Satanic Origins

Arc 1 Chapter 2 - Origins

December 6th, 1995 - Hidden Lucifer Clan Compound, Underworld Wasteland.

POV Rezivan Lucifer

The sound of a book slamming shut reverberated through the library, coming from its only occupant - myself.

For being an Ecchi Harem anime, this world sure is complicated - I thought as I stared at the old tome, dating back at least 3 centuries, simply titled the 'Usurper's War'. Reading about the battle of Battle of Gusion really does show how formidable the rebel forces were - That the Ajuka Astaroth's kankara formula could subdue the clan technique of Satan Leviathan, one capable of decimating tens of thousands of others in a single swoop, really did bring into perspective just how powerful these usurpers were. If only they put their skills into helping us win against the other factions, perhaps there wouldn't be a centuries long stalemate!

Twirling a strand of my dark silver hair, I put down the quill I was using to jot down some notes in my notebook - in classical Hebrew of course, because of course these devils had to use an obscure language from days gone by - I can not express how grateful I am for the "Language" ability, even if it only works with spoken words.

"I wonder why we don't use pens?" I mumbled to myself, grabbing the tome while manifesting my wings through my shirt and coat, and flying out of the chair to return it to its place near the top of the bookshelf.

I had wondered about many things in this new life of mine, such as the fact that the devils used some strange calendar I had never heard of before, unless it really is the year 5756 - I had thankfully managed to convince Euclid to bring me a copy of the Gregorian calendar and tell me how to convert dates between the two, which was a bit more complex than it looked - the year lengths weren't even the same!

There was a good reason I wanted the calendar, other than simply knowing what era I was in. That was knowing when I was in relation to the story canon. The fact that I am already in the 1990s is not exactly thrilling, as while I do not know exactly when the DxD plot takes place, I'd be willing to bet it was around the early 2010s, which means, I only have a decade or two at best left to prepare! I think I could at best defeat a single member of Rias' peerage at this point, and while this is undoubtedly in part due to the fact that I am only 8 years old right now, it doesn't make this any more comforting!

Anyways, I digress. One may ask why I'd even want to fight the so-called Anti-Satan Faction, why not simply run to join them if they're so powerful? Well, I can think of several simple reasons, the foremost of which being that I doubt my presence as someone of Satanic Origins would be most welcome by either of the usurpers, however, there is something else which I noticed in my studies, something that practically makes my blood boil.

We could have won.

What do I mean by that, you ask? Well, based on both what Lucifuge has taught me and what I've been reading of the great war, and if only those damned traitors kept on fighting and dedicated themselves to achieving victory for the devils, we would have won! There would have been no centuries long cold war between the 3 factions! Devils could have triumphed, taking over heaven and erasing both the Angels and Fallen Angels from existence! Lord Lucifer himself, the original Satan, gave his life to this cause when he slayed the damned Go- ow, the father of Angels in his dying breaths! Only for the traitors to stab us in the back, the civil war reducing our massive advantage gained in exchange, led to the deaths of millions of fellow devils, countless prodigies, for what? Kinder leadership? It's no wonder they backed out of the war afterwards, it was suicidal to continue it in that state, and they had a newly usurped kingdom to consolidate.

So many lives wasted, so many devils sacrificed, entire pillars offering their lives for the goal of devil victory over the angels, our very creator, my grandfather, becoming a martyr to the cause, and for what? Our very own kin betraying us at the last step of the road? We could have been kings of the world by now, but no, of course that didn't happen. I can not join these people. Doing so would be a disgrace to not only clan Lucifer, but to all devilkind. No, I must take back what is ours. That thrice blasted Gremory traitor has no right to the title of Lucifer - the sole reason that the ground beneath our feet isn't trembling from my grandfather spinning in his grave at his actions is that nothing of him remained to bury!

Now, if only my other relatives shared this sentiment. My father, as much as I am grateful that he helped bring me into this world, has done nothing to help devilkind! All he ever seems to do is invent new methods of expressing boredom. And my brother, don't even get me started. Despite how proud he seems of his heritage, he is at best a hedonist enjoying the life of anonymous luxury, and at worst, a craven coward too afraid to face reality! He spends most of his time in the mundane world, evading almost any interaction with the supernatural, despite being the literal heir to house Lucifer! The only one who seems to actually agree with my assessment is Lucifuge - I can only imagine how frustrating it must be for him, so loyal to house Lucifer to remain at its side for centuries in hiding, yet unable to pursue its true cause as clearly intended by their progenitor.

I digress, that's enough internal monologuing for one day - the solitude of this place really does get to you, huh? I guess that's what happens when there are only 5 people in a compound the size of a small town. I need to get back to planning.

Flying to another part of the library, I skimmed across the titles before finding what I was looking for - "A Comprehensive Guide to the Six Houses of Lucifer"

POV Rizevim Livan Lucifer

Boredom. That was the ever-present reality behind the life of Rizevim, he found little to no interest in this worldly existence. Every vice in the world? Tried them, boring. Almost every sin? Committed, boring. Politics? Boring. Fighting? Boring. Revenge? Boring. Destruction? Boring. Creation? Boring. Everything was boring! Nothing in this world interested him. He had no drive, no ambition. And yet, he chose to live. Perhaps one day, he might find something to satiate his boredom. Until that day comes, he shall simply observe this world, from his hidden throne.

