(Third person narrative for Reader)
Demons
Demons were beings of unimaginable power. Neither of Earth nor of the Nova World, they hailed from a realm far deeper—an abyssal world that burned with endless fire and shadow. The demonic realm had its own kingdoms, its own cities, its own culture… and its laws were simple: strength above all else.
Across countless ages, scholars and survivors pieced together the structure of their society. From the lowest crawling beasts to the godlike entities worshipped as Demon Gods, every demon fell into a rank.
The Demon Hierarchy
I. Fodder Demons
The crawling bottom rung. Mindless swarms with strength no greater than beasts, their worth measured only in numbers. They scuttled and starved in the wastes of the abyss, bred for sacrifice, or unleashed as the first wave in wars.
—Those who face them in numbers may laugh… until they are drowned in teeth and claws.
Examples: Imps, Crawlers, Ghouls, Shades
II. Lesser Demons
The soldiers of hell's armies. They bore cunning eyes and crude weapons, their instincts sharpened just enough to obey and to kill, they often used a slave too. A single lesser demon could tear through a small village; a horde could burn a nation's borderlands.
Examples: Fiends, Houndspawn, Tricksters, Bloodlings
III. Greater Demons
Here lay true commanders—monsters with memory, ambition, and the will to dominate lesser kin. They wore armor of bone, wielded shadow-forged weapons, and carried an aura that bent the battlefield around them. To meet a Greater Demon was to face both warrior and general.
Examples: Hellspawn, Dreadfiends, Nightmare Demons, Blight Demons
IV. Arch Demons
The generals of provinces, hands of the Demon King himself. When a world trembled beneath demonic invasion, it was the Arch Demons who led the charge. Their very names carried weight, etched in dread across the records of mortal kingdoms.
Examples: Abyssal Guardian, Sinbearers, Soulrenders, Blood Protector.
V. High Demons
Nobility of the abyss. They ruled domains, their bloodline capable of spawning legions in their image. Masters of sorcery and deception, High Demons crafted empires within the infernal realm and exported terror to the mortal plane. Among their kind, their authority was not challenged.
Examples: Crimson Dukes and Duchesses, Barons of Chains, Marquises of Decay, Wraith Lords
VI. Royal Demons
Blood of the King. Born with power that no ritual could forge and no army could match, the Royal Demons stood as living embodiments of dominion. Wherever they walked, all lesser demons fell to their knees. In human history, their appearances marked ages of suffering.
Examples: Crown Demons, Demon Heirs, Eternal Shades, Blood Sovereigns
VII. Primordial Demons
Older than empires. Living concepts clothed in flesh. They were not rulers of the abyss—they were its foundation. Each Primordial was a force that rivaled lower dragons, wielding ancient cunning and violence refined over eons.
When they are young, Primodols appear almost harmless—obedient, submissive, like loyal servants who would follow every command without question. But that illusion never lasts.
As they grow older, their nature twists. The obedience rots into malice, and what once resembled loyalty turns into cruelty. They shed their false innocence and reveal themselves as what they truly are—wicked demons.
Their bloodline is so well hidden that even seasoned hunters often mistake them for Arch Demons in their youth. But once they mature, the difference is undeniable. You don't need proof. You don't need records. You can feel it—their aura alone is enough to freeze the air and brand them as Primodols.
Among them stood seven immortals, heirs of damnation:
Wrath – the endless rage
Decay – the rotting of all things
Dominion – the will to enslave
Pride – the sin of supremacy
Fear – the shadow of mortality
Desire – hunger without end
Silence – the void between truths
When they awakened their blood by celestial interference, these seven bloodline became the Nefarions—the perfect predators, champions of chaos bound only to their King.
VIII. The Eternal Ones
And above even them, spoken of only in whispers, were the Eternal Ones. The first demons, the gods among monsters, whose dreams shaped the abyss itself. They do not walk among mortals. They do not answer prayers. They are worshipped only by their children in blood and terror.
