Chapter 568
Melusine's Golden-Eyed Man suddenly narrowed; her emotions were undoubtedly in turmoil, as could be seen from the constantly wagging tail behind her.
"Ha, you think you can show off such a simple trick? I could do it easily if I wanted to."
Kama, with his arms crossed, feigned composure and gave a cold snort.
At this moment, Lilith revealed a gentle smile full of maternal radiance, and stretched out her gloved hands to gently stroke her still flat and firm belly.
"Don't worry, Dad will be back to see us soon."
There, dark red patterns were faintly visible in the sunlight.
"Because, our next lovely, brand new Lilitu... is living comfortably in here now, waiting to come out and reunite with us~ Yahoo~ Yahoo~"
Silence fell over the Hall once more.
A few seconds later, it was broken by yet another Outsider.
"Excuse me, could I ask you a slightly... normal, but also very, very important question?"
Aoko Aozaki walked down slowly and leisurely.
Alice or Yumina now? It's hard to say.
Those eyes, so black they were practically invisible, first scanned Lilith's lower abdomen for several seconds, then glanced at Lilitu, and finally settled on Lilith smile remained unchanged.
So, in a slow and deliberate tone, she asked softly:
"I am the true owner of this mansion. Before you all checked in, did you carefully read the visitor accommodation regulations I personally wrote, as well as the relevant member check-in procedures?"
At the same time, in Akihabara, a figure was leisurely strolling through the bustling streets.
She wore a classic black dress, her long silver hair tied back in a simple ponytail, and a subtle, elegant smile graced her face.
It is Satan, who came from Paradise Lost.
At this moment, he did not display the same conciliatory behavior towards the Satan that he had shown at the Pandemonium meeting. Instead, he leisurely appreciated everything around him like an ordinary tourist.
"What a vibrant and Desire city!"
The reason why Satan appeared in Paradise Lost was not just a whim for sightseeing.
Rather, it's because he needs to find a "container" to integrate 'Gluttony'.
Previously, while Lilith was distracted and preoccupied, Satan of Paradise Lost quietly proclaimed the concept of 'Gluttony'.
However, since the Seven Sins is a power that Lilith obtained, he cannot use the Gluttony Summoning and can only find a vessel to contain it.
And so, the gaze of Paradise Lost, Satan, continued to search through the bustling crowd.
Most humans and Servant are too murky and insignificant to bear even a fraction of the Authority "Gluttony".
Gluttony, the sixth of the Seven Sins, represents turning away from God's teachings.
Just when he was about to lose patience, a figure caught his attention.
She was a Black-Haired Girl looked to be about fourteen years old, wearing Black Leather Jacket.
She was standing alone under a tree, her head slightly bowed, intently looking at a small electronic device in her hand.
Paradise Lost truly attracted Satan's attention was the peculiar "aura" emanating from her.
It was an aura full of "possibility" and "adaptability," as if it could easily accept and accommodate any external power and concept, and transform it into a part of itself. What surprised Paradise Lost Satan even more was that he could also faintly sense a very, very faint, yet real, aura of "Deity" from the girl.
Not a god, but Pagan God.
Interesting.
A slight smile curved the corners of Satan's mouth in Paradise Lost.
Then, with composed steps, he slowly walked towards the girl.
Paradise Lost, Satan, intends to use his seductive and inflammatory language to lure this human girl into willingly becoming "Gluttony."
Just as he was about to reach the girl and was about to utter the Perfection opening line that he had rehearsed countless times in his mind—
The girl seemed completely oblivious to his presence, still intently watching the electronic device in her hand, and even letting out a barely audible chuckle when she saw something interesting.
So, Paradise Lost Satan stopped and glanced curiously at the screen of the electronic device in the girl's hand.
On the screen, a somewhat rough-produced animation was playing, but the background music was unexpectedly romantic. The animation seemed to be about several people running, and the title, displayed clearly in an ancient yet powerful font, stated—
Demon King
Demon King?
Satan's brow furrowed almost Paradise Lost.
