Chapter 64

Life was full of troublesome moments for Damian recently but in general, everything was nothing but peaceful. Time moved onward as it always had and the day of Kokabiel's invasion grew ever closer.

Like he often spent his days, Damian was clearing the mountain of paperwork he had forced upon himself. At times like these, he wished he remained the size his father left the clan. But then his determination removed all those thoughts.

Truth be told, he was wasting more of his time than he would have liked recently. While his training sessions with Aika weren't exactly wasteful the same could not be said for his frequent outings with Rias.

He understood logically that there was little to no benefit to building a relationship with her, especially considering he wanted to break the one he had, but he couldn't stop himself. It felt as though he was back with his…

Slamming the door open Nero proudly entered the room, her entrance as flamboyant as ever even if it was at the expense of Damian's home. Just as she was depicted in her legends, Nero Claudius was a vain woman.

"My equal! The time for our dance has begun!" The famed Emperor of Roses declared proudly, excitement in her voice as she practically burst into song while handing over a handwritten letter addressed to the Thaumiel peerage as a whole.

Nodding his head in response Damian opened the letter, briefly reading through its contents. It was a simple letter from Ajuka consisting of the location of a base of the Old Satan Faction and the order to destroy them.

Scoffing Damian threw it onto his desk without a care in the world. It was clever and would probably fool most people but not him. Through whatever method the perpetrator managed to replicate Ajuka's energy signature and usual wording, however, Ajuka spoke differently with Damian and close friends. It was a small thing but it was enough to clue Damian in.

"Call for the rest." Damian ordered, slinging a suit jacket over his shoulder and tying a tie around his neck before walking out of the room. Soon this suit would be tainted with blood but that was fine. He didn't mind the stench of blood anymore.

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Deep in Romania, Damian and his peerage walked through the halls of an underground base covered in blood and permeated with the stench of death. It was a gruesome place, one that reminded Ordes about where Damian first found him.

Despite the dreary atmosphere none of his peerage had any real worries with the exception of Ai since she had to miss an interview for this. However, comparing the importance of this to that interview made it clear which should be focused on.

"Damian aren't our kids so cute~!" Ai gushed while her phone was pressed in Damian's face, a picture of two happy children on the screen. She saw them every day yet her love for them could never end. At first, she didn't know if what she felt was love but now she knew it was only love. It seemed experiencing death revealed things like that.

Simply nodding his head in response Damian continued his way through the underground laboratory. All around him, conversations were occurring whether it be from Hakuji and Yan Qing who were discussing martial arts or Marcao and Nero talking about beauty. 

None of them took it seriously despite the ominous atmosphere surrounding them. It was only natural, they were all strong. Each and every one of them was at the peak of the ultimate level and could defeat even gods if it came down to it. 

Besides, they had the Mad Dog with them, there was nothing to fear. Rather, whoever planted this trap for them so be nervous. It may not be well known but Damian had defeated the Jade Emperor, the third strongest being in the world. Only so many could rival him.

[Partner, the stench of an evil dragon is here.] Ddraig revealed, an amused tone in his draconic voice. Evil Dragons weren't so much a species of dragons but more a type of dragon and they tended to be powerful. They would make for a good test of the so called Blue Dragon Emperor.

Ignoring the dragon within his soul's words Damian pressed onward, his empty expression revealing none of what was going through his mind. Even as they walked he spread his senses all throughout the area in order to find their enemies.

As he expected there were no people within this reality but there were clear signs of an alternate reality formed at the end of this hallway. It was unbelievably obvious that this was a trap but at this point, all pretenses were thrown to the wind.

Eventually, their surroundings change from the dreary laboratory to an empty dungeon, one that both Damian and Ordes had strong memories of. Growling in anger Ordes still did not resist when they were forced into the alternate reality.

Immediately their surroundings changed once more as they now stood within what seemed to be an upside down version of the devil's capital Lilith. Thousands of mages dotted the sky like maggots and mindless dragons hovered in the sky.

At the forefront of them all were two men who were famous quite a few centuries ago. Both possessed silver hair and wore luxurious suits. The first was a lean but muscular figure wearing a suit slightly more retro in style than the one Damian wore.

The second however was one every devil from the Civil War five hundred years ago would remember. Long silver hair that reached just past his shoulders, a stylish beard, and a large armor set that could only be called gaudy even for devils.

"Damian Thaumiel, I've been hoping to meet you." Rizevim Livan Lucifer, the third Super Devil declared with a prideful smirk as he hovered above the Thaumiel peerage. Thousands of magic circles appeared in the sky as flames danced around the dragon's breath.

"The pleasure is mine." Damian spoke from mere inches away from Rizevim, his fist firmly planting itself onto his cheek before he was sent flying thousands of kilometers away. Grasping Euclid Lucifuge by the skull Damian vanished completely.

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