Their names are lost. Perhaps mercifully so.
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(Sara's POV)
My pulse wouldn't slow. It felt like my heart was clawing at my ribs, desperate to escape. Because the thing chained before me… wasn't just a demon. He wasn't just some Arch Demon who survived the great war.
No.
He was something far worse.
Primordial Demons.
They were different from the rest. Free from the Demon King's control. Eternal. Untamed. To put it simply, they are independent demons, They only grew stronger with time, and no throne, no bloodline, could bind them.
And the worst part? They possessed skills no other demon had.
If one swore loyalty to a Celestial being, they awakened to whole new rank. They gained a new name, a title… and became something far more terrifying.
They became Nefarions.
The most dangerous monsters in existence. Their strength was not their own—it was bound directly to their Master. Their loyalty was absolute, a bond so unbreakable that even death could not sever it. If their Master died, they would wait—whether for reincarnation or resurrection. If their Master fell to hell, they would descend without hesitation. If their Master ascended to heaven, they would linger outside the gates for all eternity, patiently waiting.
Unstoppable. Undying.
I swallowed hard, my hand trembling. Not even the strongest dragons could kill one, Only true primal dragon descendants can kill them or lesser God.
But that was impossible.
Nefarions weren't born anymore. In all history, there had only been three. Just three.
This one had to be lying. Arch Demons thrived on lies. Maybe this was just a trick to rattle me.
I forced the fear down and snapped, "Allen! Don't lie to me! There's no way you've awakened your bloodline. There are no Celestial beings on Earth!"
He smiled.
That calm, deliberate smile drained the color from my face.
"You're right," he said softly, his voice smooth as velvet but heavy with poison. "I was not awakened by a Celestial being."
He leaned forward, and I swore the air grew thicker, pressing against my lungs.
"I was awakened… by a human. No—" his grin sharpened, "by a man cursed to be human. Without that curse, none could rival him. He is the ruler of all realms. And soon…" His voice quivered with glee, "…soon, the world will see his true strength."
"Human…? How can a human awaken you?" I stammered, disbelief thick in my voice.
He threw his head back and laughed—a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "In the beginning, I too was deceived by him. I even tortured him, thinking he was nothing more than a son of disaster. I believed that if I consumed the red crystal, I could awaken into a Merium Demon."
His eyes darkened, burning with the memory. "But then… he revealed his true strength. No, he didn't show it directly. It was behind him—the bloodline he carried—that revealed everything. His blood… the true blood of death."
A pause, heavy and suffocating.
"And in that moment… I awakened. Not into some ordinary form… but into my final form: a Nefarion."
A laugh burst from him, loud and wild, rattling through the chamber walls.
"Ahahahahaha! Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement!"
I bit my lip until I tasted blood. "I don't believe you. A true Nefarion always carries a title. If you really are one, then tell me… who are you?"
His eyes locked on mine, sharp and unblinking.
"Oh, how educated you are," he said mockingly. "As expected from the Blood Moon Clan. You vampires always know your lore."
Shadows coiled around him, answering his words like hungry serpents.
"Very well. Listen carefully. I am son of Veronica the Primodol bloodline, the Pride. That was the title given to me the moment I accepted my first command. The moment I became a Nefarion."
The words sank into me like ice. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe.
I forced myself to speak, my voice shaking.
"If you're a Primordial bloodline… then why you were hiding for all the Centuries? Why pretend to be an Arch Demon all this time?"
He chuckled darkly, the sound curling in my gut.
"Because it amused me. Watching your human Agency scurry, training for battles you could never win… it was entertainment."
Then his voice dropped lower, colder.
"But now… I have no time for this little games. I have found my Eternal Master."
He tilted his head, smiling as though he could taste my fear.
"Do you understand, Sara Venom?"
The way he spoke my name—so slow, so intimate—made every nerve in my body scream. His eyes seemed to strip me bare, peeling away everything until I was nothing but fear in front of him.
