BRUTAL BEATING!

(POV. Rizevim Livan Lucifer.)

The shadows settle around me comfortably, as if tailor-made for me. No surprise, considering who I am.

My name is Rizevim Livan Lucifer, and from the moment I left my mother Lilith's womb, I knew I was destined for dark paths. The son of Lucifer himself, the King of Devils, and the first woman expelled from Eden - how could it be otherwise?

Evil runs in my veins, a dark and relentless force that shapes every fiber of my being. A lineage that carries as much pride as it does a burden. My existence is woven in the depths of the Underworld, on a loom of forbidden desires and unreachable ambitions.

Born of two of the most powerful and feared beings in the universe, from my first breath, I knew my path would be paved with challenges and expectations. Lucifer, my father, was the embodiment of pride and power, a fallen king who never left his throne in the hearts of his subjects. Lilith, my mother, was seduction and rebellion itself, a force of nature that refused submission.

And me? I am the fruit of this explosive union, a devil born to transcend the limits of evil, to explore the darkest corners of existence. I grew up among the flames of the Underworld, every day a lesson in power, manipulation, and above all, the true nature of evil.

The hissing of darkness, like a secret whispered in the night wind.

As I grew up in the underworld, I never questioned my purpose. I never wavered in my commitment to fully embrace the darkness dwelling within me. After all, this was my heritage, my legacy - to be a harbinger of chaos, an agent of destruction. GRRRMMM! I could hear the echoes of evil resonating with every beat of my demonic heart.

The weak may try to deny their dark natures, living among illusions of light and goodness. But me? I took pride in my true essence, letting evil consume me like a passionate lover. SHHHNK! The claws of darkness glided over me, tightening their somber embrace.

For many, evil is a choice, a decision made in a moment of weakness or despair. For me, it's a celebration of my essence, an affirmation of the freedom that only true chaos can provide. Representing pure evil is not just a part of my legacy; it's an art that I have perfected with dedication and pleasure.

In my heart, I know that being a devil is much more than spreading pain and suffering. It's understanding the complexity of human emotions, it's dancing on the edge between fascination and terror. Every act of evil I commit is a reflection of my existence, an eternal echo of the power my parents bestowed upon me.

A heart beating slowly, each beat resonating like a war drum in the depths of the Underworld.

Seeing fear in my victims' eyes, feeling their despair as I delivered relentless blows of cruelty - ah, that was truly sublime. A vicious shiver of pleasure coursed through me whenever I spread suffering and misery. ARRRRGGGHHH! The screams of the weak filled my ears like the sweetest melody.

For I would never stoop to the moral standards of fools and naive. Evil was my truth, my guide, my north. It was there from the beginning, defining my destiny before I could even walk. So why fight against it? Why try to suffocate the dark essence that gave meaning to my existence?

No, I would gladly embrace it. I would honor it with every action, every wicked choice I made. Evil was what moved me, what propelled me forward - a force so powerful and intense that it would easily consume any weaker being. FWOOOOMM!! Black flames danced around me as I let darkness flow freely.

Some might say that evil is destructive, a senseless path that leads only to emptiness. But they are wrong. To me, evil is the only unchanging truth, the only force that gives purpose to my existence. It's by grasping it, embracing every dark and cruel impulse, that I find meaning.

The path of the weak is to subjugate their natures, to repress their deepest desires. But me? I revel in releasing those impulses, allowing darkness to take full control. Only then can I truly live, breathe the addictive smoke of destruction I have sown. CRASSSHHH! The sound of collapsing buildings became my lullaby.

Some may call me a monster, a devil among devils. But I challenge them - I am the true and unblemished incarnation of what it means to be a devil! I embraced the evil that others fear, I drank from its dark depths like a man thirsty in the desert.

So yes, I am evil personified. And I wouldn't trade it for anything, for it's the only thing that gives meaning to my existence. Chaos, darkness, depravity - these are the forces that shape my relentless path. And anyone who crosses that path will soon learn to fear the name Rizevim Livan Lucifer.

GRAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! My demonic roar echoed through the depths of the underworld, shaking the very foundations of the realm. I was just beginning to fully embrace my dark legacy. And this world would soon feel the overwhelming power of a being who accepted evil at its core.

**

But at the same time, I felt something was missing to direct me. A direction. It was like a compass, unable to point north. Over the centuries, I witnessed empires fall and new kingdoms rise from the ashes. I saw love turn into hatred, hope fade into darkness. And in each of these turns of fate, I found my true joy, my true mission. To provoke discord, to challenge the limits of morality, all of this is part of who I am.

But, at the same time, there was always something missing, a piece of the puzzle I couldn't find. Watching Riser Phenex, I realized what it was: the ambition to shape the world according to my vision.

Watching Riser Phenex was like witnessing the walking incarnation of my own dark legacy. That boy had fire in his eyes, a burning flame of ambition and determination that would make the greatest devils envious. The more I studied him, the more inspired I became by his potential to cause chaos on a grand scale.

