Chapter 232

[Finally. He's finally dead.]

He was one of few, but Dagan Vapula was one of the main supporters for her father's deployment in the war against the Aryans. His death was a bit too quick for her liking, but he was dead nonetheless. And that was the most important thing.

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"Elders of the devil race. This is my sister, Aurelia von Drachenburg. In the future, she may be interested in working alongside your clans. When that moment comes, treat her better than your mother because I promise you this. If I receive notice that you, your clan heir, clan head, or anyone else mistreated her, I will end them. Even if it is your ancestor…"

His gaze hovered over the elders before it stopped at an elder belonging to the Bael Clan.

"...or progenitor."

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Silence…

"""..."""

Igor was daring. Too daring. In fact, what he said was outrageous. His actions were already incomprehensible, but implying that he would kill the Bael Clan's progenitor was…it was too much!

"Am I understood?"

"..."

The elder of the Bael clan couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and glared at Igor with a very hateful gaze.

"NO! YOU'RE GOING TOO FAR, DIMORI!"

He was absolutely writhing with fury. Zekram Bael was their honoured progenitor, their ancestor who led the Bael Clan to its current status. He was their god! Under no circumstances could the elder tolerate such insolence anymore.

"Sirzechs! How long do you plan to continue this farce?! You think using Aryan scum will-"

Much faster than the elder could ever hope to react, Igor rushed forward and grabbed him by the top of his head.

"If I am correct, you are Zelithor Bael. You are nearing almost three thousand years in age."

Slowly, Igor used his hand to squeeze his skull.

"How is it that you are so old, yet so stupid?"

"Argh!"

Zelithor gritted his teeth, but he didn't hide his venomous gaze.

"You think killing a pawn like Dagan would scare me? Would scare us? I've already seen through your plans. You cannot afford to kill me. Now, be a good dog and let me go right this instan-ah!"

Creeeeaaaaak…

"Ah...ah…aaaaaah!"

Gradually, Igor's already tight grip around Zelithor's skull tightened even further. Without fan or fervour, he was slowly crushing his head.

"Aaaaaaah! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

He wouldn't stop. No matter what, Igor wouldn't stop. Someone like Zelithor is someone who cannot be left alive.

*CRACK!*

A large snap resounded throughout the room…along with Zelithor's screeching wail.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

A part of his skull caved in. It had deformed under the crown of Igor's fingers. Unfortunately, no matter how luscious and full his well-kept raven hair was, the budding deformities could not be hidden.

"Please stop! PLEAAASE!"

For once in his life, Zelithor wished he was a human, a species he always viewed as inferior. Because right now, his devilish vitality was preventing him from falling unconscious.

Igor stared at him with an impassive yet utterly ruthless gaze. Torturing a man like this did not cause any ripples in his heart. In fact, the moment Zelithor called him a dog, he already had the conviction to end him.

"I want every single one of you to pay attention."

Zelithor's eyes were bloodshot as tears streaked out. The side of his head was trickling concerning amounts of blood that stained Igor's thumb.

"I want you to listen to his screams."

"AAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"

"This is what happens…"

*Craaaaaaack…*

"...when you refuse to acknowledge power."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

CRACK!

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Silence…

Under everyone's, absolutely everyone's shocked gazes, Igor sheathed his fingers inside Zelithor's skull. He heartlessly crushed his skull like a piece of paper. Zelithor's arms fell limply to his sides. Blood oozed down his neck and stained his suit.

The only sound that could be heard was the sound of blood dripping from the tips of his fingers. Such an event stunned everyone present. Even the present satans didn't expect such a scene, much less Aurelia.

She could see how calm he was as he took a life once more. But more than that, she could see the revulsion in his eyes. It wasn't at himself, but at the devils present. For Igor who prided strength above all, for him who fought in multiple wars against seasoned opponents, this entire group of weak millennia-old beings repulsed him to the core.

"I don't think some of you understood your current situation."

Plop!

He dropped Zelithor's corpse on the table without care.

"Your surname, your position, your backing…all of it doesn't matter to me."

His eyes slowly turned red.

"Your useless politics will not work on me. Your importance to devil society is irrelevant to me."

Vast amounts of killing intent began to fill the room.

"You are lowlife scum, weak rabble that should not have been allowed to live this long."

His killing intent was starting to suffocate them.

"Were it not for Sirzechs's request, I would've killed every single one of you."

