This is the real reason why there can only be one Son of Satan at a time.
Because there was only one Lucifer.
Only He, who was once God's most beloved, had the right to enter the human world.
However, Lucifer, who is Satan himself in other worlds, has become Satan's son in this world.
She even transformed from Fallen Angel into a demon.
The differences between worlds are truly astonishing, just as in this world demons and devils are different names for the same species.
There was absolutely no distinction between order and chaos.
Thinking this, Michael's data panel appeared on Basil's retina at the bottom of Black Lake.
Name: Michael Landau
[Race: Half-Demon/?]
Health Points: 10
[Spirituality: 25~66.6]
Luck rating: 7~9
[Family Trait: Satan's Body (Unawakened)]
[Satan's Body: Health +1000, Spirituality +600, Hellfire, Source of Darkness, Demon Prince, Second-in-Command of Heaven]
Hellfire: Flames that can burn the soul.
[Source of Darkness: Hell Affinity +50%, making going to Hell as easy as going home]
[Demon Prince: You are the crown prince of the demon kingdom. Controlling demons and mastering magic are merely instincts for you.]
[Second-in-Command of Heaven: IG*P]0VRBT]]9? A/#Jc`7T:14& amp;-0bG'B/NAX? SCB'+J%]HM; A OD6QM'31Y]
It is not surprising that he still has the Satan's Body, since Satan's other name in the New Testament is Lucifer.
Unfortunately, the entry for the Second-in-Command of Heaven remains vague and ambiguous, with even the accompanying annotations consisting of gibberish.
Basil's fingertips glowed.
Pure water vapor condensed and formed, enveloping Basil's torso.
White leather boots, loose casual trousers, and a white hooded robe began to adorn his figure.
The blond boy, facing the bottom of the lake, 'stepped' forward and disappeared into the deep lake.
His figure appeared in front of Michael, without a trace of moisture.
"Dad!" The young man, whose voice grew even gentler and seemed to glow like an angel, quickly stood up.
"Yes." Basil nodded.
To be honest, he was secretly pleased.
It's a bit gay when you don't know Michael's identity.
But now, Lucifer, the Son of God calls me Father.
Wouldn't I be able to become God in no time?
Even so, Basil clasped his hands together and calmly used his mental power to stop Michael from lunging at him.
Physical contact can indeed increase attraction. Basil, who wanted Michael's Knight card, certainly shouldn't have refused.
But the reality is that Michael's affection for him has stalled, and a mere hug is negligible.
This shouldn't be the case.
After all, when he first recognized Michael as his son, Michael's favorability rating was just a hair's breadth away from reaching gold.
Following the normal procedure, it might have been a sunny afternoon when Basil was stroking the head of the big golden retriever, and suddenly, a new Knight Card materialized in his hand.
The power of the Son of Satan began to open up to him.
Basil had also conducted a physical examination on Michael.
The Demon King's blood is a substance that never regresses; it continuously emanates malice, thus becoming evil itself and corrupting its host.
But this malice was completely drained by Basil as an energy source, including the energy that sustains its own state.
Then the sacred aspect began to appear.
The true nature of the Second-in-Command of Heaven, who once dared to betray his own the Creator and drag a third of the angels down to hell, has resurfaced.
This arrogance, which would not disappear even after the ultimate insult, prevented Michael from fully surrendering his body and soul to Basil.
Therefore, even now, Basil still needs to visit him frequently.
Instead of taking advantage of them and then discarding them.
After all, Michael is a man, and Basil wouldn't treat him the way he treats Hermione.
But the Knight Card, which became even more valuable, left Basil with no choice but to smile and continue reading fairy tales with Michael.
And just like that, summer vacation slipped away without us even realizing it.
On the morning of September 1, Basil, who was still sleeping soundly in his dormitory, was pulled out of bed by two warm hands.
One of them is easy to identify; it has a hot, tingling sensation when touched.
It looks like Phoebe.
As for the other one, Professor McGonagall can be ruled out.
Although she began to act somewhat improperly—in his presence—as he grew more and more handsome.
But she wouldn't be that indecent.
It could only be Ariana, who left her castle at Hogwarts for more than half a month.
His group members.
Basil pretended not to know, idly speculating in his mind.
