Gorgalad

He stared at the evil pieces that were now in the box held by his hands. To believe he held that much power in his hands, the power to enslave whoemever he desires to him and be able to order them without any hesitation or even met with resistance. Because one can't truly charm or genuinely drive people to follow us or to wish be near us enough to be our friend.

~How much will I have to suffer by my own subconscious's torture.~ He asked himself out of breath as his right hand's thumb traced through the Bael Clan's emblem. ~My Family…~ He through with depth as he had conflicted feelings about the same institution which for many times broke my heart. It was family the one that drove his father away to spend himself trying to gain the approval of that same father than focus on his family, it was that same family that made him abhor his grandfather for leaving us poor in the streets for so many years. All because the man was a bastard who didn't had any semblance of mercy to even try to spare his grandson from being left poor.

"...so much for family."

He whispered breathlessly with resentment and hatred in his heart, even if this life tried to erase his memories with the ones occupied by this life, he kept his old life in diary blogs. Anything he couldn't recall, he narrated from the POV{s of his elder sister and mother herself to compliment and chain the bitter story of his past life.

"Koneko…" He spoke finally as he gripped the box and hung his head.

"If I ever dare to change you for someone else, if I ever discard your place from my side. If I ever even dare to forget you. Kill me, kill me and run away. Don't look back nor hesitate when doing it. I'll know in death that I deserved such."

He stared back to her golden eyes with his saddest melancholy. He would rather die than turn myself into his father or grandfather, he would rather disappear than to commit the sins and allow the cycle they started. Her cat ears were straight as her eyes took my sight, he must've been a mess. Regardless, Gorgalad had to do so. Taking her hands and cupping them, in between them a single piece was placed.

Queen.

"This is yours. It's not an oath or a vow, it's a promise. Hold it for me, I…I'm not ready to turn you in yet. Soon, but not now. Please, I just ask your patience to wait for me." Big words Gorgalad said, big words in a world that dares not to stop or even take a breath, big words that he might fulfill. "My Lord, I…there could be more-."

"No, there are not. There is only one you." Closing her hands with the piece in between them and firmly patting them as he rubbed them. ~Her skin is always soft and warm.~ He lightly relished in their moment. Gorgalad's lips lightly curved up in a ghost of a smile and his face might've perhaps turned the melancholy into a minimal face of peace, his half-lidded eyes finding comfort and a home in those golden empathetical orbs that stared at him back with curiosity and yet an emotion so unique only to the nekoshou named Koneko. Their teleportation circle took them back to the Bael Gardens where he breathed out and he turned sharply around at the presence being felt nearby.

"You've obtained your evil pieces, then?" An amused womanly voice caught him off guard as he turned to meet his aunt, a woman dressed in a goth loli outfit despite her age, with long white hair with several bangs framing her temples and straightly running down to her hips with a single wavy curvature over the outline of her backside. Her white hair made him feel identified and had a sort of kinship with her, he felt as if not the only one who had silvery hair in between most whom have brown hair and his father's neon-green shade.

On her forehead she wears a birthmark, a white crescent-moon shaped marked turned 90 degrees clockwise.

"Aunt Mizuki." Receiving her with a mild embrace, the woman replied in kind and she dispatched.

"Lady Mizuki." Koneko's poker tone addressed politely as she bowed before the woman who was the wife of the second-in-command of the Astaroth Family after young Diodora Astaroth. The woman known as Silver-Haired Princess of Annihilation wasn't a figure to take lightly nor to address with respect.

"Cousin!" An overeager voice replied and he turned around to be embraced by Riara, who overeagerly dislatched from him and addressed him.

"How was your appointment with King Astaroth? Can I see your evil pieces?"

It left the young Bael heir awkwardly chuckling, being not used to handling overactive relatives left him awkwardly silent and chuckling.

"Honey, what have I told you of your manners as a lady?" Mizuki Bael trailed after her daughter who giggled and blushed lightly, clearing her throat and standing with a straight back once more and a flawless posture.

"It's not necessary Aunt, we're family. I don't mind, truly…" He trailed off and showed his evil pieces.

"Wow, they are so blue and indigo…yet also gold." She took notice of them.

"Suffice to say using alternative components has worked favorably." A sharp baritone-pitched voice clarified, which made the woman turn in direction of the man who stared at the evil pieces with attention.

"His grace Ajuka stated that he took some time to try and adapt the material brought to the end product."

Aden D. Vladimir Bael can be said to be the most powerful and genius of all his uncles and the pride of ancestor zekram's eyes, aside from his father of course. A scarlet-red eyes man with smooth jet-black hair characteristic of his vampiric bloodline. Wearing his usual white blazer over a light-blue long-sleeved button-down shirt with a white tie muffler, pants matching the blazer, and white-black dress shoes. A silver earring on his left ear.

"It was a very careful concoction of gems and metals which you crafted. If I hadn't been made aware of Lady Margaery's findings I might've been clueless about the magical nature of such precious stones."

Mizuki offered a firm nod. "We'll be on constant watch over them if all works well. We might ask the same for Riara, Lucreztia's daughter, and hopefully Delilah's son as well."

"Mizuki-tan." Serafall embraced her cousin-in-law whom taken-by surprise yet regardless embraced the Bael Matriarch back with familiarity, Gelluidur placed his hand on Aden's shoulder and gave a firm nod.

"Please make yourselves at home." Gelluidur took his time to give his warm welcome embrace to Mizuki.

"How have things been in Rumania?"

Aden's face went from passive to mildly crestfallen as he stared at the floor and stared back at his young cousin and Bael Lord as he took a sigh.

"Not well. The Carmilla and Tepes factions have been at each other's throats and all my attempts at conciliating have been useless. Lucreztia's reaching the eight-month fast and we've been seeking an alternative from having her be attended in Rumania."

"Have her deliver here." Mizuki deadpanned the only option.

"The Sitri Memorial General is always open you can give her last follow-up here and schedule a day safer than having everything rushed."

Serafall offered to the Vampire Lord of House Vladimir whom with tension pondered at the prospect.

"Any words from Delilah?" Serafall's concern was met with a frown from both Mizuki and Aden, both shook their heads.

"Nothing aside from her birth pains and constant visits to the hospital. Tyrell has been extremely supportive and has tried to get them both to sail, regardless of their clan rank."

