My name is alpha
I'm one of the First Division — a spy operating deep within the demon kingdom.
My partners, Xeroth and Xavien, specialize in brutal hand-to-hand combat, using their deadly tentacles to rip through anyone foolish enough to stand in their way.
When it comes to missions, I act as the infiltrator — a silent ghost slipping through enemy lines.
In the human kingdom, I erase all traces of my demon mana by channeling it into Beta.
Once it's sealed, I walk among them like a free-living lad, smiling, blending in... executing every objective.
But today, something unexpected happened.
> "Alpha," a soldier said, voice sharp. "Squad Leader Alpha — the Imperial wants to speak with you."
I raised an eyebrow. What could he possibly want now?
Inside the demon palace — which, unlike human kingdoms, sits boldly in front of the entire capital, with nobles ready to die before any citizen — I knelt respectfully.
> "Your Highness. You summoned me?"
The Demon Imperial looked down from his obsidian throne and spoke with eerie calm.
> "There is a vampire waiting at the palace gate.
He claims he came to speak with you. Will you hear him?"
I stood slowly.
> "As you wish, my lord."
The gates opened. I stepped outside into the cold shadow of dusk.
It was quiet. Still.
And then… a dense blood fog swirled in the air.
From it stepped a cloaked figure. His presence reeked of ancient power.
> "So… you're the infamous Killer Alpha," he said, grinning beneath crimson eyes.
"I've wanted to meet you personally."
Without warning, he lunged — a spear of condensed blood shooting from his hand.
I sidestepped.
> "You here to talk, or to die? Say what you came to say and get the hell out of my kingdom."
He chuckled, amused by my aggression.
> "I suppose there's no forcing you.
Even if I tried, I wouldn't get out of here alive, would I?
You demons would fry me in the sun before I got five steps."
> "Stop creating scenarios," I snapped. "Talk."
He nodded.
> "May I speak to the Imperial directly?"
> "He can hear you from here."
> "No," he said with a smirk. "I want to look him in the eye."
The Demon Imperial's voice echoed from behind me.
> "Let him in."
So I did — not through the front gate, but through the balcony.
Just like I did… the first time I ever entered this palace.
Once inside, the Imperial gestured.
> "Sit. Both of you."
> "I'll excuse myself, then—"
> "No," he interrupted. "You'll stay. I want all divisions present for this."
A large table was set. Other members of the Twelve Demon Divisions arrived and took their seats.
Then the vampire revealed his identity.
It was Beta.
Our planned operation was in motion.
He began speaking.
> "We're here to discuss the growing tension.
The Demon Imperial of the Third Realm has been using serpent demons to invade vampire lands.
He's seizing energy lines, altering the key routes — and it's already affecting our economy and territory."
> "We're not here to start a war… but we will end one."
The room went quiet.
And just like that… the spy and the vampires were now allies.
And the worst part is—they have now started killing our citizens.
Not in war, not in self-defense—but for their own satisfaction.
They're draining our kind—vampires—for blood.
Our blood is unique, full of energy, and extremely potent in producing demonic potions.
They've even built an entire industry around it.
But not for long.
Our goal is not just to burn it to ashes—but to erase its very existence.
Then our Imperial leaned back and asked,
> "You're planning something big. But how does that benefit me?"
Beta responded smoothly,
> "You'll be promoted from 4th to 3rd Division and stay seated right here.
We just need you to help with one thing: trick them into cooperation. Promise an alliance… and then check their inner structure.
We only need one thing—a file. A list of their workers.
Once we have it, we eliminate them.
All of them.
So there's no chance they can rebuild."
Our Imperial smirked and said,
> "Sounds ruthless… and effective.
We'll take everything.
All their files, their power sources.
I'll use a time-bound curse killer on each of them.
Alpha, your skills with curse weaving are legendary—you'll handle that."
Then I said,
> "We've studied their lifestyle.
Their food comes from a highly trusted supplier who delivers it directly to the industry—not made there, because even the smell of spilled blood fog causes chaos.
So, here's the plan—we infect the food supply halfway through delivery, just enough to make them sick, but let some survive.
Only the high-caliber ones will endure.
That will make their Imperial suspect there's a traitor among them. We won't need to touch a single one.
They'll tear themselves apart from the inside."
Beta grinned,
> "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. This kid's a genius."
The Imperal nodded,
> "That's my boy."
Then Beta asked,
> "How are we going to get the original information without alerting them?"
I said,
> "We don't steal it.
We replace it. Make them think a traitor did it.
But here's the twist—it can't be you. It can't be us.
So, we blame a third party.
A fake kingdom with spies already planted. Or… better yet, we create that third party."
Beta added,
> "Even if no third party exists, we can make one.
Nothing is impossible.
I'll head to another kingdom and negotiate."