care was left in his stone-cold heart. The tree of despair that had made its home in the boy's heart, once again clenched his heart. It was at that moment he realized another thing. Even if he died, no one would mourn him. Nobody would care. No one would save him. He had been through hell for this but he still wasn't enough. The world rejected him.
Good. If the world rejected him then he would reject the world. He does not care anymore about anything. He would rise above all and look down upon them like they once did, like trash.
"Hmm?" sensing something Grayfia turned around and only saw an empty hallway, cold and lonely that gave off a feeling of desolation and depression. Unknowing to her, she had just lost her son.
Author's Notes
And done!
Hey guys it is Lucifer2911 here and as promised here is the 1st chapter of the Forgotten Son of Destruction, a story I adopted from GreedyCrow.
I have made a few changes in the story and I think they are for the better but tell me your thoughts. Also, Grayfia has dropped the Lucifuge name. I will explain how significant it is in the next few chapters. Now I had a few questions I need answers to from you guys.
1) Should this be a harem story or not, and if yes then who should be included? (NO Yaoi)
2) Do you guys want an all-female peerage or no, and names of peerage members as well? I will choose the ones I have seen in an anime or know at least know a little about.
3) Should he become the head of the Bael, Lucifer or Lucifuge Clan?
I don't know whether he will forgive the Gremory Clan or not, but I am more than happy to hear your thoughts on the matter.
I'll explain the power scaling once, in terms of Demonic Power-
Low-Class- Issei and other weaklings.
Mid-Class- Yubelluna and people.
High-Class- Level 1- Rias and Ravel Phenex and people.
Level 2- Zephyrdor and Diodora and people.
Level 3- Guys like Riser and Sairaorg.
Ultimate Class- Level 1- Kuroka and Vali's gang.
Level 2- Vali, Cao Cao, and all O.S.F leaders
Level 3- Yasaka, Grayfia, Baraquiel, Gabriel, Tannin
Satan/Dragon King Class- Level 1- Diehauser, Tiamat, Serafall, Falbium
Level 2- Sirzechs, Ajuka, Azazel, Michael, Rizevim
Level 3- Evil Dragons
Deity/Heavenly Dragon Class- Level 1- Minor Gods, Crom Crauch, Valerian
Level 2- Heavenly Dragon Emperors, Major Gods, Biblical God
Level 3- Shiva
Unidentified Class- Ophis, Great Red, Trihexa
See you guys in the next chapter!