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He turned his attention inward, to his thoughts. There were two days left before his plan to confront the Khaos Brigade began. He needed to add another capable subordinate to his team, a subordinate who had been a part of his plan all along. He had a specific person in mind, a person who is powerful and capable of infiltrating khaos brigade that he needed. A person from the Belial Clan.
He raised his hand, and with a single, elegant gesture, a servant, dressed in the Azeroth Clan's black and crimson uniform, materialized before him.
"My Lord," the servant said, his voice a hushed whisper.
"Send a message to the Belial Clan," Algernon commanded, his voice a low, powerful rumble. "Tell them that I will be visiting them in a few hours. I have a proposition for them."
The servant bowed his head, his loyalty absolute. "As you command, My Lord."
Algernon's eyes, filled with a quiet, terrifying ambition, watched the servant vanish.
Algernon sat motionless for a beat, his eyes scanning the empty throne room. He had a proposition for the Belial Clan, a proposition that would be impossible for then to refuse. If they can't see obvious benefits then they can only follow naberius clan.
Just as he was about to use his newly acquired power to teleport, a voice, soft and melodious, echoed from behind him. "Nya, I thought I would find you here, ~Darling."
Algernon turned, and his eyes met Kuroka's. She stood in the doorway, her black hair a cascade across her shoulders. Her usual playful smile was gone, replaced by a look of awe and a hint of fear. She had sensed the change in him, the immense power that had filled the castle.
"You're different," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Your aura... it's like a star."
Algernon's smirk was subtle. "A king's power should be absolute, Kuroka. I have mastered the power of space now. I am a Super Devil."
Kuroka's eyes widened. She had been asleep recovering from her fatigue of last night and she had felt the change in him. She walked toward him, her hands surrounding his neck naturally.
"What are you doing here, ~Darling?" she asked, her voice a low, serious rumble. "You have just become a Super Devil. You should be resting."
Algernon replied, his voice a low, powerful rumble. "I have a proposition for the Belial Clan, a proposition that will either make them my subordinates or make them perish."
Kuroka's eyes narrowed. "The Belial Clan? They have worthless trait in their blood and are of pure blood, ~Darling. They will not be easy to deal with, Nya."
"I have a plan for everything," Algernon replied, his voice a low, confident rumble. "I will not rest until I can't see the end."
Kuroka's eyes, filled with a quiet, terrifying ambition, met his. She nodded. "Then I will be the one who makes sure to be with you till the end, nya."
Algernon smiled. "Then let's go come with me, my little wife."
The conversation in the throne room concluded with a final, shared look of determination. Algernon, with Kuroka by his side, raised a hand. With a subtle flick of his wrist, a complex magic circle, shimmering with the silver light of his new power, materialized beneath their feet. He wasn't just teleporting; he was bending space itself, a new, effortless power that felt as natural as breathing.
In the blink of an eye, the throne room vanished, replaced by a lush, manicured garden under a twilight sky. Algernon had bypassed the usual Underworld travel and had, with a thought, created a gateway directly to the Belial Clan's territory.
Hours had passed as they made their way toward the main estate. The Belial Clan's home was a masterpiece of architectural manipulation, a sprawling estate that was both beautiful and deceptive.
The paths were a labyrinth of false turns and confusing geometry, designed to disorient intruders. But Algernon, a master of space, simply walked in a straight line, the very fabric of reality bending to his will.
They arrived at the estate's main gates. The gates themselves were a work of art, a series of intricate, interlocking gears that opened with a soft, mechanical hum. The guards, dressed in formal, elegant black suits, were there to greet him. They were respectful but also cautious. They were observing him, trying to figure out his true intentions.
"Lord Azeroth," a guard said, his voice a low, respectful whisper. "Lord Belial is expecting you."
Algernon simply nodded. He was not here to be welcomed.
He walked through the gates and into the estate. The head of the Belial Clan, a man who exuded a sense of dangerous charm and cunning, was waiting for him.
Lord Belial had a long list of complaints ready. He intended to scold Algernon for his arrogance, for his lack of respect for tradition, and for coming in such short notice. But as Algernon and Kuroka stepped into his presence, the words died in his throat.
A wave of pure, unadulterated power washed over him, not as an overt display of force, but as an almost subconscious, effortless aura. It was the aura of a Super Devil, a power so vast and so immense that it made the very air feel heavy.
He felt a profound sense of crisis, a cold, terrifying certainty that he was standing before a being of unimaginable strength. And beside him, his gaze fell upon Kuroka. Her aura, though less refined, was just as potent, a clear sign that she had reached the level of a Demon King.
His carefully crafted facade of arrogance crumbled. His complaints, his prepared speeches, his carefully laid plans—all of it meant nothing in the face of this kind of power. He swallowed his words, his face a mask of shock and awe.
"Lord Azeroth," Lord Belial said, his voice a low, respectful whisper. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard a great deal about you. You name certainly resounds through the underworld now."
Algernon's smirk was subtle. "And I've heard a great deal about you, Lord Belial. I believe we have much to discuss."
Lord Belial swallowed, his gaze a mix of caution and respect. "Please, Lord Azeroth, come in. This is not a conversation for the gates." He gestured toward the estate, his initial arrogance replaced by a quiet professionalism.
Algernon simply nodded. He and Kuroka followed Lord Belial into the estate.
Lord Belial's cold, analytical gaze didn't waver. He gestured for Algernon and Kuroka to take a seat on one of the plush, velvet sofas in the drawing room. A servant, a subtle flicker of magic in his movements, appeared with a tray of refreshments.