"Still as hardheaded as always." Mizuki massaged her forehead at the mess they had. I'll give her a surprise visit."

Gorgalad's father nodded and once feeling his father's hand on his shoulder he has led away from the family moment and escorted privately by his father. From his emotionally constipated face, as he furrowed his brows and maintained a constant gaze at the horizon as if perhaps directing the gaze away from him as if perhaps marked by shame, he was lead away from the Gardens into the library.


Vol. 1: Echoes; The Galenic Gamble

Ch. 3

The Last Lessons

""You know what day marks for you?" Gelluidur asked his young son as they walked the Gardens towards the former's office, as the boy could only nod dimly, doubtful of what his father would truly tell him. "I know and I'm aware that today I'm a developed devil in the eyes of the Devil Society. That I'm an as worthy adult as all my seniors yet still need to age 16 before I can participate in rating games."

A single nod was all that the Father did as he brought out a tiny box from his pocket, in it was a pair of wedding rings, yet from the inside of them, one could feel the raw power emitted from them.

"These, are the wedding bands of King Lucifer and Durdeleth Leviathan Beelzebub." He widened his eyes as he stared at the wedding bands.

"I…I thought that my great-grandparents didn't marry. That it was a royal affair."

Gelluidur chuckled.

"Do you think your Great-Grandmother would've just allowed Queen Lilith to win the King's heart when she was also in a competition against her for it?"

"No…" He answered his beliefs.

Using a teleportation circle, they were both now at the bottom of a cave where the stairs led further down. Walking down the rudimentary stairs, Gelluidur continued. "Your ascension as a Devil Grown means also that you are fully educated. You know everything about the Devil Society, our government, you know fully our history and your devil powers. You know your bloodlines well and you've trained most basics already. All that it takes is to develop your techniques further to master them."

The path was steep and it went further down such stairs seeming almost limitless and with no edge at all.

"Tell me, my son, what do you know of Lucifaad's tragedy?" He asked and he frowned and nodded.

"The old Capital? From what I've heard the first events of the Devil Civil War happened in it. When the Loyalists wanted to crown Baldurcar as Devil King, there occurred a battle in Lucifaad which caused the earth of the capital to quake. Some rumors said that the surface parted. The capital suffered so much that the entirety of the lands was cursed' the former faces that swore to King Lucifer were banished and eventually when the Anti-Satan faction took a hold of the capital, after taking care of a maddened Vidreid. Most of the capital was a barren wasteland and the land was barren also. Though, how did it manage to be rehabilitated so fast and turned into Lilith?" Young Gorgalad wondered out loud which made Gelluidur chuckle.

"It didn't. Lilith was built above the ruins, the ruins of our former capital." As the wind was heard from the end of the tunnel, the last of the stairs were done and it finally revealed snow, simple falling snow, and a dense forest covered in snow made of many hills and green vegetation all grown under the glare of the unending snow.

"Welcome to Lucifaad my son. The leftover of your Great Grandfather's capital." A frozen wasteland was all that was left of the Great Kingdom of the Underworld, of the age of the Devil Civil War and the Golden Age of their race. Surprisingly it felt cold, but not shivering cold, but fresh. Fresh loneliness, was this how it felt to be forgotten forever? A hollow lonely emptiness.

~Did you ever know that it all would end like this? Your conquest and ambitions reduced to…nothing?~ Gorgalad asked himself as if perhaps wanting to ask that question to his great-grandfather. Many portrayed him as a glorious hero and ruler, yet this was all the result of his kingdom and rule. An abandoned realm and forgotten life, this was the mark of a glorious person who had to be erased. For the sake of the winning side to gain all the credit and be praised as almost-Gods among devils.

"This is your last lesson from me your son; everything else you ask shan't be a lesson. Pointers and advice but not a lesson." His father's voice claimed off as they went further into the dense snowy foliage empty of any life.

"Tell me what you know about Coronation Day."

"The Coronation Day is celebrated in the Devil Calendar on the last month of the year in its third Week as the day when King Lucifer fully conquered the underworld. To each of the 72 children, he handed them wrapped gifts that inside held their potential which would then turn into the powers of each pillar. Since then there used to be a tradition to place wrapped gifts on the foot of devil children's beds to celebrate the memory of that day each year. Or at least that used to be."

Gelluidur nodded. "You're right once again. The Cultural Reform banned the celebration of Coronation Day, and many celebrations that identified our culture were banned forever. For the sake of giving the Anti-Satan Faction's image a new identity under their new government. Let this be the first lesson of this last. A person who loses their sense of self and identity is a walking dead man's son. You can let them spit on you, stomp you, humiliate you and walk all over you. But, don't ever let them take away your sense of self and identity. Because if they ever do, they win. Show it to me, my son, show me your Evil Red Eye." His father's eyes turned from their normal magenta color to crimson red with a dot-like pupil, with four concentric tomoes rotating counter-clockwise as they all rotated in group around the pupil in a clockwise motion before suddenly stopping.

He closed his eyes, trying to feel his magical energy, as he felt it. He slowly felt akin to electricity on his eyes as they turned warmer. Opening them the world was so different around him. His new life's father was surrounded by a blue hue of serenity and intelligence, he tried not to get dizzy as he stared at his father. He could see his organs clearly through him, he turned away.

"It's unpolite to stare away from me."

"I…I see you, Father."

"As I see you, my son."

Gorgalad frowned and faced his father once more, focusing on his eyes only as his eyes focused on his.

"This is the reason why we are superior to any other devils my son. What you see is the Fourth Dimension; the colors you see are the emotional spectrum of my thoughts and intentions towards you and the world around me in general. Do you know the colors of emotions?" He asked to only earn a frown from his son.

"I've been reading Devilish Seduction: A Lucifer Heir's Apotheosis by King Lucifer. Although I still have some effort in practicing the Emotional Intelligence section, my research was more towards Dark Enochian and how it could be used to augment the capacity and power of evil pieces. "

"Interesting. You've read yourself well, almost as good as I. It's a good thing, that you know how to use a book to search for something in particular. I see I've taught you well about the Sekiakugan. Tell me again about its three main abilities."