He rubbed his eyes, the blinding sunlight filtering through the gaps in his hands.
His red and silver hair swayed between his lips and nose.
The enchanting fragrance instantly dispelled his drowsiness.
Honestly, I finally managed to get back to normal sleep by making a wish, only to have my sweet dream interrupted.
Basil's boastful self-criticism.
I opened my eyes, and two beautiful faces appeared, blocking the window.
Phoebe lowered her head and kissed Basil twice on the forehead.
The feeling of his head on fire made Basil even more energetic.
He was waiting for something, but Ariana did not follow suit.
Even though they had already met in more absurd ways within the club, Ariana was still very shy in real life.
"It's still early."
"They're not arriving at Hogwarts until tonight." Basil stretched and got out of bed.
The marble slab radiated heat in the sunlight.
"It's beautiful."
Phoebe looked at him without flinching, and even tried to touch him, if Ariana hadn't held her back.
"Really—"
Ariana held Phoebe's hand with one hand, while covering her eyes with the other. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was completely unaware that her other eye was still open, with a large gap between her fingers covering it.
Basil's fingertips glowed.
The clothes in the wardrobe vanished into thin air and appeared on his body.
His shoes and socks also automatically traversed space and enveloped his feet.
Where do you guys want to go for fun?
"We just went hiking yesterday—the one outside Hogsmeade Village."
Ariana, suppressing her embarrassment and slight regret, said, "No, Albus said we're going to Platform 9 3/4."
Phoebe raised her slender, white fingers, holding six train tickets between them. "Look, the round-trip train tickets are all prepared for us."
Basil's pupils contracted.
What!
Dumbledore bastard!
"So, we have to take the train from Hogsmeade Station to Station 9¾, then get back on the Platform 9 3/4, and finally get back to Hogsmeade Station?"
Ariana nodded. "It will take about 6 hours to go there and back."
"The train to school leaves at 11 a. m., will we really make it in time?"
It's already 8 o'clock.
Phoebe unfolded the train ticket. "We should make it in time. The train ticket for Hogsmeade Station says the departure time is 9 o'clock."
Basil explained, "The trains used for the start of the school year are older models."
"Don't be fooled by the name Hogwarts Express."
"It's not fast."
"In the early 19th century, to make it easier for Hogwarts students to get to school, the then Minister for Magic Ryan Gamble, requisitioned a Muggle train and built a small train station in the wizarding Hogsmeade Village."
"But the Ministry of Magic at the time was not in a hurry to build another wizarding railway station in central London, because it was under the watchful eyes of Muggle and could easily violate the International Statute of Secrecy if not careful."
"The problem was not solved until Evangeline Orpington became minister: a hidden platform was added to the newly built King's Cross Station for Muggle, which only wizards and witches could enter."
"Then another Muggle train was requisitioned."
"And the train used at station 9¾ was the one requisitioned in the early 19th century."
"Because it was significant, it was the first Muggle train requisitioned by the Ministry of Magic."
"Therefore, it only carries Hogwarts students; it is Hogwarts' exclusive train."
"It has never even had its parts replaced. When it breaks, they just call a bunch of wizards to do a major [Reparo]."
"Due to the rise of nostalgia and the emergence of conservative forces, steam engines have been completely abandoned in favor of a less efficient all-magical system."
"We're on the train that Evangeline Openton requisitioned when she took office at Hogsmeade Station. It's much more advanced and faster."
"Moreover, it has been fitted with more advanced parts and modified by the Magical Maintenance Department."
"So the journey that takes the Hogwarts carriage six hours to complete can be covered in just one and a half hours."
Basil spoke as they walked, and by then they had reached the hall.
Because of time constraints, they didn't eat breakfast, but just took a few pies and some drinks from the table.
Phoebe drank her milk and carefully descended the stairs, asking curiously, "Requisitioned? The British Ministry of Magic didn't pay?"
Basil gentlemanly helped Ariana down the stairs, nodding as he said, "Of course. The poor Muggle railroad workers of Crewe forgot about it. The aftereffects lasted a year. For the next year, they always felt like they had misplaced something important."
"Huh?" Ariana doubted her ears. "Why is the Ministry of Magic doing this?"