"I must admit, Lord Azeroth," Belial began, his tone a dry, almost casual one that belied the tension in the room. "To defeat Falbium and establish a new Pillar House... it's unprecedented. To defeat Riser Phenex so completely, with a single pawn... it's a spectacle the likes of which we haven't seen in centuries."
Algernon took a sip from his tea, his expression calm. "Spectacle is a tool, Lord Belial," he said, his voice a low, confident rumble. "It's a way to get people to pay attention. It seems to have worked."
Belial smiled, a thin, humorless line. "Indeed. But as a person InCharge of newly formed house, I presume, does not have much free time. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
Before Algernon could reply, the door to the drawing room opened, and a servant announced, "My Lord, dinner is served."
Belial stood, gesturing to the door with an air of practiced hospitality. "Please, Lord Azeroth, join me for a meal. I believe a conversation of this nature is best had over a more... relaxed setting. I'm afraid my kitchen is more impressive than my drawing room."
Algernon and Kuroka followed him to a lavish dining room, where a magnificent feast was laid out on a long, mahogany table. The air was filled with the rich aroma of exotic meats and spices.
As they took their seats, with Algernon sitting directly across from Lord Belial, a profound silence descended upon the room. The moment of polite, casual conversation was over.
Algernon, his crimson eyes holding a terrifying, cold certainty, put down his fork. "Lord Belial," he began, his voice a low, confident rumble. "I'm here for a purpose which can affect house Belial."
Lord Belial's smile vanished. He placed his hands on the table, his posture radiating a dangerous calm. "I am listening."
"I am here to meet your son, the former clan head and current champion of ratting games, Diehauser Belial," Algernon replied, his voice a low, cold whisper. "I wish you can invite him to join us to this meal."
Lord Belial didn't flinch. His eyes, sharp and analytical, studied Algernon for a long moment. He had heard of Algernon's confidence, but this was on another level.
"My son is a very busy man, Lord Azeroth," Belial replied, his voice still calm, a hint of curiosity in his tone. "He has his own affairs to attend to. What business could a new Pillar House have with the champion of the rating games?"
Algernon replied, his smirk subtle. "I have a present and proposition for him, a proposition that will change his fate forever. It's a choice only he can make."
Belial leaned back in his chair, a look of genuine intrigue now on his face.
He reached for a small, enchanted bell on the table and rang it once. A maid, her face a mask of professionalism, appeared in the doorway. "Summon my son, Diehauser Belial, and inform him he has a guest."
The maid bowed and vanished. The silence in the room was now absolute, thick with a profound, unspoken tension.
The heavy silence in the dining room was shattered by the sound of footsteps. The door opened, and a figure entered, his presence radiating an aura of calm, controlled power. He was a man with short, gray hair and a face that was both handsome and serene. His eyes, held a quiet intensity that spoke of immense power and a deep, thoughtful mind. This was Diehauser Belial, the champion of the rating games.
He walked to the table, his serene gaze falling on Algernon. He offered a polite, respectful nod. "Father, you asked to see me. And it seems we have a guest."
Algernon's crimson eyes, holding a terrifying, cold certainty, didn't waste a moment. "Diehauser Belial," he said, his voice a low, confident rumble. "I'm here for a purpose that affects your house, and I believe that purpose is a direct result of your own choices."
Diehauser's calm demeanor vanished. His serene expression was replaced by a look of profound, unwavering seriousness. He stared at Algernon, a silent question in his green eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Lord Belial roared, his face a mask of shock and fury. "My son is the rating game champion! He is a symbol of our pride! What choices could he have made that affect us?!"
Seeing his outburst, kuroka was ready to make a move on the side.
"He has made choices that affect us all," Algernon replied, his voice a low, cold whisper. "He has joined a terrorist organization named Khaos Brigade thereby, betraying the demon race."
Lord Belial's furious roar died in his throat. He stared at Algernon in stunned disbelief, unable to process the accusation. He looked at his son, his eyes pleading for a denial.
Diehauser, however, remained motionless. He simply stared at Algernon, his serene expression replaced by a look of profound, unwavering seriousness. "How do you know?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
Algernon replied, his voice a low, cold whisper. "I know of your pain, and I know of your reason. I know that you did this because you know the Old Devil Council dealt with your cousin because she discovered the secret of the King Piece."
Diehauser's face, a mask of aristocratic control, shattered. A flash of pure, unadulterated pain crossed his features, a look he had not shown anyone in years. He stared at Algernon, his eyes filled with a dawning, terrifying realization.
"So, you know everything..." he murmured, his voice a low, defeated whisper.
Lord Belial, standing at the head of the table, froze in place.
Diehauser's confession hung in the air, a final, brutal truth. He looked at his father, his eyes filled with a pain that was both ancient and new. "They killed her, Father," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "They didn't just deal with her; they killed her. She discovered the secret of the King Piece, a secret that would have shaken the credibility of rating games. They killed her to prevent it from spreading, and they made us all believe it was done by church."
He looked at Algernon, his eyes filled with overwhelming anger. "The Old Devil Council has no honor. They believe they are above the rules. But I will make them pay. I have joined the Khaos Brigade to burn them and their reputation to the ground. I will make them suffer the way she suffered. I will make them pay for their crimes."
Just as the fury in his voice reached its peak, a soft, shimmering light erupted in the center of the room. A figure, a young woman with short, gray hair and a face that was both beautiful and serene, materialized from the light. She was dressed in a simple, elegant gown, and her eyes, a striking shade of gray, were filled with a mix of confusion. It was Cleria Belial, Diehauser's cousin, the woman the Old Devil Council had "dealt with" and the woman algernon saved in kouh town.