Diodora Astaroth was a simple example. He was raping and mindbreaking holy maidens - nuns - and bringing them into his peerage forcibly. Women facing an eternity of suffering for his amusement.
A relative of a Satan.
He wasn't even hiding it, not really. It would take no effort to see exactly what he was doing with his peerage. There was no way that the Satans didn't know.
Just as the suffering and predations upon thousands of reincarnated devils was barely hidden, accepted as long as it wasn't too public.
The New Satans had passed laws, once upon a time, when the other factions and gods had threatened action if the devils kept stealing their people willy nilly.
I know from personal experience that those laws supposedly protecting my kind, are nothing but lip service.
Not worth the paper they were written on. And this man. The Satan of Domestic Affairs. He is a major part of why things continue as they are.
Probably too busy sniffing his sister's panties to care about the thousands suffering.. I think with derision, as I straighten from my bow.
"Quite the showing," Sirzechs remarks, his voice smooth, pleasant even. "I had not expected a reincarnated devil - especially one of such… background, to perform so spectacularly."
His gaze is steady, piercing, searching for something beneath the surface.
I take it for what it means, and my hate burns hotter in my veins, he knows about me! About my situation! And yet he has done nothing!
"What would be the reason," He continues, "That you would expose such secrets simply to get a meeting with me?"
I straighten, locking eyes with him.
"I want out," I say, my voice edged with iron. "Four hundred years of suffering is enough. I want this bastard's bishop piece out of me."
I don't bother with pretense. If he knows about my situation, and it was foolish of me to think the Satan of Domestic Affairs doesn't know about Lord Shax' interests… Then I have no reason to play coy.
I can only slap my dick on the table and hope I have enough behind it to get to keep it.
A flicker of something - interest? Amusement? Crosses his face before he raises an eyebrow.
"If there is an issue within the peerage, or a dispute with your King, the Satan of Domestic Affairs is not the first avenue." His tone is mildly reproachful, as if he were speaking to a wayward child.
I grit my teeth, losing control of my energy for a second, as a spike of rage shows on my face. Who are you kidding, motherfucker!? Like I could go anywhere else!
Grafiya's glare sharpens, her aura pressing against me like the blade of a knife against my throat. I feel a drop of blood, as I take in a breath. She's no joke… I think, sweat pearling on my brow, her aura enough to cut me.
This is the difference between a true Ultimate and a new High-Class…
I follow my intention to just slap my dick down, the discussion is already dangerous to my health anyway, and I refuse to ever back down again, even if it kills me, "I have a plethora of information that will be very important to devilkind, taken from an oracle." I say, tersely, before adding with a toothy grin. "Plus, I know where the Boosted Gear wielder is. Ripe for the plucking."
Sorry, Issei, but you like being a slave anyway, I think, not really caring about his fate.
Sirzechs' expression doesn't change, but I see it.
The calculation.
If I am speaking the truth, that is one big carrot I'm offering.
I'm on a tightrope right now. Is my information worth giving in to my demands, or will he go for intimidation and to torture it out of me?
After all, I'm nobody.
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