From an early age, I could see that Riser was not like the other weak and submissive children. No, he had a fierce willpower that bordered on obsession. The way he dedicated himself to perfecting every skill, every muscle tense with concentration - FWOOOSH! Flames crackled around him, obedient to his iron control.

"This is a devil worthy of my attention," I murmured to myself, watching him overcome opponents much older with his relentless fury. CRAAAACK! Bones snapped under his merciless blows.

But what truly impressed me was his sharp mind, his ability to coldly analyze every situation. Riser was not just a mindless brute; he was a true master strategist. I watched with growing admiration as he exploited every weakness, finding unexpected paths to victory amidst the chaos of battle.

CRRRUNNCH! The sound of his victory resonated like music to my corrupt ears. Yes, this devil had the potential to become something truly special - an agent of chaos on an unprecedented scale.

As Riser grew in power and ambition, so did my desire to have him corrupted by my side. Imagine what we could accomplish together - our relentless wills combined, unstoppable like a dark tide sweeping everything in its path. RUMMMBLE! The very underworld seemed to tremble under his feet as Riser challenged the old structures.

I could see the thirst for more in his blazing eyes, that perpetual hunger that only the truly wicked can understand. He was not satisfied with simply existing within the established bounds - no, Riser wanted more. He craved expansion, conquest on a monumental scale.

And it was this relentless ambition that drew me to him like a moth to a flame. How many other devils would content themselves with existing in a limited bubble set by the status quo? But not Riser. No, he had the vision of a true agent of chaos, someone who could bring transformation through "renewed destruction".

KAAA-KRAAAACCCKKK!!! Chaos spread around him like a plague, tearing down barriers and challenging conventions at every step he took. And I reveled in every disconcerting spectacle.

"Yes, Riser shall be my herald of spilled chaos," I decided, crafting insidious plans in my twisted mind. "With his power and limitless ambition by my side, there will be no limits to the turmoil we can unleash."

GRRRMMMMM! A dark evil sphere pulsed in my hands, reflecting my somber desires. I caressed it, almost lovingly, visualizing the paths through which Riser and I would spread destruction wherever we went.

A spark of incandescent inspiration ignited within me. Watching Riser overcome each obstacle with unwavering determination reminded me of the vastness of my own destructive potential. If this young devils could dare so boldly, then I, Rizevim Livan Lucifer, the supreme prince of darkness, would refuse to put limits on my sinful vision.

FSSSSSHHHHHHH!!! Black lightning began to dance around the room, incinerating everything it touched. I drank it in with wide eyes, savoring the acrid taste of chaos on the tip of my tongue. This was my true nature, the essence that drove me! To cause disintegration on an epic scale, allowing evil to flow freely without restraint.

GRAAAAHHHAAARRRRR!!! Another guttural roar escaped my throat as I released even more dark power into my veins. KA-KRAAACCCKKK-BOOOOMMMM!!! The ground began to crack and melt, unable to withstand the raw intensity of my unrestrained chaos.

Some might call me insane, a maniac lost in his own delusions of wicked grandeur. But they would be wrong. I was the only truly sane one, the only one willing to fully embrace the visceral darkness that dwelled in the core of every devil. And now that this new fire had been lit, I would not rest until I reduced this world to chaotic ashes!

MWAHAHAHAHAA!!! My demonic laughter echoed through the dark depths of the underworld, making the very foundations tremble. The weak may tremble before the spectacle of absolute darkness that I represented. But for Riser, and those like him, that darkness would be the driving force for a new era of unprecedented dissolution.

Yes, together we two would spread the purest chaos, embracing our demonic natures in a destructive dance of endless conquest. And nothing, no one, could stop us from fulfilling our true and dark destiny. This world was doomed to be our battleground - a monumental stage for the apocalypse we would bring with our own hands!

GRAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH-BOOOOOOMMMM!!! A violet shockwave exploded from my body as I let out a roar of pure chaotic fury. Darkness didn't just run through my veins, it DEFINED me, shaped me at every moment. I was the living embodiment of dissolution, a furious vortex of evil that would suck in everything in its path!

Yes, this was my true mission! Not just to provoke chaos and misery, but to completely revolutionize the natural order, tear down the old structures, and lead this world to a new apocalyptic dawn. A dawn under the sign of Rizevim Livan Lucifer, the Supreme Prince of Limitless Evil!

KAAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!! (A/N: I hope I was able to express how "well" mentally Rizevim is. As you can all see, his sanity is not one of his defining features.)

**

(Pov. Of Riser Phenex.)

You wondered what was happening at this moment. Well. After I returned to my home. In the world of DXD. I soon started my System. I had to do a lot of explaining. How I disappeared and why. But I kept most of the information I could. Unfortunately, it would be impossible to say that the girls I brought were from our worlds. Which clearly wasn't.

Bang Bang Bang!

And these sounds of punches? Well. It was an unfortunate challenger for the hand of my fiancée. Apparently, there were rumors going around that I wasn't all that. Even though I had already demonstrated my great potential for weapon creation, as well as technologies for our world.

