Blake POV
The private jet's cabin had barely stopped its subtle rocking before I was up, already shrugging into the disguise that was second nature to the new, famous me.
A black cap, dark sunglasses, and a mask—the uniform of the unwilling celebrity. It was annoying to be crowded by people so this is necessary.
I was here to hunt women and increase my power, not sign autographs.
As I walked down the jet's stairs and hit the scorching tarmac of the international airport, the powerful hum of the city enveloped me.
Magnified by the devil blood, My senses were too powerful and was able to pick up every single detail happening around me
My smartphone, an absurdly expensive model, buzzed and the contact name was simple: Dad.
I slid the mask down just enough to speak, and answered.
"Hey, Dad. Just landed. Did you splurge on the executive lounge this time, or am I stuck waiting with the plebs?"
Azazel's voice, a smooth, easy baritone, came through the speaker. It was laced with that familiar, casual arrogance that the memories now informed me was pure paternal affection.
"Oh, you wound me, Blake. My son, the international superstar, would never wait with the plebs," he chuckled. "Did you enjoy the flight? I trust you have your power under control right?. I don't need the local devils panicking because they sensed something they can't possibly categorize."
The memories of the past Blake, my predecessor, surged with a genuine, warm feeling toward Azazel—a feeling I now surprisingly shared.
The Governor-General of the Fallen Angels might be a crazy inventor and a ruthless strategist, but he was undeniably a cool dad to have.
"The dampener is fine, but Please, both of us know that my magic control is better than yours, Dad" I commented as it was true according to my memories "And don't worry about the devils. The whole point of this celebrity transfer student persona is to distract and infiltrate the devil group. No unnecessary fighting for me, Dad. Only fine women and fun times for me with some drama to entertain me. That's the whole vacation plan, remember?"
"Ah, yes. The pursuit of fleeting pleasures. Truly the only worthy endeavor in this world, Just like me!" Azazel agreed
But his tone turned dry and said "No one, absolutely no one, knows about your true strength, which I suspect is already beyond anything you had when you left. Keep it that way. You're just Blake, the rich, talented, transfer student, and more importantly—no one knows you're my son which will help you gain the trust of the Devils"
He paused, a hint of genuine excitement entering his voice. "Now, about your transport. I know you could buy your own island, but a father needs to provide kid, you know? Look sharp, my boy. There's a little welcoming gift waiting for you near the exit. It suits your current style. Don't worry about your bags; they'll be at the mansion tomorrow."
"A gift? Thanks, Dad. You really didn't—"
"Gotta run, kid. Enjoy the scenery. Bye!"
He hung up before I could finish. Classic Azazel. Giving me complete freedom, a strategic assignment, and then a generous nudge of luxury. I actually smiled beneath the mask.
I passed through the final gate and scanned the crowd, my devil sight instantly spotting the anomaly.
Standing away from the typical chauffeur rabble was a stunning woman in her mid-twenties.
She wore a perfectly tailored black suit and discreet sunglasses, giving her the aura of an elite bodyguard—or perhaps a contract killer.
Her posture was impeccable, radiating a potent, controlled energy.
My inherent power immediately recognized the faint, lingering aura of Holy Light on her.
A Fallen Angel. No doubt, one of Azazel's operatives.
The Governor-General didn't send just anyone. The moment her eyes settled on my heavily-disguised figure, she began walking toward me. There was no hesitation, no question.
She knew exactly what her mission was.
She stopped directly in front of me, offering a polite, almost imperceptible nod. In her hand was a small, sleek, velvet-lined box.
"From the Governor-General, sir," she said, her voice a low, beautiful murmur, void of any personal emotion.
I took the box. Her eyes didn't linger on my face. She simply completed her mission, gave one last, curt nod, and turned, blending seamlessly back into the human flow.
Her professionalism was intoxicating in its own way.
I cracked the box open the moment she was out of sight. Inside lay a single, expensive-looking car key.
Subtle, Dad. Very subtle.
I pressed the unlock button. A short, distinct chirp echoed from a distant parking lot.
The distinctive sound drew my attention to a magnificent, low-slung, black two-seater sports car. It was a sleek predator amongst the mundane sedans. A few bystanders were already taking photos.
A wave of proprietary confidence washed over me. Even if I bought it with my own money, the gifted car just felt better.
I walked toward the sports car, and predictably, the casual onlookers immediately backed away.
They knew the boundary between the merely wealthy and the untouchable wealthy. It's funny thinking about it, I didn't follow such boundaries in my previous life and died.
I slid into the driver's seat. The leather molded to my body. Perfect.
I ripped off the cap and mask. The windows were deeply tinted; I was in my own private, air-conditioned sanctuary.
My hand brushed against the leather seat as I picked up the envelope that was in the passenger seat.
Inside, a laminated key, a high-resolution photo of a sprawling modern mansion, a detailed map, and a black credit card—no limit, of course.
I grinned, the old feelings of greed and appreciation mixing with the new, genuine family bond.
"Thanks, Dad," I murmured, actually meaning it.
He understood me perfectly. Power, luxury, and freedom—no strings attached. I just helping him obtain simple strategic information and keep an eye on the devils yet he showers me with such luxury. Truly a good father
I started the engine. The sports car roared to life with a deep, throaty rumble that vibrated through the floorboards.
I keyed the directions to Kuoh Town into the navigation system, checked my mirrors one last time, and slammed the accelerator to the floor.
The car shot forward, leaving the airport noise and the last vestiges of my old life behind.
Kuoh Town. The stage for power, seduction, and the start of my new, absolute reign.
The End