"Eye of Perception with the main ability to augment the vision to a near-360 degree 4th-dimensional one allowing for more complex interaction with our surroundings and changing entirely the way we see the world. It allows no bridges between brains and allows a full vision of the magical pathway system, the organs of a being the soul, and anything tied to it like sacred gears. Due to the eye's absolute perception in the 4th-dimensional spectrum, It has a superior reading of movements and prediction of where movements will be. And of course, the blind spot on my first-thoracic vertebrae, the only flaw and our greatest secret weakness."

His father nodded all along.

"Good. Pair it with our eye's ability to augment our brain capacity usage and our capacity to interact with another being's brain and mind and move objects with our mind. Makes it the deadliest of all Devil Bloodlines. Being tampering with other's brains and minds being able to hypnotize them, erase their memories, coerce them to give out data, make them live their worst nightmare, read their thoughts, and memories, and of course... know their emotions. This function allows also us to be a bridge between our minds to the real world and manifest whatever we dream into reality. And our last ability and the one most deadly, the Destructive sight, which as you already know. Allows us to use the 4th-dimensional spectrum to our fullest favor by being able to instantly detect weak points of any being or object and analyze such with great detail. This…is our greatest asset and secret."

He turned around and we continued to walk, deactivating his Sekiakugan (Evil Red Eye) to be brought once more to the native and normal 3-d vision. As they went through the foliage, they found the ruins of a castle. Using the bridge-like road which was lightly broken, passing through it with their wings, they ended up at the gate.

"You don't know this but, during the day when Baldurcar otherwise named Rizevim Livan Lucifer was crowned. It was an evening of Crowning Day in Lucifaad and the Four Princely Families were reunited. An act of legitimization made by Queen Lilith to have the approval of many noble families regardless of King Lucifer's decision for his daughter Arilaer to inherit the throne." Lord Bael recited the history as they went through the castle's main courtyard and into the great hall. Once opening the door, Gorgalad gasped as he stared at all the skeletons in the great hall. Small and big, thick and thinly boned, of all types and all ages.

"W-what happened here?"

"A massacre. The Anti-Satan Faction wanted to secure their position and one of their most notable leaders, Zegrath Gremory was a ruthless man with no mercy who bought the services of Fallen Angels and rogue angels. And when the princely families celebrated Conquest day. All they found were holy blades and light spears. Women, children, men, and pregnant women, even infants. Nobody was spared, all of them were killed, and the few who got off managed to survive."

Gorgalad stepped forth and approached the skeleton of a child, a child whose arm was extended as if attempting to crawl away to survival. He knelt and stared at the scene, as his father's hand touched his shoulder. Suddenly all skeletons were once again corpses, corpses, and blood. All that was heard from the castle was a loud inhuman scream of pain and anguish, of trauma and sadness.


Gelluidur P.O.V.

The harshest lessons sometimes come from those you love. That was one of the many lessons he had to harshly learn in life, his son now was truly a devil grown, knowing his origins and now closely touching the most shameful tragedy which marked those from his blood. To many, it might be a very ruthless act of cruelty, yet to him, it was a lesson to his son about reality. Zegrath Gremory had no mercy, not a single ounce of consideration for the Prince Families; he was a clever man who saw the threat the four main families posed to the 72 pillars and simply destroyed them in a swift single strike. Reducing the numbers of their enemies to a more manageable number that was eventually eliminated, leaving only them as the last claimants of titles. The Bael Clan defended them well from any threats their way.

His wife gave him a sad glance, she knew what happened just now. And just like him, her heart was weighted with sadness and pain. Their son had to know, their son had to form his own opinions and criteria, how would his son be considered a full person if he didn't have everything already at his disposal? At least now he had few regrets; his son was educated knowing the entirety of their Faction's history and also being able to fully be in contact with the flaws both sides had. The Anti-Satan Faction and the Old-Satan Faction. His son had to understand that life wasn't made of black and white, but instead, it was all gray. There are no colors, there are only people who act on their choices and every action always follows a reaction that will always leave a mark on history. Either big or small but it leaves a mark. Arriving at their son's room they could already see his only servant in a white kimono stare upon them with her golden eyes immediately, her white cat ears sharp at every sound.

"My Lord." She cried out rushing towards them as he walked through his son's room and gently laid him on the bed. Lady Serafall's empathetic stare on the young female servant as she assessed her Lord's state. "We're sorry for what we're about to ask out of you Koneko-chan." Serafall started crestfallen, an upside-down frown as she spoke, speaking tales of her sadness also.

"Please, take care of him. Please, if he has any nightmares heal him. If he feels pain, empathize with him and heal him, be there in case we cannot be."

The female nekoshou gave a firm nod.

"Gorgalad-sama's well-being and happiness are my utmost priority above all else."

Such an answer left his heart satisfied, his wife embraced the nekoshou girl and peppered her face with kisses. Squealing at her cuteness and devotion to her son, complimenting her for her job well done, and giving the last goodnight to their son, they marched away from the room, leaving them both alone.

"Did it have to be that place?" She turned to him, her eyes watery as she stared at him hurt. "I'm sorry my Love. But it had to be done. He grew up in a world where your cause was perfect and righteous, with no stain or mistake. Now, he was shown the Anti-Satan Faction's worse mistake ever. It was only through that experience that he would finally be able to know the full extent of the events. The complete version of both sides." Gelluidur's face was also a sad frown as he caressed his wife's cheek, she leaned to his touch. Cleaning her tears with his thumbs.

"Will he heal?"

"He will, he's our son." 'I hope.' Gelluidur's hope for his son's wisdom was not misplaced and he'll believe in him, the last he can do for his son is that. Out of respect as a father and as a man. Once they both left the room, Serafall took her time to undress and prepare for bed. In the Master-Bedroom of the Bael Household which had a big closet, a personal bathroom, and even a tiny study with a bookshelf of personal tomes and scrolls that he has kept and copied from his old life, his wife also per his request filled the bookshelf with her favorite books and also on her own very special abilities. On the study, he sat as he gazed at a photo taken of them both on a hill which in the background had the Bael Castle, beautiful purple flowers grew in the grass field. On his hands was a folder which he studied firmly. As he continued to write and make speculations, his son needed a stable marriage with a High-Born Devil Lady of a good house and good standing. He almost chuckled, in his old warrior life he barely paid attention to the topic of love, even when several cousins tried to get involved with him. He was too blind, too stupid, and too foolish to see that he has indirectly brought out the end of the family he was given the responsibility to lead.

