One auction stage with a worker, rows of ordinary seats to the upper class. Men and women with party masks dressed in black. Auction number boards available at each seat. Mister mask and Sweet Miss, two of the aliases revealed so far. The first item the manager brings out is also no joke. Ancient contraband that is taboo.
People are competing to submit fantastic bids for the item they are targeting. Every number keeps soaring high. It never ends. The auction venue is filled with rich mafia who inhabit the dark world. That is no lie. They are the people who become fugitives of the country.
Cursed orb, sealed heirloom, experimental monster, to human slaves are displayed. It's impossible for ordinary people to want it. Among them there must be a crazy black witch. Don't think you can cover your identity from the true owner of the true darkness. He watches without being aware. Calmly and charmingly but deadly.
"Will the kingdom give me access to their secret library if I capture them?"
In the back row, upper floor between pillars with red curtains covering, Leviathan observes with one hand supporting his chin. Lucifer stands faithfully on his right, and Belphegor sleeps below him comfortably like a cat. That place is upper class. Everything in the auction room is clearly visible.
"If you want, I can do it for you."
Leviathan glances at Lucifer, "You are scary."
"How can the one who destroys the world say that?" Lucifer's gaze is focused forward and smiles.
Belphegor stirs, gets up from his sleep while rubbing his eyes. "Is it still long? You said we had to get ready at the entrance earlier."
Lucifer squats, strokes Belpohegor's head and says, "Just in case. You know your surroundings are filled with disgusting creatures that have destroyed our lives, right?" He whispers.
"Get out of the way. I don't forget." Belphegor glances sinisterly at Lucifer. "Don't use your manipulation tricks on me."
Lucifer stands up, "Hha... Don't get carried away, Belphegor." He looks at Belphegor from above, "Be wary of your surroundings."
Belphegor is indifferent. He stands up, staring at the rows of participants from the high balcony railing. "I smell a crooked mana from those people."
"They are not an obstacle for us. I can get rid of them like swatting a fly." Lucifer replies.
Belphegor is dejected with puffed cheeks. He can't wait to take action. The smell of death from the auction participants makes him lick his lips with lust. But seeing Leviathan in his seat just silent, holding him back from releasing his desire. He's so angry! Come on, hurry up!
"Let's see the next item!" The voice of the auction worker echoes to every corner of the room. "This is an artifact from the ancient kingdom era that has the title of eternal life. Bid until you sell your life!" He shouts.
"The price starts from two thousand gold coins!"
"Three thousand!" A man raises his price board high.
Another who sees him quickly with his high offer, "Three thousand five hundred!"
"Five thousand!"
"Tsk! Six thousand!"
"Ten thousand." The flat voice of a man breaks the commotion with his crazy offer for a piece of old brooch.
"Wahh! Who is the Mister over there who gave a fantastic offer?"
"I'm Lord Fool."
"Are you a tarot card lover?! Amazing!"
Lucifer looks calmly at the item that just came out. "I think that belongs to the Emperor who died at the hands of Beelzebub."
"Do you want it?" Leviathan asks.
"No. It's just trash that cannot be destroyed."
"Really?" Leviathan asks again which makes Lucifer nod slowly.
"Akh...! I-it hurts!"
"Please let go..."
"Take your hands off him, Damn!"
Leviathan stands up, walks to the right side of Belphegor who faithfully stares at the direction of the stage. Even though it's not visible yet, he can hear the shrieks of a child in pain. The aura of his presence is not unfamiliar. Small body full of wounds, bleeding hair after being pulled, bare feet, and tattered clothes. Like an ordinary little slave.
"This is the item that is the main star of this auction! A rare race that has long been extinct!"
The sound of chains clashing being dragged. Sobbing in fear accompanies the steps of the first small child who walks firmly towards the stage lit by light. His gaze is sharp, staring at the auction participants with full hatred. Those are not the eyes of an ordinary child, but the eyes of the tough one who has gone through a lot of suffering.
"Damn! You are really a damn human! Curse you!" Shouts the child about ten years old standing in front.
"Hey, tie his chain!"
"Let go, damn! Just die!" The child struggles as his body is forcibly pulled towards the binding post.
"Horns and fangs..."
"...He is a demon race."
"Wow, how can that be?"
