In a realm far beneath the mortal world—
a place whispered in fear and forgotten in light—
lies the Underworld.
A domain where darkness breathes…
and demons reign.
Here, countless demons exist, each bound by a strict hierarchy. At the pinnacle of this infernal order stand the Demon Generals—beings of immense power, feared even among their own kind.
Their purpose is simple.
To corrupt.
To tempt.
To control.
Demons do not rule humans by force—
they rule them through desire.
Greed.
Lust.
Ambition.
Hatred.
The deeper humanity falls into its cravings, the stronger the demons become. Every sinful act, every wicked thought, every moment of indulgence fuels their existence.
To them, human suffering is entertainment.
And sin… is nourishment.
Drug lords, corrupt politicians, merciless criminals—
all of them are nothing more than puppets, dancing to the invisible strings of the Underworld.
The more pleasure humans chase, the more they lose themselves.
And the more they fall…
the louder the demons laugh.
In the depths of the Underworld, the screams of the damned echo endlessly. Souls who once reveled in sinful pleasures now endure eternal torment.
To humans, it is hell.
To demons—
it is music.
Among the countless demons who thrive in this chaos…
one name stands above the rest.
Lucerion Vale.
The First Rank.
The Supreme Demon General.
A being who has deceived countless souls, leading them into ruin with ease. His power is unmatched among the generals, second only to the ruler of the Underworld himself—
Lucifer. The Demon Lord.
Yet even Lucifer seeks more power…
for his ambition is not merely to rule the Underworld—
but the entire universe.
One day, within his dark chamber, Lucerion sat upon his throne of shadows.
Before him floated a massive screen—
a window into the human world.
He watched.
A young student…
cornered, beaten, humiliated.
Laughter echoed around the victim as other students recorded the scene, their eyes filled with mockery and cruelty.
Lucerion's lips slowly curled into a grin.
Then—
he laughed.
A deep, unrestrained laughter that echoed through the chamber.
"Magnificent…!"
"How beautiful…!"
His crimson eyes gleamed with excitement.
"This… THIS is what I want."
"I want to see it with my own eyes… the suffering… the despair…"
"I want to feel it… create it… with my own hands."
For the first time in centuries—
Lucerion Vale felt something new.
Boredom… had turned into desire.
Without hesitation, he rose from his throne and made his way to the heart of the Underworld—
The throne of the Demon Lord.
Before the overwhelming presence of Lucifer, Lucerion knelt.
"My Lord," he spoke, a twisted smile on his face.
"I wish to descend into the human world."
"I want to spread chaos… to witness their suffering firsthand."
"I want… to indulge myself."
A moment of silence filled the vast throne room.
Then—
Lucifer smiled.
A smile filled with ambition… and darkness.
"If that is your desire… then go."
"Your actions will only strengthen our kind."
"And one day…"
His voice deepened.
"We will rule everything."
Lucerion lowered his head.
"Thank you… my Lord."
As he stood and turned away—
his eyes burned with anticipation.
The human world…
was about to face something far worse than temptation.
Because this time—
a Demon General himself was coming.