And then he whispered:
"Remember me. I am Lucifer. This is my true name, the son of Veronica."
The world tilted. My breath hitched. Sweat ran down my spine.
I slammed my hand on the control panel. A hiss filled the chamber as holy water rained from above, silver droplets burning into the stone with smoke and sizzle.
But Lucifer… didn't move.
He just sat there, calm, smiling, as if the sacred water was nothing more than a spring drizzle. His eyes never left mine.
That smile—unchanged, unshaken—was the last thing I saw before panic took me.
Gasping, I threw open the chamber door and stumbled into the corridor. My chest burned, my vision spun.
But even out here… even with the door sealed shut…
I could still feel his eyes.
That smile.
Branded into me like fire.
I was still on my knees, lungs burning, every breath dragging out of me like shards of glass. The corridor spun in my vision, tilting, swaying.
Then—hands. Firm. Grounding. Erika's voice cutting through the haze.
"Chief—!" she said, her tone sharp with alarm as she hauled me upright.
Her grip was strong, steady, but her eyes betrayed her. I could see the fear there, even if she tried to mask it.
I forced my jaw tight, swallowing back the panic that still clawed at my chest. "Erika… listen."
She straightened instantly, as though bracing herself for orders that could change everything. "Yes, Chief?"
"Go to the higher-ups." My voice cracked on the first word, but I steadied it, made it steel. "Tell them this—this demon… we're moving him to Lebius. Right now. No delays."
Her breath caught—only for a second—but hesitation was rare for Erika, and it showed the weight of what I'd just ordered. Then she saluted, sharp and precise. "Yes, Chief."
Without another word, she spun on her heel and sprinted down the corridor, her boots striking hard against stone as she vanished into the distance.
I swayed again, the world threatening to swallow me whole, but another presence caught me.
"Careful—" Fiona's voice, low but shaking. She slid beneath my arm, her smaller frame bracing against my weight. I felt the tremor running through her body, not from weakness—but from terror.
"Fiona," I rasped, clinging to the strength in my voice even as my body betrayed me. "Listen carefully. Contact Erza."
Her head snapped toward me, eyes wide, almost disbelieving. "Why, Chief? What for?"
I tightened my grip on her arm until she flinched, forcing her to meet my gaze. She needed to see the truth in my eyes, even if it shattered her.
"Because…" My throat constricted. "…she's the only one who can defeat him. Only a royal bloodline can put this monster down."
The color drained from Fiona's face. Her lips trembled, as though she wanted to argue—but deep inside, she knew I was right. After a long, painful second, she nodded. "Yes… Chief."
I sucked in a ragged breath and turned my head—back toward the sealed chamber. Even from here, even with layers of holy seals and reinforced steel between us, I could feel it.
His power.
Stirring.
Swelling.
Like a tide pressing against a dam, waiting for one crack to break everything.
My heart thundered. My hands wouldn't stop trembling.
If he broke free… if Lucifer regained even a fraction of his true strength…
No one in this Agency would survive.
Not me. Not Fiona. Nor any agencies. Not even any being could survive.
Unless—
My nails dug into my palm. There was only one way. One fragile, desperate hope.
Before it was too late… before he could rise again…
I had to find and kill his contractor.
If this human can control a Nefarion…
Then I can only shudder to imagine how ruthless his current Master must be.
He has to be truly wicked—evil incarnate in human form. By now, he's probably plotting world domination, raising an army right here on Earth, bending both humans and demons to his will. The sheer scale of his power… it's terrifying.
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Meanwhile… his Current Master
(Yuuta POV)
"Sister Mary, I can take a bath myself," I protested, clutching the towel tighter around my waist.
Sister Mary only smiled kindly, her hands already pulling up her sleeves. "Don't be stubborn, Yuuta. Your fingers are still healing, and your body needs a proper wash. If I leave it to you, you'll end up smelling like burnt rice again."
