Chapter 2

"What? You don't have a name?"

"My peers just called Blanc, Lord Satan."

"That's rather inconvenient."

Currently, Sadao, or Satan was now seated in the chair of Blanc in her palace. A chair she had given him considering he now became her master.

After they arrived, Satan immediately asked for more information about this world.

With 'Blanc', starting with the hierarchy system of Hell.

The highest authority are known as the Seven Primordials, with Blanc being one of them. Aside from her, there is Rogue the Red Primordial, the overlord of Hell and arguably the strongest Primordial. Noir, the Black Primordial, a whimsical demon and is apparently managed to fight Rogue to a standstill.

After that, Blanc pretty much just skimmed over the others, apparently not finding them worthy of his attention. Blieu, the Blue Primordial. Verte, the Green Primordial. Jaune, the Yellow Primordial. And Violet, the Purple/Violet Primordial.

Then, Blanc proceed to tell him about the True Dragons, something akin to a force of nature. They stood at the apex of the world, with enough power to destroy the world several times over.

After that, Blanc told him about the current affairs of the world. How pretty much humanity were being forced back by the beasts, with no beings who can protect them if the need arises.

It was only after Satan finally got the gist of the status of the world that he realized he doesn't even know the name of his new subordinate.

So he decided to ask.

Apparently, 'monsters' were nameless, and the name 'Blanc' wasn't even her name, but more of a lineage of her species.

Satan felt like he just can't keep calling her Blanc, but apparently she was fine not having a name, but Satan still decided to give her one.

"Testarossa."

"Hm?"

"From now on, your name will be Testarossa."

It was actually a name of a car Satan used to dream of buying once he saved up enough money.

He felt a bit bad considering he just named her after his dream car, but he wasn't really good with names.

"Testarossa …" Blanc murmured, before she revealed a smile. "Ah, I humbly accept the name you have given me, Lord Satan."

Satan felt his 'magicules' draining as it went to Blanc, now named Testarossa. It was large amount, he was sure that it would leave even his generals greatly weaken or even dead with that amount of lost on their magicules.

The past him would probably also be weakened.

But now? It was barely a drop in a bucket.

'Hm?'

Dark, malicious aura began to engulfed Testarossa and from what Satan can see, it was changing her. Evolution perhaps?

A few moments later, the dark aura dissipates, revealing the now evolved Testarossa.

She didn't really changed much. But she became more beautiful and alluring. She also grew a little taller and hair becoming a little longer …she also became more, curvaceous.

Testarossa opened her red eyes, before smiled as she kneeled down in front of Satan, "This Testarossa, swears that from now on, I shall follow no master but you, Lord Satan. Please accept my solemn and eternal pledge."

Satan nodded, accepting her pledge. "Tell me, how many subordinates do you have?"

"Approximately ten thousand, but I'm not sure. For someone at my level, how many spec of dust gathers became meaningless; I can just slap them away."

That was true, Satan thought. Even if the entire human race were to unite in order to subjugate him, it won't matter if he can just blow up the planet, or even just a continent.

However, Satan wasn't interested on doing everything himself. What kind of king would he be if he was the one solving all problems? For that, subordinates are needed.

"Call all your subordinates, I will name them and build an army."

"As you wished, my lord."

He couldn't help but smile, feeling a little nostalgic. Hundreds of years ago, when he was just a little goblin learning warfare from his military advisor Camio, he had this feeling of exhilaration at the thought of conquering and ruling the entire demon world.

True he did it for the good of all demonkind, but as he watched his opponents fall at the might of his army; as he watched his territory expand with every expedition …he'd be lying if that didn't brought a smile on his face.

He failed his people back in his previous life. But this time, it would be different. He will create an ideal world for demons, something he had failed to do in his previous life.

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Satan was now sitting on a throne, in front of the thousands of demons that are under Testarossa. They stood in line, unmoving.

He nodded. Incredibly disciplined. In this part, they beat Satan's Demon Army who were all rowdy bunch.

For some reason, all of them have white, gray, or silver hair. When she asked Testarossa, she replied that they were her descendants, born from the clump of her own magicules.

Of course, not all of them were hers. Only the oldest one were, and the younger ones were born from those older than them.

Satan stood up, "I'll keep this brief. From now on, I am your master."

That caused a stir as almost all demons declared their protest.

Satan expected this. After all, he just shows up randomly and declared that he would rule over them as the master.

As long as you have free will, you'd naturally try to rebel. That's just how it is.

He wanted to slowly persuade them, but Testarossa was far faster than him as she immediately flared up her aura, silencing every demon in the area.

"Silence! You lowlifes!" She gritted her teeth, her aura flickering wildly as if wanting to crush everything, "If Lord Satan doesn't have any use for you lot, I would've already erased you from this world for daring to question him!"

No, calm down a bit Testa. Is what Satan wanted to say, but he decided to remain silent. Well, at least this would made these demons behave and obey him quicker.

This woman seems to be as fierce as Alsiel …it wasn't a bad thing, mind you. He liked it even.

They were a good type of people to rile up his opponents, making them lose their cool and made them susceptible to making mistakes.

But this is enough for now.

Satan patted Testa on the shoulders, causing her to retract her aura and stared at him.

After a moment of silence, she nodded and bowed her head, taking a step back.

"I aim to conquer this land," said Satan, "for that, I need an army. You, as subordinates of Testarossa, the White Primordial, will be my first troops in my path to conquest."

They remained silent, though feeling excitement at the thought of going to war with other lineage and conquering the whole Hell.

Each lineage are pretty hostile to each other, and they have been fighting since time immemorial, with no clear winner.

"With that, I shall bestow all of you a 'name'. Be proud of the fact that from now on, you are no longer a nameless demon. But someone who earned a name befitting of your prowess."

Satan basked at the cheers of the White Lineage, with Testa smiling behind him, staring at his back with eyes full of admiration and devotion.

After everyone calmed down, Satan began the tedious tasked of naming ten thousand demons.

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Satan sat down on the bed that used to belong to Testarossa, with said demon leaning on the door and observing him.

He was exhausted. Naming ten thousand demons was certainly no easy task even for a current him.

But he has no time to rest, he wanted to test his other skills as well.

Unique Skill: Rule, a skill that allows him to dominate and rule over other skills. With this, he can force the skill to leave their possessor, cause them to not work, or even force them to transfer to him.

It was a broken skill that made all skills useless in front of him.

However, according to Testa, there is a more powerful skill type known as Ultimate Skills, and apparently, it is an unbendable rule that only Ultimate Skills can counter Ultimate Skills.

If Satan encountered any being with Ultimate Skills, he would be helpless.

So, he decided to get one himself.

How?

Well, when he asked Testarossa, she merely replied that she doesn't know, finding it useless since she was already confident of her strength.

So with a little bit of studying, Satan managed to figure out a way to attain it.

How?

It's simple.

Satan used 'Rule' to take complete control of his Unique Skill: Full Counter, and using his drowning magicules, he tried to forcefully cause it evolve.

[Notice. Conditions to evolve Unique Skill: Full Counter, has not been met.]

[Notice. Using Unique Skill: Rule, to forcefully evolve the Unique Skill: Full Counter …evolution complete.]

[Notice. Unique Skill: Full Counter has evolve into Ultimate Skill: Vengeful King, Lemures]

He grinned.

Testarossa noticed that something has changed in her master, but she didn't dwell on it too much when she realized that he had gotten stronger.

As for how, well, that's not for her to know.

After all, she's but a humble servant.