"Sign the contract, human…" Delina's voice came out low and heavy, her tone dripping with both lust and command. The edges of her lips curved upward as she slowly licked them, her glowing eyes narrowing with greedy expectation. "You will never regret it."

Her words hung thickly in the air sultry, persuasive, and far too confident. It wasn't merely an offer. It was a demand soaked in desire.

But Razeal didn't move.

He simply stood there, eyes calm, expression unreadable, his thoughts running deeper than his still exterior revealed. He wasn't stupid enough to jump at a decision like this, no matter how enticing the deal sounded.

Sure, on the surface, the offer didn't seem bad at all in fact, it sounded too good. She was strong, ancient, and undeniably powerful. And if he could learn from her gain some of that strength, some of that mastery over dark magic then maybe it could actually benefit him.

After all, he wasn't doing any of this for lust. He couldn't care less about that part for now. What he wanted was power knowledge, technique, control. This woman, this greater demon, might have what he needed.

His gaze flicked over her once more. The confidence in her stance, the darkness rippling in her aura, even the way her words carried the weight of command she was clearly something beyond the normal powerhouses he had seen before.

She could be useful.

Razeal's jaw flexed slightly. She might even know combat techniques, dark magic rituals, forbidden abilities…

Because truthfully, the system's "Space function" was never enough. Every time he entered the system space, it was the same endless pattern conversation with villains who only tried to kill him or torture him, not to say teach him... His deception might work sometimes but thats it.. They do things half heartedly..

And as for the system's so-called "training functions"? Razeal couldn't help but snort inwardly. There was no "lesson" there no wisdom, no explanation only raw, mindless combat. It was just another death match where he had to survive. They didn't share knowledge, didn't guide, didn't explain just kill or be killed.

So, having someone like her.. someone who might actually have knowledge worth learning was extremely tempting.

Still, his mind flickered to the memory of his first and last deal in system space… the one with Zara.

The last time he made a contract, the system had said it was systematic, whatever that meant.. and it had ended up being far more complicated than he ever wanted to remember. It taught him one thing: nothing involving deals, oaths, or contracts ever went well. Especially not in system space.

He sighed quietly. Last time I got tricked because of greed for power and.. not to say he was new to it..

But this time, he wouldn't.

"System," he said in his mind, his voice firm but careful, Should I?

The reply came almost instantly, calm but stern.

[What she wants to sign is a demonic contract, host. Those are not normal. Most of them bind directly to the soul. Personally, I would never recommend this.]

Razeal's eyes narrowed slightly, though outwardly his expression didn't change.

[Demons and devils.. even if they act favorable toward you are beings of cunning and deceit. They twist words, they disguise traps under promises. Even if the contract seems completely in your favor, even if your terms look harmless and theirs look generous… there will come a time you'll regret signing it.]

The system's tone was steady, serious, almost cautious.

[I can't choose for you. My job is only to assist. You're free to accept, reject, or debate the terms before signing. But if you want my advice.. only try this on a devil weaker than you. There are also contracts based on smaller and weaker demons, but for those, you'd have to perform rituals since they themselves can't create or have the right to form contracts. Greater demons like her, though? They can bind your soul the moment you agree since they have both right and ability to create the contract themselves .]

The voice paused, then added quietly: [So decide wisely, host.]

Razeal didn't reply right away. He just stood there, still as stone, his eyes locked on Delina's glowing ones. Her expression hadn't changed she was still waiting, an almost hungry smile carved across her lips.

Her eyes sparkled with greed, lust, and something darker.. the satisfaction of thinking she'd already won. She clearly expected him to say yes.

And truthfully, anyone else in his place would have.

She was a greater demon.. one of the highest ranks of hell's hierarchy. To be offered a contract by such a being was a once-in-an-eternity chance. Most beings would kill, even sell their souls, to have that honor. And here she was, offering to serve him.. to be his slave, even.

For what?

For the pleasure of his touch.

It was insane.

People would sacrifice everything just for a chance to be under her, and now she was offering herself, her strength, her knowledge, her loyalty.. Her whole being.. all of it to him.

Even the system space villains he'd faced before, those arrogant bastards, wouldn't have dreamed of such an opportunity. They'd have laughed in disbelief.

And yet…

Razeal's expression didn't change.

He exhaled slowly through his nose. "No need," he said simply, his tone steady, emotionless, carrying neither hesitation nor regret.

Delina froze.

Her entire expression twisted in disbelief, her eyes widening as if she hadn't heard him right. "...What?"

Her voice cracked, turning hoarse.. the confidence and seduction vanishing in an instant. Her smile faltered, replaced by a look of something sharp and dangerous.

But before she could speak again, something happened.

A sound cut through the heavy silence.. a faint but sharp fluttering noise, like wind slicing against steel.

