I had watched wars rage in Hell. Had torn through devils who thought their pride was enough to match raw power. I had walked among titans and crushed them with my magic. But now, here I was... in the human world.
Wind rushed past me as I soared high above the Clover Kingdom. From here, it looked... peaceful. Too peaceful.
But chaos brews slowly. Like a storm forming behind gentle clouds.
I hovered silently over the ruins of the giant demon. The Wizard King Lemiel lay slumped, barely alive, while the girl, Secre, cried and activated forbidden magic. It was an oddly quiet moment.
She reached into her grimoire, blood dripping from her arms, ancient runes floating around Lemiel's body as he slowly turned to stone.
"Fitting end," I whispered to myself. "Immortalized as a statue. Beats rotting like most."
When she transformed into a bird moments later, I couldn't help myself. I landed silently behind her and leaned down, inspecting the small winged form.
"Aww... that's adorable," I grinned. "Didn't know you had that in you, Secre."
The bird glared at me. Impressive, considering the lack of eyebrows. "Don't look at me like that. I gave you solid advice, didn't I? What happens next is your choice."
She flapped furiously at me and flew off.
I laughed.
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The centuries passed differently here. Slower, but more colorful. The humans were fragile, yes, but far more creative in how they used their weaknesses.
I kept my profile low, usually in my humanoid form, though I let my demonic traits show when I wanted to terrify someone. Sometimes I'd drop a boulder out of the sky and pretend it was a meteor. Disaster magic is great for scaring nobles into soiling themselves.
One day, while exploring the Forsaken Realm in the far East of the Clover Kingdom, I came across something peculiar.
A town square. And in that square humans had printed moving pictures… on paper. I stared at the magazine stall, eyes wide in amusement.
"'Weekly Magic Digest'? Really?" I snorted.
I flipped through a copy, and the latest hot gossip seemed to be about a noble family's daughter who awakened fire magic but accidentally set her own hair on fire. Delightful.
While I read I flew around until I stopped over a forest.
I was about to drop the magazine when a young girl caught my attention. Pink hair, blue eyes, a gaze that was far too sharp for someone her age.
I raised an eyebrow.
The Witch Forest. Of course.
The Witch Queen… young. Far too young to be the ruler yet, but already observing everything around her like it belonged to her.
I was disguised human-looking, black cloak, hood up but even from across the forest, she turned toward me. Her eyes locked onto mine.
I blinked.
She kept watching. And then, slowly, turned back and walked away.
Interesting. She felt something. Not me, not fully. But my presence. She was a seer, even then. Dangerous little girl.
But she wasn't a threat.
Yet.
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Decades passed. I traveled everywhere.
The Diamond Kingdom? Brutal experiments. That made me chuckle. Humans trying to force strength instead of grow it.
Spade Kingdom? Much different from how it would be under the devil's. It was happy and bright.
Heart Kingdom? That was a place of balance. Spirit magic flowed freely, and I avoided meddling there. The people were boring but powerful.
But then... I met her.
A woman with grey hair, a kind smile, and a curse that screamed to me.
Lichita.
I found her near a forest clearing on the outskirts of a small village. She was plucking wild herbs, humming to herself. But as I stepped closer, I saw it, the grass around her wilted. The birds scattered. And a rabbit that had come too close fell over, dead.
"Fascinating..." I whispered "a curse... Megicula maybe".
She turned, startled. "H-Hello? Who's there?"
I stepped out, unbothered. "You're cursed."
Her body stiffened. "I... What?"
"I said, you're cursed. Magic that steals life and mana from anything near you. That's not something you just have. It was put there."
Her eyes widened. "...Who are you?"
I smiled. "An observer. A disaster, some would say. But let's not dwell on names."
I stepped forward, the plants under my feet dying.
But I didn't die. Nor weaken.
Her curse didn't affect me.
That surprised her.
"You're not… human?"
"Nope."
I studied her a while longer. She was lonely. But warm. And interesting.
"You'll meet someone important soon," I said. "A little devil. Be kind to him."
"A… devil?" she asked, confused.
I said nothing more. Just turned and walked into the trees.
I didn't want to influence that meeting. Just observe. As always.
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Time moved again. Decades blurred. I took to watching noble courts, exposing corrupt mages by tipping off Magic Knights anonymously. Caused an avalanche once to stop a war between two border towns.
They called it divine intervention.
Idiots.
But I liked the chaos that followed.
Then, finally… finally, something changed.
I stood on a cliff above a small village in the Forsaken Realm. Hage.
And there she was.
Lichita.
She walked slowly through the woods with a bundle in her arms.
The wind whispered through the trees.
She reached the edge of the orphanage steps.
And gently laid a small basket down.
Inside it: a baby. With silver hair, and closed eyes.
Asta.
The wind stilled.
She kissed the boy's forehead, whispered something I couldn't hear.
Then turned and walked away with tears in her eyes.
I stepped down from the cliff, standing at the edge of the trees.
So… it begins.
The canon timeline had arrived.
The dominoes would start to fall.
Zagred's plans. The Eye of the Midnight Sun. The reincarnation of elves. The rise of devils into the world.
A boy with no magic.
A devil sealed in a grimoire.
And me.
Addramalech.
The Devil of Disaster.
Here to watch it all burn... or maybe... guide the storm.
Let's see what kind of story this will be.