"I—I wasn't burnt rice last time!" I protested, clutching the towel around my waist. "Besides… why are there so many people in the bathroom?!"
Seriously, it felt like a whole festival was happening here. The atmosphere was so wrong that even the steam coming from the bath looked embarrassed.
And of course, Erza was sitting in the corner, arms crossed, watching me with her icy voliet eyes like a judge ready to announce my death sentence.
I raised my hand. "Excuse me, why is my wife here during bath inspection?"
"Because," Erza replied coldly, her cheeks faintly pink, "I am your wife. Allowing you to be cleaned by another woman would be negligence on my part."
…Then why does she sound so defensive while her face looks like a boiled tomato?
"Sister Mary, I'm an adult," I muttered as she guided me to sit on the stool. "You can't just rub my back like you used to when I was a kid."
"Don't worry," she said with a soft chuckle, her hands moving with practiced care. "I'm only rubbing your back. Besides, I'm blind, Yuuta. No need to feel embarrassed."
Erza's gaze on me sharpened, like she thought I was enjoying this a little too much.
Sister Mary chuckled as she began scrubbing my back. "Oh my, being married is truly wonderful. By the way, Yuuta… you're not naked, are you?"
My face turned pale. "N-No! Of course not!"
Erza's eyes narrowed, a sharp gleam of suspicion flickering there.
I froze. That look. I knew that look.
"Wait, hold on—!"
Before she could accuse me of anything indecent, I whipped off the towel around my waist and revealed my knee-length gym shorts like they were evidence in court.
"See? Shorts!" I exclaimed, gesturing at them frantically. "Completely normal, totally boring shorts! Do I look like some half-naked pervert to you?"
Her gaze lingered, skeptical, as if she could see straight through the fabric and into the dark corners of my brain.
"I know what you're thinking," I blurted, waving my hands as though I could erase the suspicion in her eyes. "But you're wrong. Sister Mary is like a godmother to me! A godmother, Erza! I don't have… whatever nonsense you're imagining in your head."
"Hmph." Erza puffed her cheeks and turned her head away, arms still crossed. "I can't trust you. Who knows what kind of perverted thoughts crawl inside your brain."
"I—hey, that's unfair!"
But Sister Mary only laughed and gave Erza a gentle smile. "Alright, all done here. Erza, make sure you're gentle when washing his hair. If you tug too hard, he'll go bald before his thirties."
"H–Hey!" I cried, but Sister Mary was already leaving, closing the door behind her.
And then… silence.
Just me. Erza. And the sound of dripping water.
I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Soo… since we're alone… wanna do something naughty again?"
Her hand froze mid-air. And then—SPLASH!
"GAH—!?" My entire head was suddenly buried under a torrent of shampoo. She'd dumped the entire bottle over me like she was exorcising a demon.
"You perverted mortal! Only thinking about naughty things!" she scolded, mixing her hands into the shampoo and foam, smearing it over my face.
"My eyes! My eyes!! Erzaaa, it burns! Water! Quick, pour water! HURRY!!" I yelped, thrashing under the foamy onslaught.
"No need," she snapped, a dangerous edge to her voice. "You'll die here anyway, you idiot mortal."
I choked back a laugh through the soap. "If I die… who's going to sing for you or cook for you?"
Her glare could have melted steel, but I could see a hint of pink in her cheeks.
"Please! Water! I'm begging you!" I cried, spluttering as the foam invaded every corner of my eyes.
From behind the door, a small, mischievous giggle echoed.
"Papa and Mama are flirting again~!" Elena's innocent voice carried through the bathroom.
"WE ARE NOT FLIRTING!!" Erza and I shouted in perfect, angry unison.
Outside the door, laughter erupted. Even Sister Mary's and Grandpa chuckle could be heard faintly over the chaos.
I wiped soap from my eyes, trying to catch my breath. "…What a peaceful life I have."
To be continue....
(End of chapter).
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