Phoebe didn't care about any of that; all the Ministry of Magic in different countries were the same. She was simply curious, "How is this possible with so many Muggle?"
Basil shrugged. "The Ministry of Magic undertook a massive project to acquire this train, involving 167 Memory Charm and the largest Concealment Charm in British history."
Phoebe let out a gasp.
However, she was not speaking out for the actions of the British Ministry of Magic.
Instead, she discovered a horse-drawn carriage without horses approaching them.
What is that?
In the game "Dream Kingdom", Phoebe also made some deals with Lessie.
To improve her endurance and avoid being ridiculed like Sophie, she traded her own blood for a potion to enhance her strength.
Therefore, her senses were also very sharp, and she was able to notice that an unseen creature had stopped in front of them, pulling a carriage.
"This child isn't ugly, is he?" Ariana's hand touched the head that was very similar to a dragon's head, with white eyes that seemed to have no pupils.
It snorted.
"You can see?" Phoebe realized.
"You can't see it?" Ariana asked, puzzled. She began to examine the creature standing in the room.
They are actually closer to reptiles than horses.
There was no flesh on its body; its black fur clung tightly to its skeleton, and every bone was clearly visible.
Wings—large and black— Fang Sheng the bulge between the shoulder bones, appearing to belong to a giant bat.
With that head and eyes, it looked strange and ominous.
But for some reason, she found it cute.
And
The enormous head began to rub against her palm.
Does it like her too?
"Bucky, what is it?"
"It itches, stop licking me!"
Ariana looked at the swaying, reptilian head, its long black mane, its scarlet forked tongue, and its sharp fangs, but she wasn't afraid at all.
He wondered why he had thought it was strange and ominous.
Basil explained, "It is Thestral. Only those who have witnessed death and fully accepted and understood it can see Thestral."
"Alright, let's get on the bus."
Ariana patted Thestral's smooth neck one last time before getting into the car.
Phoebe closed the car door.
The Thestral seemed to receive a command and began to move forward.
Phoebe waved her hand in disgust in front of her nose. The faint musty and straw smell in the carriage made her, with her keen senses, feel a little nauseous.
She had no choice but to move closer to Basil.
His clean scent and faint sunshine smelled wonderful.
Soon, the carriage left the castle.
The winged boar statues and stone pillars lining the driveway prove this point.
Because it was downhill, the carriage moved even faster.
With Basil's support, Phoebe gradually recovered and began to ask the question she had wanted to ask before getting on the carriage, but had been interrupted, "You said that only those who have witnessed death can see the Thestral."
"But I have seen it before. I once went hunting with my family and even killed a deer with my own hands."
Basil shook his head. "It's only possible to see. It's obvious that you, as a hunter, didn't truly understand death when you were hunting."
"Generally speaking, humans can only empathize with the death of their own kind."
"You are very lucky."
As he spoke, Basil grasped Ariana's hand.
He suddenly became worried that she might recall unpleasant memories.
It seems I'm not promiscuous.
It's just that there happen to be a lot of people who like her.
Basil muttered things to himself that he didn't believe, trying to justify the strange feeling that had suddenly arisen in him.
Phoebe fell silent.
The intelligent woman easily understood the meaning behind Basil's words.
Both Basil and Ariana witnessed the deaths of important people.
The carriage gradually came to a stop.
Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened the car door. "We've arrived."
The small platform was bustling with activity.
As Basil and Phoebe walked out, the people on the platform couldn't help but turn their attention to them.
As Half-Veela, Phoebe's charm alone is enough to attract people's attention.
Moreover, there's also the presence of Basil.
There were many students on the platform who lived in Hogsmeade Village but also had to take the train to Platform 9 3/4.
They recognized Basil immediately.
"The unattainable beauty of Gryffindor!"
Who's next to him?
"A new student?"
"No, they don't look like first graders."
"They definitely aren't Hogwarts students, otherwise how could I not have noticed them?"
"Yeah, especially that silver-haired one, really... um... Granger is still the best looking! What to do? He's a guy!"
The students on the platform couldn't help but start discussing it, so much so that they forgot their parents were still there.
Those male students who doubted their sexual orientation were quickly grabbed by the ears.