Chapter 5

(Figure's P.O.V)

Samuel. Samuel Lucifer is my name. My grandfather Lucifer chose a name for me, even though he wasn't actually alive when I was born. This is due to the fact that Lucifer already knew that his grandson would be a boy, so he selected a name for me before I was born.

It's rather humorous if you ask me, isn't it? A number of millennia before I was born, my name had already been decided upon.

I was just an ordinary man, leaving a peaceful life with my small middle-class family. Life was great, in fact, everything was going well until I awoke as the grandson of Satan, the ruler of the Devils.

It has been more than 50 years since I awoke in this world, the world of the supernatural, and began living as the prince of the Devil, a title I inherited from my father, who was elevated to the king of Devils upon my grandfather's death, despite him never once acting as a King.

So now I'm in the land of Dragons! Devils! Angels! Gods! Elves! Vampire! Kitsune! Nekomata! and lastly, humans.

*Sigh*

Humans! Whenever I spoke this name, a feeling of enmity always welled up from the very depths of my being all the way up to my own core. Yes! I have always detested human beings, both in this life and in the life I have lived in the past.

Humans are the parasites of the earth and the most self-centred creatures that have ever lived.

The idea that people are fundamentally self-centred has persisted for a very long time in popular culture. It would appear that humans are cold-blooded creatures, as they are driven by powerful desires to compete with one another for resources and to amass power and things. If they are nice to one another, it is almost always for reasons that have little to do with helping each other. If they are good, it is only because they have been successful in controlling and transcending the natural cruelties and self-centeredness that we all possess in order to focus on something else.

Humans like to think of this time period as one of massive competition when life was more like a Roman gladiatorial conflict than anything else. During this time, only the characteristics that offered people a survival advantage were picked, and all other characteristics were left behind.

And because people's ability to survive depended on access to resources, such as rivers, forests, and animals, there was going to be competition and conflict between rival groups. This, in turn, led to the development of characteristics such as racism and violence.

This makes perfect sense. However, in point of fact, the assumption upon which it is built, namely that life in prehistoric times was a ferocious battle for survival is - FALSE.

As Napoleon once said, "the world suffers a lot, not because of the violence of bad people but because of the silence of good people."

Humans are all selfish in some way, some more than others, and the reasons for this can be a combination of many things such as issues with self-esteem, lessons learned as children, a lack of something in their life, and often society that we live in values power and money over kindness, etc... Way too many people who self-identify as "good" are unwilling to even alter their preferences for how they live their lives in order to alleviate the pain of others.

Do you think I hate humans? Yes, from the very depths of my being, I have a sneaky suspicion that I have been reborn as Lucifer because of my hatred of humans.

This suspicion is based on the fact that Lucifer was one of the beings who detested humans.

Do I, however, despise their ideology? No!

In truth, I have adapted to this self-centred philosophy. When I was a human, I was a flawed and self-centred creature, despite the fact that I detested other humans for being self-centred. Despite this, I have adopted this ideology. If that's the case, then I'm a hypocrite, right? That's right, in fact, the largest one in history.

But do I care?

No, after all, it's called Karma pronounced as 'Hahaha! Fuck you.'

Lucifer was a man who loathed human beings just as much as I did, if not more so. During the great war, the dictatorship of Lucifer himself had practically ordered all skilled devils to join the war and fight.

There was no other supplied reason for the forced drafting, and there was no other reason given from that point on; with the exception of the clear and obvious propaganda that constantly drove in the fear of falling into the hands of an "unforgiving angel."

No one had time to explain why they were fighting, why they were tearing angels apart, why fallen angels chased them like prey, and why they had chosen to raise their swords and destroy millions of lives just because it was expected of them among all the carnage and violence that was going on...

[My father is flawless and Creation incarnate, an existence powerful enough to make beings like me-constructs formed from heavenly light given form and consciousness... YET HE FAVOURS THOSE THINGS! THOSE DISGUSTING HUMAN BEINGS! He demanded that we grovel before them and love them more than he did—the hairless, murderous apes. I disobeyed him and chose to stand instead; now that we have triumphed, I swear that we will eliminate each and every one of those barbaric creatures.]

The sheer venom within Lucifer's tone was impossible to define in its severity, these are the final commands that Lucifer gives to his army before their showdown with God himself.

I respected Lucifer for his authority and powers, but his ideals and goals were flimsy and frail; I had learned long ago that the cause of the great war was a petty one; Lucifer's story was actually simple and pointless... daddy got annoyed - kicked the spoiled brat out - brat has a tantrum, yadda, yadda, yadda... The Great War began as a result of Daddy's issues.