All for the sake of a damned rivalry.

He won't allow himself to repeat the same mistakes, he cannot allow himself to.

'There is also Sairaorg, his loyalty is reassured to us. However, the Vapula family must assure its continuation, more so when his age makes such matter dire.' He thought and crossed his arms.

He nodded sharply and piled the rest of the folders in a corner and held a straight frown.

'While I don't like the prospect of depositing too many responsibilities upon my son. He must learn that he's a King and if the King wills it. He builds the marriages of his servants. Even if such are his half-second cousin and elder brother in all but name.' He thought and gave out a sigh.

Scratching his head, he kept the single folder on the table and summoned an ancient book written by his studious ancestors.

The Lineages and Histories of the Great Pillars, With Descriptions of Many High Lords and Noble Ladies and Their Children

By: Supreme Mage Harkon

As per commissioned by Prince Gaergoroth Leviathan as a wedding gift for his beloved daughter Princess Durdeleth.

With the book in hand, he spared a glance at the important part of the "P" section he easily brushed himself with as much as he could. Supreme Mage Harkon was the loyal Court Mage of House Leviathan during King Leviathan's golden days. The man did a big encyclopedia that detailed all the weddings, births, and deaths of each Lord of the Seventy-Two Pillars. The book is at least two million years old, the book is crafted by the time Zekram Bael was a young devil. Hardly any person detailed in the book was alive at all, perhaps only Zekram Bael whose lineage was detailed, and he already knew its history from head to toe. What he mostly wished was to perhaps see with interest any weddings recorded or any union recorded of any of his blood-tied families to the prospect he intends his son to marry to.

With a pencil in hand, he tried to find anything of interest. His thoughts and concerns were, however, cut abruptly when a magical circle projected in the room, he didn't have to turn when he felt her signature already. All he heard were a few steps and then a dull sound that echoed in the bed, followed by a sigh. He turned around to stare at his tired wife, getting off the chair and walking towards the bed, sitting and receiving his wife who had a face that she would fall asleep any second.

'Her job leaves her drained while also dealing with the emotional drain of being the clan's matriarch.' He theorized and with no further ado, started to remove her stuffy formal wear, she helped him by raising her chest enough to a sitting position. "I missed you." She whispered to which he smiled.

"I can only guess how much dear."

He continued to massage her, which she grunted. Even a few cracks could be heard of joint bubbles bursting. Having been a man who fought in countless wars, he knew how to condition the muscles to rest for a short while before once again getting them ready for the next battle. The magenta eyes changed to crimson red, new sights were revealed, and the sight fixed on her muscles. Each time he managed to graze a Magical Point, he shared his magical energy with her to be able to energize her and heal her.

"You always know where to *grunt* *sigh* go." He smiled.

"Do you doubt my eyes?"

"No. They are the part of you I love the most Gellu-chan." She stated winking at him, finding himself soon straddled by her and his arms pinned by her own hands, she had a predatory smirk. Kissing her husband's lips as his fingertips traveled from her hips to her back, goosebumps traveled through her entire spine. What was left of the softness between them both was removed as their tongues burrowed into each other's mouths, kissing each other lustfully. Serafall's hands briskly and with impatience started to remove his pajamas, all while he peppered her face in kisses, licking her earlobe which caused her to groan and chuckle.

"Not there." She giggled.

Pinning her down on the bed, Gelluidur gazed down at his wife of more than a hundred years. The Princess of the Sitri spread her legs apart and Gelluidur leaned down and captured her lips before trailing down and her breasts. Giving attention to the left mound with his mouth and the right with his hand. She gasped and her hands placed with his immense mane of hair, undoing her pigtails just as fast as she undid his ponytail. She moaned loudly as she felt his lips and his tongue on her clit, brushing before his tongue intruded her vaginal cavern. She released a breath and inhaled just as fast when his nose bumped her clit and the tip of his tongue touched her most sensitive spot.

She arched and cried out, but otherwise, her husband remained silent and focused.

Being married a hundred years, and being an active couple ever since their marriage. The Bael Lord never failed to deliver his duty to his beloved water princess, having no harem, unlike other Devil Lords. It meant that his entire attention was fixed on her. He was a methodical man who always loved to see her squirm in his hands, and in turn, she would do the same.

He always started rough.

She cried out loud and came, deftly suctioning all of the nectar she could give, he emerged. With confidence he rose to her level, lining himself to her. She though however kissed his lips, chains of water came from the corners and caught the man's wrists.

"That tongue should be illegal."

"You know I like to play by my rules."

She smirked.

"I have a bad side too."

Pinned forcefully to his back by the yanking water chains on his arms she gripped his cock and tugged on it.

Mercilessly she got it inside her mouth, her tongue caressing the head of his dick. The Bael Lord shivered and grunted. Tugging against the water chains, he couldn't move. As she worked her wonders, her right hand which glowered in a neon green color played with his balls, which caused him to seethe.

When did she learn his tricks?

"Shit, I'm going to-."

She sucked harder her lips up to the base, he gasped and arched his back as she sucked it all from him. Leaving nothing to drop.

"Delicious as always. Now is time to-."

With no chance, the man broke the water chains and gripped her hips, he got inside in one go, causing her to shiver and moan. Serafall's insides twitched, having missed such action for hours. Their skin slapping and with a flush adorning Serafall's face, he went harder and faster, gripping her wrists and using the impulse to penetrate harder, faster and deeper. His hands soon snaked forth and groped her breasts, playing with her nipples, as she continued to moan and grunt, shivering at the pleasure felt. Turning her face to the side, he captured her in a lustful kiss, their tongues dancing.

Gelluidur turned Serafall around and both were face to face, her arms around his neck and her legs tied around his hips, pushing her body as much as he could towards him. Her lips found him and he rammed harder, both falling to the bed, as she drank in her form.

"Where should I cum?" He asked her retreating from their kiss. Her hands found his and their fingers intertwined.

"Inside. Do it inside." With heart-shaped pupils on her beautiful blue eyes, she worded intimately to him in a breathless voice.

Both stayed in an embrace, Serafall embracing her husband tight akin to a boa constrictor, feeling the warmth inside her. The Bael Lord breathed deeply and kissed her neck, a single glance at each other's eyes communicated what words didn't need to. The night was young, and they had all of it to play.