Then, a deep whoosh echoed through the air.

Razeal's instincts screamed.

He snapped his head up toward the red red sky and saw it.

From the direction of the enormous castle towering over the horizon, a streak of black light was hurtling toward them at terrifying speed. It was small barely the size of a small head sized rock but the energy it carried made the air tremble.

A tail of fire followed it, blazing through the hellish sky like a meteor.

It's fast… too fast.

Razeal barely had time to think, let alone dodge. His reflexes screamed to move, but even with his heightened senses, the thing was already nearly upon him.

He raised both his arms instinctively to guard himself, crossing them before his face. A rush of wind slammed into him before the object even hit.

Flutter…

The air shivered with the sound.

Razeal braced himself, muscles tensing instinctively as the object hurtled toward him. He prepared for the impact, fire something.

But it never came.

At the very last instant, when the object was just a breath away from striking his face, something or rather, someone appeared.

A man materialized in front of him, as though space itself had bent to his will. Razeal's eyes widened slightly as he saw the stranger raise his hand with effortless calm, catching the projectile in a single motion. The thing had been coming fast enough to tear through wind itself yet this man stopped it with nothing but a casual flick of his wrist.

For a moment, the world was silent.

The air, which had been trembling a second ago, now hung perfectly still.

Razeal blinked, lowering his arms slightly. His eyes drifted to the thing the man had caught.

A… book?

It was a small, black-covered tome, the edges glowing faintly red with heat from its fiery descent. The pages fluttered violently in the stranger's grip, as though alive, trying to escape until his fingers tightened slightly.

The book froze.

Not a single page dared to move again.

Razeal's gaze slowly rose to the man himself and even he couldn't deny the surprise that came next.

The stranger was tall. No towering. Easily over seven feet. His frame broad but balanced, wrapped in a long dark coat that shimmered faintly like scales under hellfire's glow. His features were sharp, perfect, carved in a way that didn't seem entirely mortal proud and symmetrical, but holding a gravity that made it hard to even look at him for too long.

Razeal won't admit it aloud, but this man was on another level. In both appearance and presence, he was leagues beyond. There was a kind of divine arrogance in his posture or perhaps, the arrogance of something beyond divine.

He radiated authority.

The kind of authority that couldn't be taught, earned, or even imitated it was simply there, in every breath, every step, every blink.

The man didn't even glance at Razeal.

He stood still for a moment, the black book cooling in his palm, then turned his head slowly not toward Razeal, but toward Delina and the other devilish woman.

And instantly, everything changed.

The two women, who only seconds ago stood proud and alluring, froze in place. Their bodies trembled visibly as their eyes widened, their expressions morphing from confusion into something far worse.. pure fear.

Razeal could see it. The way their pupils contracted, the way their breathing stopped. One of them even took a half-step back before realizing that movement itself felt forbidden.

The silence was suffocating.

When the man finally spoke, his voice wasn't loud but it didn't need to be. It rolled through the air with ancient power, heavy and commanding, each word carrying the weight of a law.

"I forbade anyone from leaving their castles for ten thousand years."

The sound wasn't merely heard it was felt. The pressure in the air changed instantly.

Razeal could feel it pressing down on him, heavy enough to make his breath hitch. His knees almost bent from the force, not because of pain but because of sheer dominance radiating from the man's voice. It wasn't shouting it was simply authority incarnate.

The red sky above them darkened almost instantly, the blood-like clouds twisting upon themselves as if the heaven of he'll itself bowed to his words. The once dim glow of the landscape faded into a heavy black shadow.

The two demonesses tried to speak their mouths opened, their lips moved but no sound came out.

Instead, blood began to flow.

Razeal's eyes nerrowed slightly as dark crimson began dripping from their mouths, then their eyes, their ears, their noses every pore. Not a few drops, but a steady stream, like a fountain bursting from within.

They trembled violently, choking on their own blood, unable even to scream. Their expressions twisted into silent agony and terror, as though the very core of their existence was being crushed under the man's words alone.

Razeal didn't need anyone to tell him this wasn't magic. This wasn't an attack. This was command made reality.

The man's gaze didn't waver.

"No one came out." His tone was calm, emotionless, his crimson eyes glimmering faintly in the darkness. "And yet, you two… dared."

He turned his gaze for a moment, his head tilting slightly toward all those black castles in the distance.. there gates sealed shut, towers gleaming with dark fire. Then, he turned back to the women.

"The demons who cannot maintain my words as law are no subjects of mine."

His words were cold, absolute. There was no anger, no hatred just divine judgment.

Both women trembled violently. Their eyes were bloodshot, their auras flickering chaotically, their voices still trapped within their throats. They wanted to beg, to explain, to say something.. but their tongues refused to move.

The man raised a hand, almost lazily.