For a time, the devils believed Lucifer was a necessary leader for them, but I believe he was not. I discovered when I was little that the Morning Star was simply using them as cannon fodder to get back at his father, thus it is, as you so eloquently put it, "daddy issues."

But, once more. Who am I to judge, I couldn't care less about the dead beings, my focus was something else from the start, the only thing I cared about was myself, and ever since I became a Devil, my opinion toward this notion of being self-centred has grown stronger, I no longer feel guilty and have no fear for what I am becoming.

That is why 'life' is the best game.

Nothing matters more than victory.

No drama, no bullshit. You win! You rule.

(P.O.V End)

"Welcome, Young Master; the Lord is already expecting you," With a warm smile on his face, a handsome man in his forties greeted a young man and motioned for the younger man to follow him. The current lord Lucifuge or Lucifer's aid, Rofocale Lucifuge, was the older man.

The interior of the Lucifer mansion was as lavish as the entranceway, with flawlessly polished flooring that reflected the white interior and light from the big chandelier overhead that lighted the room. Adding to the main floor's glass walls allowed the natural colours of hell to flow in, giving the initial glance into the structure the feel of an acid trip.

A set of stairs just before them headed up to the second floor, with branches to the right and left. The steps to the top of the room led to the courtroom, or the room of Lucifer, to which they were on their way.

"Lord, I have brought the young master as per your request," Rofocale stated respectfully, bowing his head down toward his lord.

"Hello father, it has been a while," the younger man stated, while his silvery hair and cyan eyes indicated that he was in fact Samuel Lucifer. He turned his phosphorescent eyes towards a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties and had the same facial features as he did.

The older guy stated to his son in a raspy voice, "It's been a long time, I didn't expect you to grow this much in less than a century, you are truly a genius worthy of the name Lucifer."

Even though he spoke in a kind manner, the look in his eyes was everything but kind. If Samuel had to try to explain it, he would say that his eyes were like those of a predator that was staring at its prey.

The older man was known as Rizevim Livan Lucifer, the ultimate devil, the crystallisation of malice, and the king of devils.

Despite the fact that he has been crowned as the king by others, Samuel knew that his father had absolutely no interest in ruling the underworld, and he has neither officially accepted this title nor rejected it.

The younger man also did not confirm or refute the statement; rather, he just kept his silence. Samuel didn't care one bit about the fact that his behaviour in front of the King of the Devils could only mean certain death, as his silence blatantly disrespected the King.

Even the servants who were present were getting a bit scared as their master was a ruthless person, and he wouldn't flinch at killing his own son.

Rofocale, who stood behind his Lord and remained motionless with his eyes closed, was even older than Rizevim. He was one of the first generational devils, spawned by Lucifer himself, and had thus been alive for a long time. He served the original Lucifer, and after his death, he served his new Lord, Lucifer's son. Rofocale was one of the few persons who had known and served Rizevim since he was born, therefore he knew him better than anybody else.

"Hahaha! Good! I didn't raise you poorly; a devil should be confident even in the face of death. You truly are my blood. Devils are evil, wicked, violent, bad, vile, wrong, brute, and vicious beings. Imitating what a hero does? Hero? That is exactly what a "justice" would do. Humans and Angels are examples of such entities. What exactly are we? Are you aware that we are "evil" and "bad" beings? Isn't it evident therefore what we must do?"

Rizevim laughed wickedly, causing Samuel to grimace; his father's remarks annoyed him slightly,

'The old man believes he can kill me?'

Samuel was very convinced he was powerful enough to fight his father on equal or perhaps even better ground, whether it was demonic power or combat experience, his strength had soared above what his father could even dream of achieving in his life, yet this maniac believes he can kill him.

What a joke.

Despite this, Samuel stayed silent because he has a stupid habit; he never does anything more than the bare minimum requirement except for training, even though he knows it is really stupid, but it is something a part of him and he doesn't want to get rid of it, which could be because he is lazy and doesn't care what others think of him.

Rizevim saw that Samuel was silent and chose to continue in a generous mood "You're a good kid. There is another reason why I summoned you, as well."

"As for every Lucifer, they absolutely require a Lucifuge."

Rizevim had a strange smile that appeared somewhat deformed, and he gave a look to Rofocale, who comprehended the signal and coughed audibly.

'What the-'