Chapter 1: Naruto's Diary Entry 1 — A Difficult Beginning
Trying to summarize my life would be dishonest; the truth is, there's no way to condense it. So, I guess I'll have to start at the beginning, the old-fashioned way.
I am Naruto Gremory, a member of the Gremory family, a high-class demon clan. This distinction is important, as my family holds the title of Duke within the Ars Goetia, which places us among the ten most powerful and influential clans, not just in the Underworld, but in the world in general.
Despite my position, my life wasn't easy. I was born a twin and was the older brother, but it was my younger sister, Rias, who hogged the attention. Honestly, I couldn't blame anyone. She was an incredibly beautiful child and inherited the Gremory's most distinctive features: crimson red hair and brilliant aquamarine blue eyes.
My family is famous not only for the unmatched beauty we possess—modesty and ego aside, of course—but also for a considerable variety of abilities. Among them, an innate ability to boost our physical and magical performance at the expense of damaging our own cells stands out. Additionally, there's my older brother, the current Devil King Lucifer, and one of the most powerful devils in history.
Personally, I didn't believe the popular claim that he was ten times stronger than the original Devil King Lucifer. Such a statement had too many weak points. For example, he was born in the same era when the great Devil King was still alive, and Sirzechs himself admitted not having God's strength, while the original Lucifer rivaled His power on equal terms. Nevertheless, I understood the origin of such an assertion; propaganda was, after all, a useful tool for mass control.
Especially considering that Sirzechs was never distinguished by his intelligence. In fact, most of this generation's Devil Kings were a bunch of spineless idiots. Sirzechs was a slacker who was always looking for ways to evade his duties; Ajuka didn't even work, he only focused on his experiments. The less I speak of the incestuous one, the better for my mental health, and I don't think I've ever seen Falbium awake for more than five minutes straight.
Of course, although I considered them functional idiots... some more than others. I don't deny their power by current standards. After all, the original Leviathan was famous for being capable of destroying the world, while, as far as I know, Serafall can barely freeze a country... although that doesn't say much, since Monaco was also a country, and I know bigger islands.
The truth is that I don't hate them at all; in fact, if we ignore Serafall's incestuous nature, she's very pleasant to be around, and if Sirzechs stopped being an overprotective idiot—and maybe a bit of a geek—he would be quite cool. Seriously, I like them, but there are things that can't be denied. It's a fact. I know because I tried to deny reality when I was a child and ended up in the hospital for two weeks because I burned my retinas trying to block the sun with a finger.
Of course, Rias found it funny. But Rias laughs at flatulence jokes, so her sense of humor has never been particularly sophisticated.
What did you expect? Some tragic and cliché story about how my parents discovered my magical power was inferior to my sister's, or that I didn't inherit the Power of Destruction and am some kind of outcast? Please, this isn't that kind of story! If my parents stand out for anything, besides being incredibly attractive, it's for being, possibly, the best parents in the Underworld.
In terms of power, Rias and I are pretty much equal. It's true that she has a natural gift for the Power of Destruction, but I'm not far behind; in fact, I'm more efficient. I prefer to know how to destroy rather than simply destroy, and there's a considerable difference between the two, believe me. Despite the amount of power she imbues in her blasts, Rias has never been able to beat me using the Power of Destruction. Although we are competitive, we get along very well. Sure, her geeky stuff exasperates me, but what siblings don't have their friction?
Now you'll wonder: why did I title this first entry as "a difficult beginning"? The answer boils down to two main reasons: the first is Sirzechs, and the second is politics.
The situation can be summarized in a single point: Sirzechs has to deal with very prominent political enemies. Also, there are other problematic factions, such as a group of fallen angels led by Kokabiel, whose sole objective is to unleash a new great war for the pure pleasure of senseless slaughter. There is also the faction of the former Satan; although I'm not sure of their exact goals, I know that Rizevim is not looking to create a new infernal order or power. In fact, no one knows for sure what the hell he wants, which, come to think of it, makes him quite terrifying.
The point is that Rias and I, as his younger siblings, face two major problems. Number one is the pressure of immense expectations, and number two is a brutal overprotection that prevents us from developing our true potential. Okay, Rias is inherently lazy, but that's something I can easily fix by getting that cute ass of hers moving... Yes, I said "cute ass"; I'm a devil, incest and sin come factory-installed.
I'm not a hypocrite regarding Serafall. I called her incestuous because her obsession with Sona is exaggerated; she has gone so far as to declare that she will kill any suitor because her little sister is only hers!
But, again, I'm rambling.
Getting back to the central point... due to this situation, it has been impossible for us to "spread our wings"—literally in this case—and broaden our horizons to improve as devils. It is true that we can learn from the best tutors, and Sirzechs even allows his nobility to train us if we wish. This applies more to me, since Rias, once again, shows notorious laziness; if it weren't for the fact that I warned her that excessive junk food consumption would make her fat, she wouldn't even stay in shape.
However, constantly training with the same masters will inevitably lead us to stagnation. But Sirzechs and my father have been categorical: they will not allow us to venture out into the world on our own unless we prove to be strong enough to, at least, resist long enough for help to arrive.
Objectively, I understand the reasoning, but, applying that same objectivity, how am I supposed to measure that sufficiency? It's not comparable to face a stray—who are usually weak, although incredibly annoying—with, for example, one of Azazel's children. Although the latter are not as brilliant as the commander of the Fallen, they are considerably powerful and particularly sadistic.
I just wanted to write this to vent. Honestly, my desire is to be strong and carve out a name for myself, but this "golden cage" is simply annoying to me.
End of entry.