"One million years of torture in the Tearless Prison of Torment."

The words were sharp, final. "When that ends, you may begin your journey again… from imp. Earn your right to become greater demons once more."

The moment he finished speaking, both women vanished.

Not like they were teleported.. no light, no distortion they simply ceased to exist, as if erased from the plane of reality entirely.

The silence that followed was heavy, unnatural. Even the flames of hell seemed to quiet.

Razeal exhaled slowly, his throat dry. He swallowed, realizing only then how tightly his fists had clenched. His pulse throbbed faintly in his ears.

He wasn't particularly concerned about those two women but the man who had just appeared…

That presence.

It was overwhelming. Just standing there, Razeal could feel a primal instinct warning him to stay still not out of fear, but because his very body understood the difference in power between them. This wasn't just strength. This was something deeper. Authority, command, divinity twisted through darkness.

Even the sound of his breath seemed wrong in this man's presence.

The stranger stood tall, back straight, posture regal, the dark sky reflecting faintly in his crimson eyes. He still hadn't looked directly at Razeal ..until now.

When those eyes finally met his, it was like standing in front of an abyss that was also looking back.

"So you… are the Lord of Hell?"

Razeal's voice was calm, almost casual, as he spoke. He wasn't trembling or bowing in fact, there was no hint of fear or reverence in his tone. His expression was unreadable, lips drawn in a neutral line, eyes studying the towering man before him.

He had a vague suspicion this was the "SSS-ranked" villain the system mentioned earlier with this tittle. So, naturally, greeting him seemed the right move. Maybe it was better to stay polite, he thought though he wasn't all that concerned about offending anyone here. It wasn't like dying mattered inside this damn system space anyway.

But the reaction that followed… was immediate.

"I am the King of Hell," the man corrected, his tone low but cutting, the words almost vibrating through the ground. "Not Lord."

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

A vast surge of killing intent exploded outward, radiating from Lucifer like a storm unleashed. It flooded every inch of space around them heavy, oppressive, sharp enough to cut. The air itself seemed to scream as pressure slammed down on Razeal, heat rippling around him like invisible fire.

The man's eyes gleamed with a violent red glow, flaring brighter and brighter until they looked like two suns made of blood. His expression didn't change much still that same cold confidence but the force behind his gaze was overwhelming, the kind of presence that made even hell itself bow.

The killing intent wasn't random. It was focused. Directly at Razeal.

As if to say: How dare you call me that.

But Razeal didn't move.

He stood still, unflinching, expression calm as if the crushing aura surrounding him didn't even exist.

To him, Well it didn't. Really

Thanks to his skill Fear Resistance ..all forms of intimidation, suppression, and fear-induced pressure were meaningless. The aura rolled around him like wind around a stone, unable to touch him, unable to even make his heartbeat change.

The flames nearby flickered violently, responding to Lucifer's fury yet Razeal's shadow didn't even tremble.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly noticing that the young human before him hadn't reacted at all. The man's crimson gaze flickered with faint curiosity. Even in the presence of his overwhelming killing intent something that could make high-ranked demons crumble into dust.. this weak human stood perfectly fine.

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.

"…What's the difference?" Razeal asked, genuinely confused, his tone still even.

Lucifer blinked once, surprised for a brief second by the audacity of the question or perhaps by the fact that it was asked so sincerely.

Razeal exhaled softly, shaking his head as if tired of the situation already. "Honestly… wasn't this dude supposed to be flattered by the greeting?" he muttered quietly to himself. "This shitty system really doesn't give the right titles…"

He sighed again, scratching the back of his neck. "Next time," he murmured to himself, "I should just stop greeting people at all. Every time I do, they get offended instead of impressed."

Lucifer's killing intent gradually receded. The pressure that filled the space around them eased like a tide pulling back into the sea. He straightened slowly, his gaze lowering to Razeal.. not in anger now, but in cold amusement, as though he was trying to understand the sheer ignorance before him.

Finally, he spoke again.

"A Lord," Lucifer said, his tone smooth but edged with disdain, "is someone who rules because someone else put them there."

He took a slow step forward, the ground beneath his boot cracking faintly as his aura flared again.

"But a King" his voice deepened, resonating through the air, "is sovereignty itself. A being with ultimate authority. Unchallenged. Absolute... The one deserving of throne as he carved it himself."

He raised his arms slowly, spreading them out as the world itself seemed to respond. The red sky behind him flickered, and black flames shimmered faintly along the horizon.

"This Hell," Lucifer said, his tone almost soft now, but filled with weight, "is MINE. No one else's."

His smile widened, sharp and almost beautiful in its arrogance.

"I am the King of Hell."

He paused for a heartbeat, eyes locking directly onto Razeal's.

"I.. Lucifer Morningstar."

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