What a coincidence! To be interested in the Demon King? But this Demon King seems to be a creation of humans, like Schubert or Goethe?
Just then, the girl seemed to have finished reading, stretched, and as soon as she raised her head, her eyes met those of Paradise Lost, Satan.
"Oh? It's 'The Demon King'?" Paradise Lost Satan feigned surprise, then revealed an expression of understanding, exclaiming, "So there are people in this foreign land who love it so much. That's truly rare."
The girl, Erice, merely glanced at him and replied in a flat tone, "May I ask who you are?"
This reaction was exactly what Paradise Lost Satan had anticipated. He paused, looked at Erice with expectant eyes, and smiled as he said:
"To be honest, I am the 'fusion' of the spirit and talent of both Goethe and Schubert."
He felt that this method would definitely pique the interest of young girls.
However,
Erice heard this self-introduction, her face showed no surprise or admiration. Instead, she scrutinized him several times with the look one might give a "lunatic."
Then, in an uncertain tone, she asked cautiously, "Um... are you alright? Do you need me to help you find City AI for treatment?"
This caused a crack to appear in the smile of Satan, the Paradise Lost.
After an awkward exchange Erice seemed to reluctantly and somewhat doubtfully "understand" that this foreign friend with rather strange behavior might actually be... that's the case?
Although he may not be mentally sound, he has a deep understanding of "The Demon King," Goethe, and Schubert.
Of course, this is perfectly normal. For Paradise Lost Satan, Perfection disguising himself into any identity or image as needed is as simple and natural as breathing. It only takes a second, or even less, to do so easily and without any flaws.
Just as Paradise Lost Satan was about to steer the conversation towards the topics of "Gluttony" and "power," Erice suddenly changed the subject, looking at him with a curious and expectant gaze, and asked:
"By the way, since you claim to be a 'combination' of Goethe and Schubert, you must know a lot about the 'Demon King,' right? Not just his works, but everything about that 'Demon King'!"
"Certainly."
Paradise Lost: Satan is not confused.
After all, he could tell that Erice was most interested in the work "Demon King".
"That ominous king riding through Storm and Night, that 'Demon King' trying to snatch his child from his father's arms." Paradise Lost, Satan, seemed to have witnessed that scene firsthand. "It's truly a tragic and fatalistic story. The fear and helplessness of humanity facing an irresistible force of darkness—that brilliant Melody imbues that fear and despair with its very soul."
Although Erice's understanding wasn't actually that profound, she didn't think the Demon King had any connection to the "King of Ominousness" that this guy mentioned...
Wait, no, that seems to be true. I've had a pretty tough time since meeting him.
"Speaking of Erice," Erice hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering her words, but finally couldn't help asking, "Why did he take that child away? Did that child have any special meaning to him?"
Looking at the determination in the girl's eyes, Satan of Paradise Lost secretly plotted.
This girl's focus on the "Demon King" seems different from that of ordinary people, which may be a better starting point.
"Children are pure souls, the hope of the Future, and also the most easily tempted beings." The voice of Satan from Paradise Lost lowered slightly. "Perhaps the Demon King simply desires that purity, or wants to possess it. After all, the Desire to 'possess' is an instinct of all living beings, isn't it?"
Erice listened to these words and felt that what the other person said didn't seem to have any major problems, and even thought it made a lot of sense.
Because the Demon King she knew had indeed harbored ill intentions towards her when she was very young and naive, and had always tried to possess her.
However, Paradise Lost Satan was just steer the conversation towards Desire related to 'Gluttony'... I really didn't think that much of it.
"The desire to taste all the world's delicacies, experience all the ultimate pleasures, and possess all the beautiful things in the world—if this 'appetite,' this possessiveness, could be satisfied, it would surely be an unparalleled happiness, wouldn't it?"
Erice listened, her brows furrowing slightly. She wasn't particularly interested in these things; she just wanted to know more about the Demon King.
"I do know the Demon King," Erice suddenly spoke, interrupting Paradise Lost Satan's gentle persuasion, "He's not a good person."