And yet, he did have his passing fancies. That is why he tried so many things in the first place, instead of displaying complete apathy. One such fleeting interest of his was his son - the first one, anyway. His father had always encouraged him to create an heir to "further the bloodline" as he would say, but Rizevim never took him too seriously. While he did end up marrying, the spawn of Satanachia ended up being a disappointment, and she got herself killed in the civil war, the imbecile she was.

His newest addition to the clan was an impulse decision, caused by the incessant whining of that Euclid of his. This time, to ensure a more worthy heir to the Lucifer name, he had attempted to recreate the conditions that led to the creation of the greatest superdevill in existence - that being himself, of course!

Down in the depths of the Realm of Hades, in a narrow valley within the ice of Cocytus, was a shaft leading to an underground research institute. Within this institute, at the very deepest level, covered by thousands of wards, seals, traps, and other things meant to deter intruders was the key to this goal. Preserved in magical stasis, lay the comatose body of his mother, the mother of all devils - Lilith. Rizevim had carefully removed her from stasis, channeling his demonic energy into the massive arrays of magic circles designed to keep her alive and heal any injuries she may suffer - the same ones that failed to prevent her deterioration and forced him to put her in stasis three centuries ago. They may not be perfect, but they didn't have to be for this job. Rizevim had carefully inserted his own genetic material within the womb of Lilith utilising advanced teleportation circles - ones designed by the original Beelzebub himself, in order to assist his father in the mass production of the devil race. Rizevim had to admit that the old Satan was truly a master of his craft - he didn't think that there was anyone alive who could replicate this.

Nine months later, the child was born. The young Rezivan may not have destroyed everything around him at birth like Sirzechs, but his signature was still phenomenal. Rizevim had failed to achieve his goal of creating another superdevil, but he got close to it, a quasi-superdevil, if you will. Had this not been the work of Rizevim but one of his underlings, he would have called it a failure, and probably tortured those responsible for it - but it wasn't the work of some underling. This was Rizevim's work, and thus, it was a great result. Still, he vowed to never disclose this not-failure to anyone - better to let Euclid and everyone else come to their own conclusions about how he got his latest son during his nearly year-long disappearance. To add insult to injury, this experiment nearly sent Lilith over the brink, and while the healing arrays may be slowing her deterioration down, he stopped using them for a reason - he engaged the sealing array as soon as it was practical.

Still, at this rate, he wouldn't be able to replicate this anymore - her reproductive system may still be functional, but the rest of her body is barely functional, her limbs decayed beyond recovery. Rizevim had, at that moment, decided that he wouldn't attempt any new experiments with her, unless he found a way to ensure she wouldn't die from them - she was far too valuable, after all.

Now, he was surprised to find that he did not regret his decision to father Rezivan like he did with Razevan. While he may not be a superdevil from birth, he was growing at an impressive pace, and the manner in which he was created left him with quite the oddity - While Razevan's diluted blood left him with only 10 wings, Rezivan had retained all 12 of the original morningstar, an artefact from the conversion process in which he had changed his essence from that of a fallen angel to that of a devil. Rizevim chuckled at the thought of what the descendants of the other 3 Satan clans would think of this.

Despite this, he found little interest in parenting, and thus left the job of teaching the child to Euclid, something that he seemed to do quite well so far. Now, if only-

Rizevim's internal monologue was interrupted as the doors to his lounge- no, gates of his throne room flew apart at unusually high speeds, especially considering the person responsible, Razevan. While Rizevim would usually be quite happy with any interruption to his boredom, he also had an 'image' to keep, as the good Euclid would say.

"Razevan, what matter is so urgent that you feel the need to blast apart the entrance to the throne?" Rizevim snapped at his son, attempting to maintain a regal but annoyed tone.

Razevan, while full of anger when he entered the hall, quickly cowered under the words of his father, not without attempting to hide it, of course. But Rizevim was far too experienced to not notice such a thing. His worthless son's weakness disgusted him - Rezivan was braver than him, and he was eight!

"My half-devil son, Vali. I have just found out that he has a sacred gear! And not just any sacred gear, Euclid's soul analysis concluded that it was a Longinus, Divine Dividing! The vessel of Albion!"

Rizevim simply tilted his head to the side, letting it rest on his hand as he leaned forward on his throne.

"And why are you telling me this? Why should I care if your mutt has a Longinus. They're all worthless, gimmicks at best when faced with true power."

Razevan looked like he was flickering between being ready to explode and wanting to run and hide in a hole. Seeing that he didn't intend on giving him a reply, Rizevim continued his speech.

"If you truly find it so threatening, just kill the boy - the mongrel is a disgrace to the Lucifer clan as is."

At this, Razevan actually interrupted him - "No! Father, you know how valuable our blood is - there are only 4 Lucifers alive! We can't just-"

Rizevim's right eyebrow rose slightly higher with every second that Razevan spoke, until he eventually raised a hand to silence him.

"If you refuse to get rid of him, and fear him all the same, just make sure that he never steps out of line. Suppress, brainwash, belittle and undermine him, whatever. I don't particularly care. Now, get out of here so that I don't have to look at a failure like you."

AN: I wish to thank all the reviewers who commented on the previous chapter - reviews help with both motivation and inspiration. Both positive and negative are welcome - I try to take criticism into consideration.

With that out of the way, feel free to tell me what you think of the story so far in the reviews section! This chapter was full of internal monologues, to the point where I felt I may have overdone it a little. Still, I felt that it was necessary to get these things out of the way early on in the story.