Koneko I

The silence and the stillness were a symbol of peace to her, most of the time. She sought out tranquility and silence as a medium to be able to think clearer, yet now it was as if the silence itself attacked her in the worst of ways. After Lord Bael took her master on an unknown Journey she stayed most of the day waiting in her master's room for him to return, only for him to return in his father's arms and Lady Bael looking emotional and mildly devastated. She believed the worst when she saw him in the bed, believing she lost someone dear to her again, yet this time forever. It was all for nothing because she felt his warmth and his heart still beating as strongly as it did when she first met him. Yet now he shivered, he felt cold yet he was warm. She didn't understand but she embraced him under the covers. And, while she wasn't directly ordered to. She made it her duty to disrobe her master and leave him in only his boxers underneath the bed, choosing to embrace him as he shivered and his breathing turned labored. She actively used her senjutsu to heal him and purred to provide a sense of warmth and relief to his nightmare as she has done since she knew him. Quite a long time ago.

"I'm sorry that, they took you for granted."

Those were the first words he said when he received her after her sister committed that heinous crime and she was almost executed for it for being an accomplice. A mournful sentimental apology for her case, a symbol that he with tied hands as she was at that moment. Lord Bael was a very stern man and hardly allowed for emotions to be expressed nor gave room for misinterpretations, by the moment he apologized he branded her as her master's slave forever until the end of their days. Since then she's been by his side and day to day he proved to be so different from all the devils she saw around her. He was more humble, less prone to envy, and with the biggest heart.

"I don't know how you feel, but I'm here. I'll be here to help…you won't be alone."

It was through that same will he had and empathy towards her that earned her trust in him fully; day-to-day actions and words proved to her that life was worth living, that there was more to life than just losing your family. That…that there can be a second chance to make a new family outside of the one that you are born in. A bond tested through time and many efforts, a bond where both learned from each; more her learning from him and his empathy and always being open to her for everything. Lead her to be this close to her master, to be now; he in only boxers and her in her panties and bra, embracing him. Skin to skin as much as decency could allow a master and slave. It was this closeness that makes her feel, comfortable and warm.

The best place for her to be.

He named her Koneko, which was a substitute for her given name Shironee. And she loved it. Because it came out of his lips so suddenly, spontaneously. A chance to be a new person, Koneko instead of Shironee. It spoke volumes of her maturity and growth. She lightly touched her master's face, given his short age of twelve compared to her fifteen, she was older than him. Her body through his teachings and their training has made her develop into a young woman now, more mature, curvaceous, and with big breasts. Changes she grew self-conscious of, changes that her master and many others have complimented her on.

I think my grandson adores you and can't think of anyone other than you when he closes his eyes. After all, isn't it so convenient he has made you into this remarkable of a woman?

Lord Agares's voice seeped into her thoughts and she felt a pit in her chest and stomach, not a pit of doom but rather a unique pit that felt…strange. It felt akin to hunger yet she wasn't hungry for food either. She had a good dinner. Once more she shook her head and bit her lower lip.

I think my grandson adores you and can't think of anyone other than you when he closes his eyes.

There is only one you

An impulse fed that pit which ran all over her body. She shyly blushed as she thought of those words said to her. It made her feel elated, recognized, and…warm. A secure type of warmth that brings her a sense of ease.

'Peace…' She thought leaning into the crook of her master's neck to take in his scent. She breathed it, his brand scent which had the characteristic of having a hint of acidic sweet blueberry, his favorite. An odor her nostrils found so stimulating. Her lips curled upwards and she nuzzled to him and purred naturally. Affection. Something that perhaps should be a sign of weakness is only a culmination of a cycle started with a single empathetic apology.

As a slave, she felt too elated beyond comprehension at his appreciation and acknowledgment of her.

As a person, she felt loved.

*Mwah*

A kiss, a short gesture of intimacy, and closing the gap between each other. Something he has done subtly with his touch and his words. Something he wished for her to answer, she did so. With a kiss to the crook of his neck, intimate, warm, and only between her and him.

Her and Him.

Her lips curled up as she stayed her ground and continued to relieve her master of the nightmares that plagued him from his peaceful sleep. Tomorrow would be a good day, she hoped.

Gorgalad opened his eyes as the rays of the sun assaulted his vision, his sight was however fixed upon the ceiling, in his mind once more replaying what he saw and what he was forced to see. Once more life finds him fit to to test his enducrance, temperament and logic after watching what he was forced to watch. He was sick, helpless, at death's door, when he had to see the true nature of his family and that he was nothing to them in the end. He was tested once more now to see the death of those that would've been his family, the ruin of his royal household, the usurping of his throne; this time he was helpless, blind and not yet born. Zegrath Gremory ordered to kill everyone, even the children. The poor little children.

.

My eyes felt watery at being haunted by their ghosts pleading for mercy that was not given. All under the pretense of freeing the world from war and giving it a good direction. Was this what it means to have the Gremory Kindness? Obtaining your crown for the sake of killing innocent children!?

*Sob*

~What do I do? What am I to do with this? What am I expected to do now?He asked himself not knowing the answered he sought. Embracing his knees on the bed as he sobbed in silence. "I'm afraid." He confessed feeling so lost. *Sob* He continued to sob as he he embraced his knees close to his chest, by his side Koneko's arms surrounded his neck as she embraced him by his side. ~Should I avenge them? Should I avenge all those corpses that lie in the victory road of the Gremory for the sake of bringing justice to my family?~.Would he rather bet on being the villain to everyone and forsake himself to lose to make Issei Hyoudou win? He leaned his forehead on his bent knees as Koneko leaned her head to his left shoulders.

His thoughts were however relentless in bringing him reality.

The Gremory hold as much political power, and probably with Hyoudou Issei, Sekiryuutei, and one of the strongest Longinus on Rias's side. The Gremory is right now in the nearest state as the King to a Kingdom would be. Untouchable and be able to manipulate everything that happens around them, they hold the power. We hold nothing.

