Devil Sword Mammon - His Bloodline

"Devil swords..." Medea looked at the black blade, slightly curved with six golden rings, each heavier than the previous, along the blunt edge.

"In the beginning, there were Seven Gods and Seven Demons."

'It's too different. The church teaches of only Varon!'

Medea looked at his reaction with a gentle smile. She understood the teachings of the church of Light all too well.

However, people across the five continents worshipped the seven gods. Medea didn't care because the gods were the ones who cursed humans with the Agmar.

"Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodea, Levia, Baal, Satan, Abaddon."

She tapped his blade, sparks of rejection pushing her away each time. "This blade is one of the seven blades said to be used by the Devil's champion." 

"What does that mean?"

Sigurd knew nothing about the devils or their lore. His mother gave him this pendant, which confused him. She said nothing about it other than that it was a family heirloom.

Medea didn't respond. Instead, her blue flames began whirling, dancing along with her body as she gave a charming smile.

"In shadows deep, where tales are spun,

The Devil Sword Mammon, under the moon and sun.

With golden rings, a blade so keen,

Only the chosen, its power seen."

Her song was fascinating, with its soft, charming melody mixed with Medea's dancing, filled with light hops and twirls. 

Sigurd felt the sword within his grasp vibrating with delight as red runes lit along the blade, causing him to grip it tight.

"Mammon's might, a dark embrace,

In Devil's flames, champions they trace.

Rejected by some, by others adored,

Mammon's chosen forever adored."

He could read the runes thanks to the grimoire inside his mind, suddenly realising that it was indeed the Devil Sword - Mammon.

However, what made him even more unsettled was his devil's name being the same as the one mentioned by Medea.

He wanted to learn more, but first, he must become stronger.

"Haa... Haa... I'm out of breath! What a lovely song~ hehe." 

Medea finally finished with a light sweat upon her brow as her blue flames twirled around her pointed hat.

The pair looked at each other while Sigurd struggled to avoid peeking into her damp cleavage and alluring thigh slit.

"I will go complete the task you asked of me. Can we talk more about the devils later?"

"Of course~ by the way, each which serves a single devil when they awaken."

"Oh? Is this information private?" 

"Mhm~ work hard, and big sister will tell you her lord." 

"I'll do my best."

Sigurd walked towards the western forest; the ground was soft, and the entire forest always made him feel at ease.

'I still wish to help them. I feel that mother's soul is guiding me.' He thought, holding the sword in his right hand with a tight grip.

'It's strange that without practice, I instinctively know how to cast my magic without training or guidance...'

Overwhelmed, Sigurd stopped moving. The sun setting from above him shone a beautiful red light across the dark forest, bringing life to the eerie expansion able to see the distant animals and monsters.

"Let's go."

He took a deep breath, grasping Mammon tightly.

"Let's see. What spell should I attempt? Which is easiest to master, and how much energy will it drain?" 

Even during his days as a forced slave at the church, Sigurd would make all efforts to understand his abilities clearly before a mission. 

Since the enemies were further along the path, he focused his mind on moving his energy, not to make a spell, but he found the more he tried to control the energy, the easier it became to start and stop.

'Practise makes perfect, even if I seem to have talent, huh? My energy restores quite fast; is this normal? I will ask Medea later. There are too many things to learn about myself.'

"Well. It's mine to abuse now, haha. Who cares if it's fair?"

Sigurd's lips curled into a smile before he saw a small group of monsters in the distance, unlike animals.

Even the weakest and most cowardly monsters of the same type would attack relentlessly.

"The Appa trees in the forest seem very healthy, compared to the ones near the church or when I lived in the barracks... This village looks dead to normal humans, but to think they have the app's the size of a grown man's fist."

'What could cause it?'

Immediately after he noticed the trees, a small group of dog-sized rabbits crawled out of the grass with small blunt horns on their heads.

"More Horn Rabbits!"

Startled by his voice, the group of four spread out, surrounding his front, their soft and scraggy fur fluttering quickly. 

Normally, some kept them as pets, but wild Horn Rabbits were ferocious.

'These guys normally eat stray cats or dogs despite being so cute.'

Their pink noses wiggled, inhaling Sigurd's scent before opening their mouth and baring their sharp fangs.

"If you wish to die, come closer!"

In less than a second, his left hand created a sharp black spike covered in an emerald flame rather than Lanza. It was more like a shard, but Sigurd believed this was a good start when learning the Lanza modification.

He felt quite excited that he didn't get it the first time, wanting to try it more and more, even if it caused his body to burn with a strange heat.

"Awesome!"

Dark energy bubbled from within his chest. Like a black mist, it covered the Devil Sword—Mammon like a thick, sticky ichor before burning with a brilliant green flame. This spell seemed to drain his energy slowly. 

'So this is the basic spell I first used, Enchantment.'

His left hand swiped across the air. While setting up his sword defensively, he pointed towards the Rabbit to the far left, snapping his fingers.

Instantly, the Noctra Shard shot through the air, penetrating the Horn Rabbit's chest. The green flames entered its body while its eyes rolled back and collapsed.

A shockwave spread from the rabbit, killing its comrades and Sigurd's clothes fluttering, his hair becoming a mess.

'What is this strange feeling of something entering my body?'

Sigurd thought to himself before facing the last Horn Rabbit with his black golden ring broadsword.

Once again, dark green flames covered Mammon. Sigurd dashed forth, swinging horizontally, beheading the Horn Rabbit despite its attempt to evade; instantly, its small furry corpse collapsed—death silent and quick.

Once again, a strange sensation entered his body—a feeling that part of the horn rabbits had turned into his food. He devoured them somehow.

"Phew... Let's collect the apples and find some deer to hunt for food. It seems my strength is much higher than the Horn Rabbit level, at least."

Sigurd mumbled before approaching the Appa tree, grabbing ten green and ten red Appa.

His gaze narrowed, trying to focus his improved vision, hoping the distant animals were the monsters he was searching for, but Monstro Deer were a world apart from the Horn Rabbit, so he made sure not to release his focus.

⁜ Medea POV

Near where Sigurd hunted the Horn Rabbit, a single switch in black hovered in the air on a staff.

"Umu, good work, my handsome apprentice. He is doing well, don't you think, Miss Miao?" 

A small rag doll cat stretched on the hood of her witch hat, her eyes narrowing before flicking away from Medea's and Sigurd's direction, once again curling back to sleep.

"I think we should monitor him. He seems special."

Suddenly, a strange change happened. The lovely fair skin of Medea turned pitch black, her eyes glowing golden, and an eerie shadow covered her entire form. Even Miss Miao snarled.

"Or Dangerous; we should kill him."

"Medea, you are too weak. This boy is like the other men! We must kill! Torture and make them pay!!"

Instantly, a blue flame burst from the necklace on Medea's chest before she gasped, almost falling from her staff, covered in sweat. "Haa... Haa... Don't come out... Don't come out! He is different!"

"Abyss... keep sleeping, and don't leave without my permission!"

The witch Medea hovered, hearing no reply, as her shoulders trembled, even now, panting from the terrifying experience while trying to find Sigurd again, but this time reluctant to follow too closely.