Igor felt complete abhorrence for these elders. They lived such long lives, yet he could clearly feel even the Low Class stray that almost killed him years ago could kill most of them. The Astaroth elder, the one that he hoped would atleast have some amount of power was just as much a failure in his eyes.

"Pathetic."

They had no strength. They had no will. They had no spine. They were a complete disgrace. He could see the fear in their eyes. They were strong when he walked in. They eyed him like a possession. Dagan, the elder he killed first had even muttered about putting him in a peerage.

As if he would ever allow that!

"I will say this once to all of you. As far as I am concerned, you will be slaves…dogs, from now. Sirzechs is your master. Ajuka is your master. Serafall is your master. Falbium is your master. All of the Four Satans are your masters from today onwards. When they issue an order, you will be obedient like the filthy mutts you are."

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His face scrunched in fury when he saw some of them show signs of resistance. He was angry, furious that they even dared to harbour silent resistance. They were weak and weak-willed. They had no choice but to obey!

FUUUUSH!

Immediately, he flooded the entire room with killing intent so thick, so full of murder that some elders outright collapsed to the floor.

*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*

They felt as if they were being choked. The oppressive nature of Igor's genuine desire to murder all of them showed itself in a very violent fashion.

Serafall was worried, worried that if this carried on, they would all die. As much as she wished for it, they couldn't die yet, not while most of them had not been properly uprooted.

"Dimori-san! Stop!"

"..."

There was an audible pause. Igor's expression was very ugly. For a short moment, he briefly looked over his shoulder before slowly, he relinquished his killing intent.

If there were any elders who didn't love Serafall, now they existed. Those who had fallen over quickly picked themselves up. They did not voice their complaints nor did they dare to make eye-contact with the blonde.

In such a situation, everyone kept their heads low. Elders from the Glaysa-Labolas, Astaroth, Sitri, and other clans aligned with the current Four Satans were not let off the hook…because they also weren't innocent.

The Sitri elder had looked at Serafall a few times but was ignored. When he was thoroughly doused under Igor's oppressive aura, he as well as other elders realised that the Satans knew of their secret dealings with other clans.

Under such a realisation, none of them dared to have the same haughtiness as the now-dead Bael elder.

"Elders of each clan. If you disagree with becoming a tool, now is your chance to object and die honourably."

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There was silence. None of them dared to object. They had grievances in their hearts, but they would not voice them even if they had ten guts and twenty livers.

"Tch."

Once again, they proved how spineless they were. Strong against the weak and weak against the strong.

"I'm done with you wastes. Behave well, follow orders, and you will get to keep your worthless lives."

Su!

In a burst of speed, he appeared right at the back where there was an empty seat. To the complete detriment of the elders, he took his seat and it seemed he would not get up anytime soon.

"The stage is yours, sister. Do as you please."

"Thank you, my lord."

The atmosphere was tense. There were two terribly mutilated corpses in the room. Blood was soaking into the carpets and Sirzechs was…smiling?

Indeed, the Crimson Satan was smiling. Not just him, even Ajuka had a faint smile on his face. Igor did a much better job than they could've ever hoped for. Sirzechs initially estimated that five elders would have to die today before dominance could be established. He never thought that Igor would be so menacing that just two corpses would be enough to completely and thoroughly tame them.

Losing the Bael elder was a bit of an unexpected occurrence, but not a cumbersome one. That old fox was usually very quiet in his seat. Who knew he would obediently stick out his head for it to get squished?

And his death was a resounding success for him and his fellow satans.

[Now that they know even the Baels won't be pardoned, it'll be much easier for us to uproot all of them.]

They just had to carefully issue a series of small laws that would result in cumulative changes. For now though, they would start off with a bang so that this incident would be…covered up.

[Once the law concerning peerages is passed, the resulting scandal would be so huge that Igor could eliminate them all and no one would care.]

Of course, they couldn't allow Igor to do that. Atleast…not until they absorbed all the assets and resources the elders had accumulated. For now, they could be used to pass the peerage law for general appeal. Since this concerned peerages, Clan Heads would be required to come and vote for the final passing of this law.

But by then it would be too late. The general populace would already be aware of it and by then, Serafall would've marketed the new Peerage Overhaul System. The pressure for this law to be passed would not be something that Clan Heads could overrule.

[Truly, this is a blessing.]

Change was drawing closer and Sirzechs could smell it in the air.

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AN

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Alright. I think I'm coming around to this. I am gradually accepting that this smiley-faced Igor who cares for his family and desires fights like golddiggers desire money can become frighteningly cruel should the situation desire it.