"I don't need a mountain of humans if I have him."
"Bastard!" Lucifer curses with clenched fists.
Leviathan glances at Lucifer's hand. This is the first time seeing Lucifer who is so depressed with anger. "Calm yourself. Make the bid smoothly, because it's troublesome to eradicate them in such a narrow place."
Lucifer pulls his foot to the side, bows deeply as an apology while saying, "Forgive me, Mister. I will do it according to what you ask." He returns to the auction.
"The price will start from one million gold coins!"
The hammer is hit. People scramble to own him. One million, two million, three million, the number rises to the sky. The sound of soaring bids jostle. Among them there has been a fierce argument. The auction worker is just silent, smiling meaningfully like a criminal waiting for each participant to kill each other to fight over.
"You see that, Mister. Humans are full of deceit. So disgusting."
"Shut up, Lucifer." Belphegor glances sinisterly at Lucifer who stands not far behind. "Have you forgotten what Mister Ethan said?"
"If you give love, then peace will come. But if you give wounds, then destruction is what you will receive." Lucifer utters a sentence.
"Don't play with the wind if there is fire by your side." Belphegor warns.
"Alright..."
Lucifer looks forward again. Smiling and humming softly amidst the commotion that occurs. Blood and screams of curses have filled the room. How beautiful... The smell of blood like iron and the sound of screams are different like musical notes on a scale. Truly amazing!
"WATER KNIFE!"
"Get out of the way, Mister!" Lucifer pushes Leviathan's body behind him and, "DEATH SHIELD!" He deflects the magic that is targeting.
"Bastard." Belphegor jumps on top of the balcony railing to crouch on it with a very angry face, "Humans... I have hated humans for a long time!" His shout makes all attention turn to him.
"Who is that little kid?"
"Is he a loose auction item?"
"He's so beautiful. His eyes are blue and his hair is white."
"I want to have him."
"Hey, how much is that kid?" Someone asks the auction officer and is only answered with a smile.
"Compared to that demon child, isn't he better?"
"Hey, hurry up and get the price out! I'm ready to pay whatever!"
"Right! Hurry up!"
Belphegor's face, which always looks lazy, twitches in annoyance. "These bastards..." He closes his eyes, letting the black mana in him explode until, "DARK EXSPLOSION!"
Doom!
The wind clumps like a collection of storm balls before exploding with an ear-piercing sound that destroys the roof of the auction house. People duck while holding their heads so they don't get hit by falling large debris. The clump of storm wind spins wildly above, sucking up all the objects below.
Belphegor steps on the air with an angry face. His blue eyes are like a wild animal of the ice mountains. That is the eyes of the great demons actually, the eyes of a wild animal with the nickname The Devil Eye. Every object, even dust will be pressed by fear.
Veins pull at the corner of the eye, a sharp gaze that emits a strong intimidating aura. A stomp of the foot down, stands perfectly staring full of hostility at those who try to protect themselves. With his left hand raised and his mouth muttering a mantra Belphegor approaches.
"Do I need to stop it, Mister?"
"Let it be. They are not people who deserve to be pitied." Leviathan sits back in his seat with a chilling atmosphere and storm raging.
"Look up! That kid seems to be the one he's protecting!"
"Direct your attacks upward, that way this kid will divert his gaze!"
Leviathan's closed eyes open, glancing at Lucifer on his right who stands waiting for orders. "Take the three children down there away. Also look for those you can save."
"Yes, Mister."
Lucifer spreads his black wings, bows respectfully before flying away to take the three children inside who are tied up and disappears. Leviathan's eyes close again after Lucifer left. "How is kak Sam at the academy while I'm away? I hope he's okay."
"Attack him!"
Most of them open their hoods with the sound of murmuring different magic mantras. Dazzling light, illuminating the room with the threat of great magic from the union of powers. The objects that exist spin against the storm, but Belphegor is still calm. Is this magic for creatures who are being protected? Isn't this excessive?
"DESTRUCTION OF NATURE!"
Boom!
Crash
The upper floor is destroyed to pieces. Nothing left! Dust scatters. Belphegor glances back, can't they feel this pressure? How lucky to fight him compared to the monster called the one who destroys.
"Stupid." Belphegor chuckles mysteriously.