Calm and peaceful, that was the atmosphere outside the auction house, before an explosion sounded loudly until the crows in the tree flew without direction. The place that stood now was already half destroyed into ruins. Fog of dust billowed, creating grey in the sky. Magical rain occurred, hitting every object that became its landing place.
Meanwhile inside, the perpetrators of the destruction of the auction house laughed happily. They thought they had won. The great magic they had created. In his heart it said excessive to attack someone who was protected, but it was okay. Excessive is indeed a small part of a wizard's life.
"Hey, do you think you've won?" Belphegor's questioning voice broke their laughter and happy shouts.
An old man who looked like a noble wizard approached, passing through Belphegor's pressure confidently even though he knew it was heavy. "Shouldn't you go? The master you protect is gone."
Belphegor closed his eyes, when opened again that eye was already back as before along with the disappearance of the pressure around. "Hey old man. You're stupid, huh?" He mocked with the most annoying face.
"Interesting. You're more and more interesting to be obtained!" The man instead spread his hands with passion.
Belphegor looked at the man strangely. Doesn't he realize that behind him there is a big threat? His pressure did not disappear because of his will, but because he was forced after feeling a greater pressure mirik someone. Even though calm, but he was deadly!
"I am not interested in a man who smells of grave soil like you."
"How dare you-"
Syut...!
Duar!
The man's eyes were fixed. The wind blew like an iron knife that was thrown very hard near his neck. A scratch wound was printed there, dripping fresh blood. This is really real! Not just ordinary wind! Who is the owner? Extraordinary magic without a sign of its activation, even the existence of his mana alone does not exist.
The sound of debris falling was heard behind, making the old man turn his body. The building debris moved away as if someone was pushing it from inside. Grey dust slowly disappeared, revealing the shadow of someone there, who was buried in the rubble.
Old red netra lit up showing the symbol of the magic circle of the star. White hair flying with his clothes once. Steps approaching that were slow and firm, passing easily between the building ruins. Manakutkan. The man knew that the figure walking before him was very dangerous even though it looked beautiful.
"ᚾᛖᛚ!"
"Akh...! W-what is this?"
"M-my body..."
Their bodies were forcibly pulled by the floor as if there was a super magnet underneath. They witnessed the feet that stepped charmingly, bringing a fear into themselves. Their nerves were stiff, blood vessels messy, and their hearts beat hard. Destruction! The figure standing and manatap them from above was destruction!
"Tie them up, Belphegor."
"Root Of Blasphemy!" Belphegor's magic called thorny sharp roots that tied them tightly.
"I am back, Master."
A black storm wind blowing, appearing Lucifer together with three shabby little children. Lucifer was still charming as usual, but that face changed sinisterly when looking at those who were tied. His gaze said disgusting while approaching Leviathan.
"Are they the children earlier?" Leviathan asked while approaching which made the oldest child move away from the other two children behind his body.
"What do you want?!" The little child was ten years old. Female, with small broken horns and a sharp gaze, asked. "Do you want to torture us again? Is it not enough to skin us?!"
Leviathan was startled with the child's confession. "Where are your parents?"
The girl attended first to the other two children who were afraid to see Leviathan approaching. "They threw us away. Skinning us slowly until death was the best choice! We hate it. How good for us to die!"
Leviathan looked dislike the child because of the way she spoke. "Do you think they will nenerima your choice?"
"Why not? Our lives are painful! We were born as a race of a nation that was di singkirkan! Explain... Please explain why we have to experience this? Is it because we were born as demons? Why? We did not commit sins and murders! We just live like humans!" The voice of mournful sobbing began to be heard from the small figure who was almost tired of holding on. "Please kill us..."
Lucifer's face was indeed as usual, but the two tightly clenched hands could not lie if he was holding back the turmoil of anger. "Damn." He hissed in his heart.
Leviathan pulled the front side of his hair to the back, revealing a horn colored deep red until a smile that showed his menis fangs. "Now how? We're the same, right?" He squatted, "I am a demon."
