In 7th Hell
"Finally, you have come... FATHER."
– The King of Hell stood right behind Diabol. His body was large and bulky.
"Diabol, why did you go to that galaxy without telling anyone—and now you—"
Diabol laughed, turning to face the Demon King.
"Hahaha… Father, why don't you go and rest for some time… haha."
The Demon King grew a little angry seeing Diabol's behavior.
"Diabol, you are going to become the next Demon King. You should watch your actions more—or I will kill you," he said with a serious tone.
"Hahaha… King of Demons, King of Hell… what a small post. Father, do you really think you can even touch me?... hahaha," Diabol said in a teasing tone.
The Demon King started walking toward Diabol. His eyes turned full dark red, and a dark aura began to swirl around him.
– He stood right in front of Diabol.
Diabol smiled.
"Father, do you really think you can defeat me?" he said with wide eyes and a grin.
"Diabol, don't you dare think just because you became an 11th dimension being, you can kill me."
Diabol also began releasing his aura.
– Power up. Summon a spear.
"So then… let's see who's going to kill the other," Diabol said in a heavy tone with a smile.
– Both raised their weapons.
Weapon clash.
– Smoke clouded everything. Only one figure stood while the other was thrown away across many dimensions.
– Diabol smiled with a half-destroyed spear.
"Hahaha… Father, you really thought you could kill me? Hahaha…"
Many guards appeared, taking battle positions in front of Diabol. One of them said:
"Young Lord, please lower your weapon and come with us. You, go check if our King is okay."
Diabol wasn't scared—he kept smiling. With a single snap of his fingers, all the guards fell to the ground due to the enormous pressure.
"Hmph. You really think you can stand in front of me? Get lost."
– All the guards ran away and took the Demon King with them. Diabol walked to a mountain far away from the palace.
– Sat on the edge of a cliff.
Singing: "Finally, I can take some rest here." – He lay down and stared at the galaxy."Luceniel… hehehe… I hope you're okay. I'm waiting for you to awaken so I can meet you," he said with a smile and laughed.
Inside the Demon King's palace
"My Lord, are you okay now?" a demon priest asked.
– The Demon King was badly injured. A deep wound slashed across his chest. He was out of breath.
Groaning. Slams hand on the throne.
"Diabol… you really think you can get away from me? Even if you become a 12th-dimension being, I will take all your power and make you my lowest slave in Hell."
"My Lord, please calm down. The young Lord is not against you. Please don't get angry and get some rest."
– In rage, the Demon King began releasing his dark aura. Everyone nearby began feeling stronger due to the dense energy.
"My Lord, please stop! If you continue to release your aura, it will only cost you more time!" he begged in a hurry.
– The Demon King stopped releasing his aura.
Groaning. Breathing heavy.
"Go and call my third and fourth sons right now. I know why Diabol's behavior is getting worse."
– Guards knelt and ran off toward their rooms to summon them.
Elsewhere – Azren's Study
A boy sat surrounded by books. He looked like a 7-year-old, with black hair and red pupils. A guard knelt before him.
"Lord Azren, I'm sorry to disturb your reading time. Your father calls for you. Please come with me," he said with respectful fear.
– Azren didn't reply. His full focus remained on the book.
– He finally closed it, stood up, stretched, and slowly walked toward the Demon King's room—expressionless.
Elsewhere – The Hell of Souls
A dark chamber where thousands of souls were chained. Demons tortured them with lava sticks. Screams echoed. Millions of souls walked barefoot on lava. If any stopped, demons devoured them or poured hot oil over them.
"I have to find Lord Kaivar, or I'll get stuck here in this dark place too…"
– Suddenly, a red demon appeared behind him with a tail, horns, and full white eyes.
In a deep, slow tone: "Why are you here?"
– The guard fell to his knees from the pressure.
He turned to see someone holding a red whip with a wicked smile.
"Lord Kaivar, forgive me… but your father has summoned you. Please go and see him."
– The pressure stopped. The guard collapsed.
"I was having fun torturing souls. Looks like Diabol did something again…" Kaivar vanished.
Back in the Demon King's Palace – Throne Room
Everyone was whispering about Diabol.
"My Lord, you should have done something about Diabol," said an old demon, walking with a cane, eyes black and bald.
– Everyone nodded.
Suddenly, the throne room doors opened. Azren and Kaivar entered. Everyone was shocked to see them standing side-by-side.
Both knelt.
"My Lord, we have come."
– The Demon King stood and placed a hand on their shoulders.
"Azren, Kaivar… you are both 8th-dimension beings. I want one of you to break through and become the next Demon King."
Their eyes widened in shock.
"But… My Lord, what about Diabol? Wasn't he supposed to become the next Demon King? He's already an 11th-dimension being like you," Kaivar said nervously.
– Azren stayed silent, but he too was shocked.
– The Demon King walked to the throne room gate and motioned for them to follow.
(Something just happened. Diabol destroyed a galaxy. This isn't the first time… but something is wrong…) Azren thought.
"I know what you're thinking, Azren," the Demon King said in a low voice.
After 20 minutes of walking, they reached a secluded place.
The place was empty—but the density of dark energy was immeasurable.
"Father, why did we come to the Lake of Death? And only the three of us?" Kaivar asked respectfully.
"My sons, you are strong, but still too weak. Now I'm going to release all my energy. You both must absorb it and cultivate."
– Both were shocked, but they couldn't defy him.
– Azren and Kaivar jumped into the pool and sat in meditation positions. Outside, the Demon King began breaking his body by releasing all his aura. The amount of dark energy was enough to fill multiple galaxies.
"Now… I don't have much dark energy left. I've released 99% of it. I am only a 9th-dimension being now… I hope you both reach the 10th dimension."
– The Demon King disappeared to a quiet place to sleep.
Meanwhile, in the Demon King's Palace
A grand feast was underway. Demons drank blood and devoured human flesh. Diabol sat on the Demon King's throne.
"Hahaha…" – He raised one finger and stopped time around them.
– He stood up and took a drink.
"Everyone, today is a very good day. We should all celebrate!" – He released space, and everyone could move again.
Everyone raised their drinks and cheered.
– Diabol returned to the throne. No one dared to question him about the party or his presence on the throne.
Meanwhile, on Earth
Luceniel and Elunara sat under a tree, gazing at the stars.