The violet glow from Kiyoshi's birth still lingered in the air, shimmering like the afterimage of a lightning strike. The hospital wing was silent, save for the soft, rhythmic breathing of Flower Agares as she cradled her newborn son. Zekram Bael stood at her side, his imposing figure softened by the awe and tenderness in his gaze.
The midwife, still shaken, finished her incantations and bowed. "He is healthy, my lady. But… I have never felt such power from an infant."
Flower managed a tired smile. "He is our son. He was always destined to be extraordinary."
Zekram knelt beside the bed, brushing a lock of silver hair from Flower's brow. "You did well, Flower. Rest now. I will watch over you both."
As Flower closed her eyes, Kiyoshi stirred in her arms. His tiny hand reached out, grasping at the air. The room's temperature dropped, and a faint ripple of energy pulsed outward, making the candles flicker and the magicians tense.
Suddenly, Kiyoshi's eyes snapped open—deep violet, swirling with raw demonic power. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Then, with a piercing wail, Kiyoshi unleashed a surge of magic. The air crackled. Glass vials shattered. The marble floor beneath the bed fractured in a spiderweb pattern. Protective wards flared, struggling to contain the newborn's energy.
A young magician stumbled back, clutching his chest. "It's like… standing before a Satan!"
The chief midwife acted quickly, chanting a calming spell. Flower, half-awake, instinctively pressed Kiyoshi to her chest, whispering soothing words. The energy in the room slowly ebbed, the chaos subsiding as quickly as it had erupted.
Zekram's expression was grave. He turned to the magicians. "Seal this room. No one enters or leaves without my permission."
The chief magician bowed. "At once, Lord Bael."
As the staff hurried to reinforce the wards, Zekram sat on the edge of the bed, his voice low. "His power is beyond anything I've seen from newborn. Even at birth, he rivals the weakest of the Satan's."
Flower opened her eyes, her voice soft but resolute. "He will need guidance. And protection. The world will not be kind to a child this powerful."
Zekram nodded. "He will have both. I swear it."
A knock sounded at the door. The chief steward entered, bowing deeply. "My lord, the Satans' envoys are growing impatient. They demand to see the child."
Zekram's eyes flashed with irritation. "They will wait. My son's safety comes first."
The steward hesitated. "There are also… rumors spreading. Some say the child's cry was heard across the Underworld."
Zekram's lips pressed into a thin line. "Let them talk. Let them wonder. But no one will touch my family."
As the steward withdrew, Flower looked down at Kiyoshi, who had fallen asleep in her arms, his face peaceful and innocent. She stroked his silvery-black hair, her heart swelling with love and fear.
But the peace was short-lived. The doors to the hospital wing opened with a hiss of displaced air, and four figures entered, each radiating an aura so intense that even the reinforced wards seemed to tremble.
The Four Satans had arrived.
Lucifer, tall and regal, his silver hair cascading over his shoulders, led the group. His eyes, cold and calculating, swept the room. Beside him, Beelzebub's presence was like a storm barely contained, his gaze sharp and curious. Leviathan, with her ethereal beauty and piercing blue eyes, moved with a grace that belied her power. Asmodeus, the last, wore a sly smile, his crimson eyes flickering with amusement and intrigue.
Zekram rose to his full height, his expression respectful but wary. "Lords and Lady Satans. You honor us with your presence."
Lucifer's voice was smooth, commanding. "We sensed a disturbance. The birth of your son… it shook the very fabric of the Underworld."
Beelzebub stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the sleeping infant. "May we see him?"
Flower, though exhausted, sat up straighter, cradling Kiyoshi protectively. "He is still my child. Not a weapon. Not a spectacle."
Leviathan offered a gentle smile. "We mean no harm, Lady Agares. But such power… it is unprecedented."
Asmodeus chuckled, his gaze flicking between Zekram and Flower. "You've given the Underworld quite the gift. Or perhaps a curse, depending on how he is raised."
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As the Four Satans stood by the bedside, the air thickened with anticipation. Lucifer, his silver hair gleaming in the candlelight, leaned closer to the sleeping infant. The room seemed to shrink, every eye fixed on the Morning Star and the child who had shaken the Underworld.
Kiyoshi, sensing the overwhelming presence, stirred in Flower's arms. His violet eyes fluttered open, locking onto Lucifer's cold, ancient gaze. For a heartbeat, time itself seemed to freeze.
A silent conversation passed between them—no words, only the language of power and will. Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and a subtle, invisible pressure filled the room. The candles flickered, shadows dancing along the walls. Kiyoshi's tiny brow furrowed, and the violet in his eyes deepened, swirling with raw, untamed magic.
The two auras clashed—Lucifer's ancient, refined might against Kiyoshi's wild, newborn force. The marble floor trembled. The reinforced wards shimmered, straining to contain the energy. For a moment, it seemed as if the very fabric of the Underworld might tear.
Then, with a faint smile, Lucifer let his power surge, pressing down with the full weight of his authority. Kiyoshi's magic flared in response, but it was still the magic of a child—brilliant, but unshaped. The newborn's eyes widened, and with a soft gasp, his aura flickered and receded, yielding to the Morning Star.
Lucifer's expression softened, a glimmer of respect in his eyes. He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, meant only for Kiyoshi and those closest. "You are strong, little one. Stronger than any I have seen at birth. But power alone is not enough. One day, you may surpass even me—if you learn to master it."
Kiyoshi blinked, his gaze unwavering, as if he understood. The tension in the room eased, the oppressive weight lifting as Lucifer withdrew his aura.
The Satans exchanged glances, each silently acknowledging what had just transpired. The balance of the Underworld had shifted, and all present knew it.
Lucifer straightened, his regal bearing restored. "Watch over him well," he said to Zekram and Flower, his tone both warning and promise. "The future of our world may depend on it."
With that, the Four Satans departed, leaving behind a room forever changed—and a legend just beginning.