Unfortunately for the ungrateful one who challenged me. I had to make him an example. So that there would be no more challenges. Everything that occurred in this fight can be summarized in just. In a unilateral massacre. As well as a brutal beating that one child was providing to another. And this was being televised nationally, or in this case, throughout the underworld and Devil.net.

The atmosphere was charged with tension and electricity. The bright spotlights shone on the arena, the heat from the reflectors suffocating. I could feel the fixed gazes of all the high devil society on me, watching every move with morbid eagerness.

Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas lay before me, his noble robes in bloodied tatters. He gasped and spat out a gush of black blood, his eyes half-closed staring at me with intense hatred. A foolish challenge for the hand of my fiancée, Seekvaira Agares, was all that motivated this one-sided confrontation.

CRACK! With a casual movement, I stepped on his wrist, feeling the fragile bones crush under the leather of my shoe. Zephyrdor let out a roar of agony, the sound almost animalistic in pure pain filling me with dark satisfaction.

"Did you really think you could challenge me and go unpunished?" I spat the words with disdain, leaning over to watch him collapse at my feet. "I, who represent the utmost glory of the Phenex lineage?"

SMASH! My fist connected with his jaw in a wet crunch of cartilage and broken teeth. Zephyrdor swung back, blood gushing in a dark arc from his wide-open mouth.

"Pathetic," I roared, twirling my fists as I prepared for the next blow. "You are nothing but an insignificant worm before me."

From the corner of my eye, I could see the shocked faces of the devil nobility, their expressions shifting from revulsion to sick fascination. They were accustomed to violence, but my ruthless brutality surprised and seduced them at the same time.

CRUNCH! My foot found his exposed ribs, sinking into them with the force of a pneumatic hammer. A spray of blood and bone fragments flew through the air as I heard the sweet sound of his lungs being crushed. He writhed and arched before me, a grotesque and pathetic ragdoll of flesh and shattered bones.

I raised my chin, my eyes sweeping the crowd in a silent challenge. They might cloak themselves in flowery words and their antiquated codes of honor, but I embodied the true face of the underworld. Raw, merciless, relentless in the pursuit of power.

A fierce smile curled my lips as I turned back to Zephyrdor. The poor wretch was trembling at my feet, his eyes bulging in an agonizing frenzy of pain beyond comprehension. I reveled in that look - the blinding shine of absolute terror that preceded the total loss of sanity.

SLAM! My boot met his temple, the polished leather connecting with his fragile skull like a mallet. A simple, yet devastating touch, which left him staggering and bleeding from the face. I could have easily ended his misery with that blow, but where would the fun be in that?

No, I wanted Zephyrdor to taste every bit of humiliation and despair I could inflict. A lesson for all the fools who dared challenge my reign.

With a guttural roar, I grabbed a handful of his sweat and blood-soaked hair. I lifted his head to force those bleary eyes to meet mine, wanting him to see the genuine pleasure I took in tearing him apart.

"This is what happens when you challenge a Phenex," I hissed, my voice echoing in the shocked arena. "This is true power."

WHAM! My fist exploded against his face in a relentless succession of blows. Black blood and saliva flew in all directions as I hammered mercilessly into his soft flesh. The bones in his jaws cracked and gave way, transforming his features into a disfigured mask of pain and agony.

But I didn't stop there. No, I was just warming up.

CRAAACK! With a wicked twist, I broke his arm at an unnatural angle. The grotesque sound of bones breaking filled the air, punctuated by Zephyrdor's piercing screams of agony. A sound as sweet as music.

I continued, relentless, feeling an unmatched ecstasy in reducing that scrap of scum to a bloodied and unrecognizable mass of lacerated flesh. Each punch, each broken bone, each scream of agony served only to amplify my euphoria. This was my element, my true self.

A god of sadistic carnage.

When I finally desisted from his limp and ravaged form, a sepulchral silence hung over the arena. The previously arrogant witnesses avoided my eyes, pale and trembling with the savage intensity I displayed. They had seen the true face of the underworld that night - the dark and primal aspect of depravity they so feared.

I smiled broadly, the adrenaline and perverse delight coursing through my veins like addictive fuel. This was a demonstration, just a glimpse of the carnage I was willing to unleash to secure my supremacy.

I raised my arms in a grand gesture, my fists still pulsing and stained with the devil blood of my victim. A sadistic spectacle for my faithful followers and obedient subjects.

"Remember well this day," my voice thundered through the walls of the arena in triumphant tone. "For this is the new order that will govern this world, my order! Those who challenge me will know only infinite suffering!"

A wave of hesitant and fearful acclaim echoed through the crowd, the fear in their eyes as delicious as any victory. Yes, they had learned their lesson. I was their master now - a supreme commander of terror and domination who would not hesitate to beat submission into their souls.

This night marked a new dawn for the underworld. A crimson dawn, where the blood of the weak would serve as ink for my supreme glory. And no one, absolutely no one, would dare challenge the reign of the Blood Phoenix again.

(A/N: as for character development, we can see him progressing to become more brutal. he didn't kill the Devil. but he made a good example. we'll see in the next chapter. how it came to this. the fight between the two.)