Congratulations, You are now a Devil

The summoning ritual persisted, a relentless procession of demon kings passing through Ethan's tormented chest, leaving him in a state of desperate agony. The cave reverberated with a symphony of his anguished cries intertwining with the crackling surge of mystical energies.

One by one, the demons made their entrance, each arrival amplifying Ethan's suffering to unimaginable levels. The boundaries between realms blurred as the ethereal beings traversed the veil, their presence a testament to the vastness of their power. With each manifestation, the air thickened with an eerie atmosphere, charged with an aura of malevolence and domination.

Ethan's voice, strained and tortured, echoed through the cavern, his cries resonating with the pain of bearing the weight of the demon kings within his vulnerable form.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, as he braced himself against the excruciating ordeal that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

"You who seeked nothing but took all in your grasp, the demon of Greed, conqueror of kingdoms, I hereby release you from your binding… return to your vessel,Mammon!."

As Lilith uttered those potent words, an onslaught of dark, ethereal bats surged forth from the ancient book.

The air crackled with mystic energy as they swirled around the chamber, their wings slicing through the air with an otherworldly presence. With resolute determination, they aimed unerringly for Ethan's chest, guided by an iridescent magical glow.

Ethan's anguished cry reverberated through the chamber, his voice strained with torment, his eyes shimmering with the threat of tears.

His body writhed in pain as the multitude of bats penetrated his chest, each impact accompanied by a thunderous boom and the deafening flap of their wings.

The sheer force of their entry sent tremors coursing through his entire being, further deepening his agony.

As the final surge of bats converged upon Ethan's chest, their entry punctuated by a resounding crescendo, the mystical glow that had enveloped the cave abruptly ceased.

The echoes of his agonized cries gradually dissipated, giving way to a heavy silence that reclaimed the cavern's once-dormant ambiance.

Ethan, his body heaving with the weight of his ordeal, struggled to catch his breath. His chest, now a fiery crimson testament to the torment he had endured, bore the physical and emotional scars of his transformation. Through barely opened eyes, he turned his gaze towards Lilith, the source of both his suffering and newfound power.

"Is it... finally over?" he managed to rasp, his voice laden with exhaustion.

Lilith, swift in her actions, seized the levitating book from the air, deftly closing its ancient pages. With a sudden vanishing act, the book disappeared from sight, leaving behind only the lingering essence of its potent magic. She met Ethan's gaze with a mixture of admiration and reverence.

"Yes, it is done, my master," Lilith affirmed, a hint of pride coloring her voice. "Congratulations, for you have ascended to the rank of The Devil, wielding dominion over the six primordial demons."

A serene smile graced Lilith's countenance as she gracefully descended to her knees, inching closer to Ethan until their foreheads gently touched.

Her voice, tender and laden with loyalty, whispered in his ear, "Even though magic is terrified and detests you, rest assured that it will not diminish your strength in comparison to the other kings. You shall be bestowed with an entourage of devoted witches who will faithfully execute your every command. Know that I will always be by your side".

Ethan, his strength waning, mustered a feeble response, his voice barely audible, "Why... are you so close?" His consciousness wavered on the precipice of oblivion.

Lilith emitted a melodious giggle, her delicate hand caressing his cheeks with affectionate tenderness. "Rest well, my master," she murmured, her words laced with anticipation. "I eagerly await the unfolding of your magnificent harem."

As Ethan succumbed to the embrace of unconsciousness, Lilith remained steadfast, watching over him with a mixture of devotion and intrigue. The echoes of their fateful encounter reverberated within the ancient chamber, foretelling the dawn of a new era where Ethan, now bearing the mantle of The Devil, would shape his destiny alongside a legion of devoted witches.

...

"Wow, look at him, his chest is so red." A child's voice echoed.

"Look Jon, he has a necklace… looks scary." Another girl spoke.

"Should we touch it?"

"I say we touch it" .

Baam!

With a sudden jolt, Ethan's eyes burst open, greeted by the bewildering sight of two children perched atop him, their small hands pressing against his chest. He blinked, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected encounter.

The children, frozen in surprise, stared wide-eyed at Ethan as he regained his senses. His voice broke the silence that hung in the air. "What are you doing?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity and a touch of amusement.

A high-pitched shriek of fear erupted from the small girl, who promptly sprang to her feet and darted out of the room in a panicked frenzy. Her brother, in his haste to follow, stumbled and tumbled to the ground, his voice wavering in a mix of urgency and distress. "Iki, wait for me!" he called out, struggling to regain his footing.

In an unexpected turn of events, the girl abruptly dashed back into the room, her tiny hand tightly gripping her brother's, determined to assist him in standing upright. However, upon catching another glimpse of Ethan's face, she immediately released her hold and sprinted outside once more, her voice echoing with terror through the open door.

Ethan watched the chaotic scene unfold before him, a mixture of bemusement and surprise etching itself on his features. As the echoes of the girl's piercing screams dissipated into the distance, he found himself contemplating the puzzling encounter that had thrust him into this extraordinary situation.

The tearful boy, trembling before Ethan, mustered the courage to voice his deepest fear. "P... please don't eat me," he pleaded, his voice quivering with vulnerability and genuine terror.

Ethan, maintaining a composed countenance, slowly sat upright, his hands raised as if to placate the frightened child. With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, he muttered under his breath, attempting to mimic the ferocious roar of a monstrous creature. "Rarrh!"

The boy's hands instinctively flew to cover his face, his voice reaching new heights of panic. "Ahhh, he's going to eat me!" he screamed, his distress echoing throughout the room.

Just as the tension reached its peak, a figure appeared at the doorway, clutching a basket filled with freshly laundered clothes. The woman's arrival commanded attention, her eyes widening in surprise as they met Ethan's awakened gaze.

"What's going on here?" she inquired, her voice a blend of concern and astonishment. Her gaze shifted between the bewildered boy and Ethan, her astonishment evident in her expression.

"You're... awake," she voiced, her words laden with disbelief, as if witnessing a miracle unfold before her very eyes.