Reality hurts and Gorgalad acknowledges it, some are born high, and those that are low. His mother is powerful, yes; but her functions are irrelevant compared to Sirzech Gremory's. There is nothing he can do to prevent it or fight against it and the truth is that he cannot risk everything he builds and that he loves. His parents, his family, and Koneko for a shot at revenge against the Gremory. No matter how much he desired it, no matter how much the nightmares would continue to plague him. He has to endure, endure through all of this.

He shan't risk it.

The young male got up and went for a book, time was a commodity and he easily opened the pages and started to read it. An old encyclopedic book on Devil History, yet this one was aged and had a faded-letter cover. Many books dated before the cultural reform of the underworld. He continued to read engrossed in the interesting recollection of the events.

And the sea beasts bowed to the Prince of the Sea; Lord Woo, the Kraken, Lord Sallhador, and Lord Mazelpht rose their appendages to create an arc as ovation to the ship that passed and stationed in the docks of our castle, the Sea Serpent's Nest of Gnaardor. Leviathan, the Female General and overlord of the Sea, who perished after a glorious fight, left into her son Gaergoroth hands her lands and power. On a room in contact with the shore, a ceremonial room was arranged for Leviathan's last goodbye, as the dark sea creatures waited for us to hand over her coffin. For as Leviathan shall be taken then to the depths of the sea into the Temple of the Sea where her soul shall rest forever, in the halls of the Water Kings.

He stared and marveled at the images of the Sea Monsters who were the guardians of the Leviathan seas. If monsters were given the titles of Lord then it meant that they had to be immense or quite powerful to protect the seas they are in charge of. Seeing the images of powerful Sea Dwelling Warlord devils and their history, compared to such great men he is a story that has barely even begun. What is he compared to them?

~I want to go there.~ He thought sharply with stark obsession, seeing the representation of the Sea Serpent's Nest, he felt something call up to him. Something over natural he couldn't comprehend, it was a feeling one has when being so much time away from home and seeing a photo of their home after a long time. The sheer feeling of wanting to go home reached him, which always settles into a feeling of empty melancholy and sadness. Summoning Monsieur Allairo for the request of the journey.

*Knock* *Knock*

He turned to his door across from him being knocked on.

"Enter." He gestured with a frail voice as the doorknob was twisted from the door emerged Monsieur Allairo who after approaching enough to the bed, bowed. "Young Lord, good morning." He gestured to him as he nodded in acknowledgment. "Monsieur." He replied and the butler spoke. Sitting on the bed's front edge the young male faced the butler as he asked a request.

"Monsieur Allairo can you notify Strawbeard to prepare his ship for a journey to Gnaardor by sea? I'm sure the Pirate King knows the coordinates."

The butler bowed in surprise to the young man's request. Gnaardor was the Leviathan Kingdom's capital, a territory that Lord Bael doesn't neglect he has people to keep him tabs on what's been developing there. Honorable races of the Supernatural world who swore their vows to Leviathan have lived there for many years.

"I wish to visit this place Monsieur." Gorgalad showed the book's illustration of the Sea Serpent's Nest to which the butler surprised nodded.

"I'll notify Stawbeard to prepare his ship to sail today at noon and notify your parents of this journey you'll take my Lord."

With a respectable nod, the butler bowed and disappeared in a teleportation circle. From behind him Koneko covered in the thin flimsy sheets clinging so close to her body stared at the incriminating pages that arose her master's interest.

"Sea serpent's nest."

She asked repeating the name of the place as the young Bael Heir could only nod absent-mindedly at the words stated by his female servant. He combed his hair with his right hand, as the female leaned her front body on his back, perhaps as a shy gesture or a daring one as she used her right hand on his shoulder for support. He slowly took a hold of both of her hands and brought them forth, linking them and crossing them before him, this resulted in her weight leaning on his back, her 109cm breasts softly landing on his nude back. He swallowed saliva and with his right hand holding her crossed forearms, settled his favorite nekomata to lean on him. As he continued to read the encyclopedic book, growing a sense of comfort and also nervous excitement over this action.

~This is the first time we break the personal space threshold.~ He reminded himself aside from the times they embrace each other clothed. This was his first time having someone of the opposite gender pressing her body to him this way. It felt, comfortable and reassuring. A personal sense of security and also stability a man can get to enjoy and almost cherish. As if holding something so precious that with a single moment can be destroyed or corrupted.

"This Castle was where Leviathan ruled her subjects. Where Euclid Lucifudge was killed after attempting to convince Lord Gaergoroth Leviathan and Lady Margaery Beelzebub to go against their granddaughter Arilaer's claim to the Underworld's Throne." He patted a book to his side which earned the nekomata girl's attention as she turned also.

Fear and Blood

The Dance of the Kings

"The dance of the Kings was the name the Old Satan Faction Called it. The Lucifer Civil War happened during the earliest days of the devil civil war. Where two rival factions inside my family fought for the birthright of my Grandmother's and…and mine." He emphasized and opened the book, seeing many detailed graphs and drawings which were a vividly detailed description of the events many told and knew what were. The conflict brought forty of the seventy-two pillars to an end and the massacre of the four princely family members.


It was a bold night of rain when King Lucifer succumbed from his wounds of the latest attack in heaven, a servant found the Old King had died in his sleep. And ran to inform Queen Lilith, the protocol dictated that the bells would be rung and a messenger would be sent to Thornheart to summon the heir Princess Arilaer for the coronation. But Queen Lilith had other plans, once it happened, she had the servant killed for his silence to be kept. And in the early morning, Ser Crynston Lucifudge summoned the ambassadors of the 72 pillars to inform the King's death. The Queen demanded all of the members to help in setting the coronation. Yet most of the members of the small seat thought that the matter of succesion was settled when the Old King made all the Lords and high-born swear fealty to princess Arilaer and her line, setting the precedent of blood purity as a symbol of status.

But Ser Crynston Rofocale Lucifudge pointed out that a Son comes before a daughter.

The council argued that Rizevim's line was tainted with mortal blood and that the Prince was not fit to rule the realm. As arguments were done between both sides, until the main ambassador of the Crown with the 72 pillars, Lord Reshiram Bael stood up declaring that he wouldn't have a part in treason and declared with finality. The realm will bleed and be scorched in the fire before any child of Lilith ever rules us all.

He glanced at the book at the grotesque depiction following.

