Library

The following morning, upon awakening, I encountered the maid who had roused me from slumber. Her name, Angelica Nebiros, denoted her lineage as the daughter of Zaorama Nebiros, the esteemed head of the Nebiros house. Angelica served as my personal maid, bound by a devil contract to attend to my needs. Her selection for this role was no arbitrary decision; rather, it was informed by her exceptional intellect and vast knowledge. Hailing from the Nebiros house, renowned for its expertise in diverse fields of research spanning biology, demonic power, and magic, Angelica possessed a wealth of insights and capabilities that rendered her indispensable to my pursuits.

"Good morning, Angelica," I greeted.

"Good morning, my prince," Angelica responded, her tone tinged with slight surprise.

"Is there anything of importance scheduled for the next four days?" I inquired.

"There are no pressing matters for the next four days, although the heirs of the Satan clans have requested your presence at their meeting," Angelica informed me.

"I have no interest in their affairs. Let us disregard their summons and proceed to the library," I declared.

Descending into the basement, I approached the door leading to the library. With a sense of purpose, I passed through the threshold, knowing that Angelica could not follow due to the restriction barring entry to those without Lucifer clan blood. As the door closed behind me, I found myself immersed in an awe-inspiring sight.

The library sprawled before me, far grander than I had envisioned from the memories. Its vast expanse seemed to stretch into infinity, lined with shelves upon shelves of books reaching to the ceiling. The sheer volume of knowledge contained within was staggering, suggesting that it would take me years, if not decades, to merely peruse its contents.

As I surveyed the vast library, my mind raced with the urgency of my objectives. Reading every book was an impossibility; I needed to streamline my search for the knowledge I required. Foremost among my priorities was acquiring a large storage equipment capable of accommodating the bodies I sought.

Recalling the existence of a storage equipment within the family's storage room, I acknowledged its inadequacy in meeting the size requirements for my needs. With determination coursing through me, I resolved to devise a plan to acquire or create a storage solution that would adequately fulfill my requirements.

The realization that our family library held a treasure trove of knowledge encompassing various disciplines crucial to devilkind filled me with a sense of anticipation. From the intricacies of Devil magic to the nuances of biology, technology, runes, and the esoteric arts of Asgardian and human magic, the repository of information contained within its shelves promised a wealth of insights waiting to be unlocked.

However, it was imperative to acknowledge the stark reality that such comprehensive knowledge was a rarity in the underworld. The hoarding of knowledge by the esteemed 72 Pillar clans underscored the exclusivity and privilege associated with accessing such information. In light of this, the significance of our family's library as a repository of such diverse knowledge could not be overstated.

"As one would say, knowledge is power," I murmured to myself, echoing the timeless adage as I delved into the vast repository of our family's library. With a simple incantation, I invoked the powers of Devil magic, tapping into the innate abilities granted by my demonic heritage.

Navigating the labyrinthine shelves with ease, I directed my search towards books pertaining to spatial and dimensional magic. Harnessing Devil magic came effortlessly to me, a testament to the potency of demonic power coursing through my veins. In mere moments, the arcane energies responded to my command, guiding me towards the relevant texts that would illuminate the mysteries of spacial and dimensional manipulation.

Indeed, Devil Magic operates on the principle of imagination—an intangible force that, when fueled by sufficient demonic power, has the capability to manifest into reality. The boundless potential of the mind serves as the conduit through which Devil magic flows, allowing practitioners to conceive of their desires and imbue them with the infernal energies necessary for fruition.

With each thought and intention, Devil Magic responds in kind, bending the fabric of reality to accommodate the whims of its wielder. Whether it be the manipulation of elements, the creation of illusions, or the alteration of space and time itself, the only limit to Devil Magic is the imagination and the reservoir of demonic power at one's disposal.