The two children who were hiding slowly dared to release their embrace. "You... like us?"
"Right."
The first child slightly eliminated his sense of vigilance towards Leviathan. "Then, what do you want from us? You are a lucky demon who lives far from desecration. If you come just to leave sweet words, just kill us if your purpose is to do good." He threw his face indifferently, because he didn't want to put hope anymore.
"Would you like to live in the underworld? I will memjamin your safety." Leviathan offered.
The first child pulled the other two children into an embrace. "The person who took us away also said he would take us to a place where we could live well. However, that was just a lie! Hurry, just kill us!"
"Death is not the right choice. Trust me. I will make you grateful for being born into this world." Leviathan who was squatting stretched out one hand, hoping the child would accept it.
"Brother..." One of the smallest children looked up, staring at his brother who had a hostile face.
"Calm down... Brother will protect you."
Lucifer approached, squatted next to Leviathan with his charming smile. "Sorry. If only we had come earlier than those bastards, you wouldn't have experienced torture like this. We berasa very sorry. So, let us redeem it by protecting you. Live in the underworld, we will get rid of all kinds of dangers that approach. Promise." He stretched his little finger towards the child.
The child's heart was swayed by the sincerity of every word in the sentence that Lucifer said. With doubt still there, he linked his little finger to Lucifer's little finger. "I don't expect much. Just protect them well." He looked at the two little children under him.
Lucifer smiled at the other two children, then returned to the oldest child. "You can call me Lucifer."
"I am Cheya, and they are Cinhe and Chunha. Our names are strange." Cheya said with a laugh.
"No. Your name is very good."
Cheya glanced at Leviathan next to Lucifer. "Sorry for my rudeness earlier." She rubbed the side of her arm doubtfully.
"I do not care about trivial things like that."
"Are you from the same family?" Lucifer asked when he realized the striking difference in them. One with brown hair and golden eyes, the other two with black hair and mint eyes.
"I met them when the auction workers brought me."
"Like that, huh."
"U-um..." Cheya linked her fingers. So sweet. Even though she looked adult, she was still a child. "We met another child in a village that was a little north of this place. He is a demon child like us, and the villagers always throw stones at him while accusing him as a child of death. Can you all bring him too?" She was afraid! Afraid of being rejected by the three figures in front of her.
Leviathan stood up, making all antensi manatap towards him. "Belphegor, can you bring them while I will go looking for him with Lucifer?"
"Okay. I will immediately follow you after delivering them." Belphegor stared flatly at the three children who were not much bigger than him, then back to Leviathan. "What about the people you caught?"
"Put them in prison. I will hand them over to Matthius after returning."
"Okay Master." Belohegor snapped his fingers, instantly those who were caught inside moved to the prison of despair in the dark underworld.
"Let's go, Lucifer." Leviathan opened a large teleportation portal as if it were a balck hole that was ready to swallow anyone.
"Okay, Master." Lucifer stepped, following Leviathan who disappeared behind the swirling darkness before closing.
Belphegor scratched the back of his head that wasn't itchy. How is this? His current form was only a seven-year-old child who looked like he didn't know anything and had to serve a child who looked more adult than him. Want to change to his real form... it would make him strange in front of the children. "Do you know who they are?" he asked while opening the gate to the underworld.
"No." Cheya answered.
"Ever heard of the Demon King and the Great Demons?"
"Are they real?"
Belphegor who stood facing the teleportation gate turned back, "You just spoke with the Demon King and the first Great Demon."
"W-what...?" Cheya was agape.
Belphegor turned completely, pulled his left leg and his body bent with his right hand supporting his chest. This was the first Curtsy from the lazy one, Belphegor. "And I am the seventh Great Demon. Greetings to you who will become demon citizens that I pay attention to."
He stood back up, stretched out his hand charmingly as if the lazy self had never existed. "Come, Miss."
Cheya hesitantly accepted Belohegor's hand, along with the other two children leaving the already destroyed auction house. The portal gate disappeared, leaving silence that even crows were reluctant to scream.