"Ser Crynston stabbed the chest of Reshiram five times with a true holy dagger the knight stole from heaven many years ago. And by opening the man's throat, the debate died. Yet, at the same time, Zekram Bael through a dragon familiar with Reshiram held his breath as he knew his eldest descendant wouldn't come back alive.

After the debate was done, Rizevim felt elated and glad he was crowned. Having lusted for his father's throne ever since he was a child, and thus after relenting, before what would've been a private ceremony in the palace was found by many of the 72 pillars Lord that demanded the prince to step down, but the royal guard already secured the city and the Lucifer banner flew over Lucifaad. Yet, Rizevim's crazy supporters weren't satisfied and summoned blood. The blood of an innocent young heir of one of the 72 pillars died in an explosion made to be a message and threat to the lords. All happening while in Summer Palace, smuggled under the sight of the Queen and the not-Prince was mourned by the true loyalists. Just as Ser Crynston teleported himself to the Lucifer Kingdom's lands, to summon the noble races and noble princes to kneel before him. And with defiant Lords of the 72 pillars, the Bael Clan demanding Lucifudge Blood; Rizevim Livan the FIrst of his Name ascended the Throne.

And then the familiars were sent all over the underworld to the lands; While Arilaer mourned her father Princess Durdeleth whom she climbed the walls of the Lucifaad Palace, killed the entirety of its guards, killed Lord Crynston's guard, and once more jumped the walls away into the city. She fought the city guard members in single combat each and defeated them with only her fists.

And it was such a loyalty she inspired and the very fear that shook the breeches of all the men, that Zarban Nebiros, Quellon Satanachia, Daemian Agaliarept, Xenos Fleurety, and Timmothy Sargatanas all ruling lords of each of their respective houses, alongside the City Guard, Lord Cetheres Gusion, Lord Raymund Buer, Lord Jonothor Sitri and Lord Roderik Phenex equally knelt and pleaded the loyalty of their houses to the causes of their queen Durdeleth.

Yet it was all for naught if they believed they could pacify the bee-hive of the 68 angered pillars. Arilaer had only a child who was not even ten yet. Not enough power to match that of House Lucifer and Lucifudge.

Yet while Queen Lilith had her son; Arilaer had something the Queen overlooked. Arilaer had blood.

Blood of the Great Kings of Bael and Agares born from her womb.

Yet, as they conspired Ser Crynston caught the royal procession which already had buried the king, and sent him to ThornHeart to be buried. Ser Crinston and his guard treacherously attacked an unarmed Lady Arilaer and her boy, only for Ser Crynston's chest to be mortally wounded by Queen Durdeleth's blade and cursed alongside all of his bloodlines for the defiance against the true heirs of the King. All while the entirety of his men, were killed by Ser Ellyldor Barasard the Bold who with his sword and spells danced through the elite numbers of the Royal Guard and killed them all, and escaped with Arilaer and her son in a ship on Lucifaad's docks.

Turning from the book to glance at Koneko, she saw her intrigued and hanging on her seat, paying full attention to him as he told the tale.

Little Lord Euclid Lucifudge arrived at The Sea Serpent's nest to obtain the loyalty of the Leviathan, he was surprised to see Durdeleth having an audience with her parents Margaery Beelzebub, little Vidreid Varsharn Beelzebub and Gaergoroth Leviathan. Lady Durdeleth was a fierce warrior even before her conquest over the Gates of Heaven. Yet lordling Euclid not wanting to disappoint his father pleaded on his King's case. And finally, Lord Leviathan made his decision under the hardened glare of the Realm's delight...

"Go away, boy." He said.

"Go away and tell the usurping bitch of your Queen that Prince Leviathan and Beelzebub are not dogs she can whistle up."

Not able to convince the Leviathan and Beelzebub houses, young Euclid mounted his unicorn familiar and set off into the storm-filled skies of The Leviathan Kingdom. Being still under the effects of the barrier the lands had which didn't allow outsiders and visitors to use teleportation magic inside it. The rain fell hard and great bolts of lightning lit the world bright, the lordling had difficulty controlling his unicorn in the rain. Until a defying roar was listened by the unicorn who hoofed in fear as the roar shook the very foundations of Gnaardor. Durdeleth Rose through the clouds and below him the monstrous Lord Woo Fak Fak, the King of the Leviathan Seas and Skies,

The monstrous lord was twenty times the size of Euclid's familiar, Durdeleth caught Euclid atop Gnaardor's bay and all the folk heard was a shriek drowning the thunder, Euclid fell broken to be swallowed by the waves.

Thus that death began the Devil Civil War or Dance of the Kings.


On the Docks nearby the city of Noswestley, the legendary ship of the Naval Advisor of the Bael Fleet; The Thousand Sunny was preparing to sail away. On its mast gazing at the immense sea beyond with a fond smile on his lips; the legendary Pirate King, Strawbeard prepared for a trip outside the usual normal routes. As a member of Serafall Leviathan's peerage, he was inside the Bael Clan's paycheck and that of the Sitri Clan too. However, most of his endeavors were at the service of House Bael to which Lady Serafall was married. Yet many times Lord Sitri approaches him, particularly for advice in Naval-related matters.

The sheer sight of the big ship was quite inspiring and threatened to swallow him whole. The Bael Heir stood a few steps from the planks to board the ship, by his side was only Koneko. He dressed in his usual attire of a high-collared dark-blue shirt and black pants, embraced in his hands was the book with the necessary navigation coordinates and references to arrive at the Sea Serpent's Nest. As a more silent company and to oversee everything, Ser Ellyldor's orange eyes stared with disinterest at the whole process. The captain of the ship though trampled and used the ropes of the ship as a rope to propulse him towards the side of the ship where his passengers were.

"Welcome Aboard to the Thousand Sunny m'Lord." The toothy grin the Pirate Lord wore was quite convincing if one were to say.

One of his front teeth glowered in shining gold, giving a crooked aesthetic to the smile. Gorgalad gave a respectable nod with a light bow toward the man.

"I thank you for your hospitality Ser."

Politely thanking the man for his hospitality. He walked through the plank and boarded the ship, as did Koneko behind him and them both Ser Ellyldor Barassard. A man whose sword faithfully the Bael Family and was ready to be used. Clad as always the shining armor of the once-active Royal Kingsguard of the Lucifer Family. The armor ancestral as it was, was still as pristine as in the golden age of Lucifer Ruling. The man was every inch a Knight any dark-race fellow could be. Long platinum-white hair up to his middle back tied in a ponytail, dark blue skin which took a purplish hue, and intense orange eyes to stare at the soul of those he faced. The man's beard was trimmed but maintained and his armor shining that it reflected the very lights of the sun.

The deadliest spellsword of the Underworld who single-handedly held back an army of Angels during the last days of the Devil Great War. A man who served a King and all the Leviathan princes since then. Truly, Ser Ellyldor was amazing. Regardless of what people nowadays said about Souji Okita, there was no more pristine example of what a true knight should be than Ser Ellyldor himself.

"Lower the plank, throw off the plowlines. Raise the Anchor." With a firm order, the sailors worked to the clock to fulfill the orders, as the captain lead them through the main husk of the ship, to the inside; in one of the rooms, it held for visitors. The young boy and his company got in. "I hope to not upset you, my Prince. But as you can see, we didn't prepare you for this trip."

He shook his head and instead wore a kind smile.

"Don't mind Ser. It was I who insisted on this impromptu trip. I would've enjoyed this even if you made me sleep in the main deck alongside your troop members."

The pirate lord chuckled and gently patted the boy's back.

"Now that is a sailor's heart ain't it?" He pondered and the boy shyly stood silent and bashfully flushed.

"I shall notify the ship's cook to have more prepared for our gusts. With your dismiss my prince."

"Please, do."

The young man interjected as the Pirate Lord left the room, leaving the trip alone.

"If there is anything you may need you just need to call me my Prince. Don't hesitate to order us, we are also a sword to you by default." Ser Ellyldor insisted faithfully to his prince who nodded lightly.

"Thank you Ser Ellyldor, your loyalty and service are most appreciated. Will you be at our door?" He asked.

"If my Prince wills it, I shall."

A single nod was all it took for the knight to faithfully and firmly stand his post outside the door, once dismissed and only both of them alone. Gorgalad went to a near chair with a desk as Koneko stood awkwardly staring around.

"Make yourself comfortable. This room is yours also by default."

She wore a goth dress of black and white, and a black choker with a tear-drop jewel made of a pure sapphire with an emerald core. Her hazel eyes were ever so attentive to him and piercing him with her stare. Gulping, he awkwardly smiled and went to his improvised backpack for luggage and took out another book. As he opened the book, on a very specific page was an illustration of a silver-haired man and a blond-haired woman, the green-eyed blond woman wore an expensive light-purple dress with lilac bows, and a man wearing a black dress and a top hat did an educated bowing gesture towards the woman. The graphic representation was of his ancestors; his grandparents were two generations removed. Gaergoroth Leviathan and Margaery Beelzebub.

The Great Young Devils' Spring Dance of Lucifaad

Attendants: …

The page to the left of the one with the illustration had a long written list of attendants with many famous names of both the Old Faction and the 72 Pillars being written. Turning to the page,

A long time, many years ago…the flowers bloomed in spring. The trees bore fruit and the Devil King Lucifer was on the eve of the 500th Anniversary of Rule over the Underworld…

He could almost picture it; the old smell of the dusty tomes assaulting his nose which smelled of fresh spring, its wind washing through his face. He could hear it, the sound of the Rennaisance Orchestra playing the most famous waltzes made by the best of composers the planet had, conducted to perfection. As Lord and Ladies chattered with each other to increase their influence, the young Devils danced and children played. The story of Gaergoroth Leviathan and the Underworld's delight, Margaery Beelzebub. A love story developed through an arranged marriage, one of the few in devil history to have been mutual at first. Once only in life, when man and woman share eye contact does it spark a fire enough to bathe everything in the fires of destruction. A story told from the point of view of Gaergoroth; his lamia lover Nagini, Margaery, and eventually also their daughter Durdeleth. On the 500th anniversary of Lucifer's Rule in the underworld, on the Young Devils' Great Spring Dance both met and fell in love.

Their love produced a dynasty that lasted six hundred years.

"Who would've thought that one of the greatest supernatural societies to ever exist would only need a silly argument for such a society to fall into decay and decadence."

Gorgalad/Gorgalad broke out the silence, Koneko having taken his side in reading also to learn more of her master's ancestry and to share silence with him.

"Do you hate the Gremory Family Gorgalad-sama?" The female nekoshou inquired the young boy who could only stare at the book with a semblance of confusion and conflict, the same question rouses once more yet this time from someone important to his life. Should he hate the Gremory when their duty has been to try and maintain the boat when it was already on wrecking point?

~Can the Gremory be blamed after they've maintained our faction as it is after the Civil War?~ He thought conflicted at the thought of holding hate to the Gremory when they are not to blame for it. However, it doesn't justify the killing of innocent children. Possible siblings his father or he would've had. He frowned.

"I don't hate the Gremory per-se, but their hypocrisy. They build themselves fame of being kind when behind their closet lies the skeletons of those innocent children who would've been, in a fairer world, cousins or siblings. A clearer connection to this side of the family than abandoned ruins and old stories told from my father's lips or on dusty forbidden tomes." He frowned at the realization that the only way that Sirzechs could've sold himself to the crowd and his family was to make a reputation of being kind, of being what his family wasn't. He's aware of it, his ancestor's families were very racist even with the 72 pillars. They were xenophobic and heavily reserved to themselves; he's aware of the crown his ancestors bore and how it weighed on those below them. That being the 72 pillars and the low-classed devils.

Perhaps that was the cause of so much bloodshed and war, the xenophobic tendencies his ancestor's descendants had.

Did his family members were that xenophobic and racist towards the other pillars?

~Even if to a Family Lord or King, kindness is something they have. Doesn't means their family members will have it.~ e faced himself with the reality, it was a self-cycle of destruction caused among them. Each time a new leader comes and throws away the former authority to establish a new one, that is how the Kingdom work. ~Each king has keys which are the keys to his power, those keys have further keys below. The control of those keys is everything.~ He thought on the principle of power, the circle of power for rulers. The Primary for all aspiring Rulers. He thought about the keys he possessed at the moment. ~Sona, Sairaorg and Zephyrdor.~ He thought with a frown at the short amount of keys that are in power, nonetheless it was a good start to go from there.

~There must be a key to the fall of my ancestor's title. And I intend to find it.~