No, he's already the kind of Demon King who specifically targets children, so how could he possibly be a universally recognized good person or a philanthropist? Does this even need to be emphasized?
Paradise Lost: Satan couldn't help but vent his inner monologue.
But he also sensed from Erice's tone that she seemed to have an unusual entanglement with the "Demon King".
Wow, there's even a complex emotional aspect involving human trafficking and entanglements. This is getting more and more interesting.
"Oh? You bad thing?" The smile on Paradise Lost Satan's face remained unchanged.
"That's truly a pity. After all, being Demon King might have its own difficulties. After all, Demon King always bear burdens and loneliness that ordinary people cannot understand."
He paused, seemingly giving the girl space to think and empathize, before speaking in a tone full of compassion and deep understanding:
"Speaking of which, that Demon King you can't forget so much, could you be considered one of my good-for-nothing 'children'? If you really want to know more about him, as your elder, I can secretly tell you some absolutely unknown, exclusive little secrets about him."
Before Erice could respond to his words, Paradise Lost Satan felt someone touch his shoulder.
Turning my head, I saw a silver-haired person.
"What a coincidence, sir," the newcomer said with a gentle and friendly smile, his voice as warm as a spring breeze, "Actually, I'm quite interested in the Demon King you mentioned."
This was Novia, who, as he spoke, patted Paradise Lost Satan's shoulder with a familiar air.
"So, how about you tell me about that good-for-nothing 'child' you're talking about, and all those so-called secrets he holds?"
573: Wow, they look somewhat similar (5k)
This is troublesome.
For Paradise Lost, Satan, this is a crisis in the literal sense.
In Paradise Lost, Satan believed that Angel should be free, but in reality, they did not feel that way, so he rebelled against God to gain freedom.
Even if that is the Supreme Being god, his own Sun, he is still an undeniable tyrant... This is how Satan in Paradise Lost perceives God.
"Yes, yes, you..." Paradise Lost Satan's voice trembled, "We were just discussing symbolic characters in some literary works, yes, that's right, just characters."
"Oh, literary works? Those are wonderful things; I personally love them." Novia nodded with a smile, her tone friendly. "Goethe and Schubert, right? That's how you introduced yourself before, an impressive hybrid Servant..."
Erice Novia frowned slightly at her overly familiar manner.
She was puzzled as to why Novia had suddenly appeared here, and a sense of disgust and annoyance at being followed rose within her. Therefore, she chose to ignore Novia's presence and turned her gaze back to Paradise Lost Satan, her tone filled with a unique expectation. "So, what is the secret about the Demon King? Tell me quickly!"
She probably thought that if she could learn some embarrassing stories from this person who was like Demon King's father, it would be quite interesting to use them to tease the Demon King who always tricked her.
Meanwhile, Satan from Paradise Lost felt his vision go black and his legs go weak.
So, should he start making up a story about the Demon King now? If Novia weren't around, he could easily come up with a lot of content, but when he looked into Novia's eyes, his throat went dry instinctively.
Until,
Novia began, "I'm also curious whether the Demon King, as your child, has any secrets."
These words brought the panicked Satan of Paradise Lost back to his senses, and hatred immediately welled up in his heart.
You are like the Sun to me.
How I long to tear open my chest and let you see the intense hatred churning within this heart! I recall the skies under your rule, how radiant and glorious they were!
However, all your goodness has proven to be evil in me, turning into pure malice.
Only because,
I absolutely disagree.
For us, who are born with freedom, there is no difference between freedom and Kingdom of Heaven. But today, most of us are merely attendants at banquets and to the hymns. Do you think we are just a bunch of insignificant entertainers?
I will never accept that servile and subservient nature.
In fact, Angel are Conceptual Dress devoid of emotion and will, born from the Myths and Legends accumulated by humankind. Apart from a few Fallen Angel gained self-will and so-called freedom, it is quite normal for them to become like this. Presumably, Satan of Paradise Lost understands this as well, but just because he understands it does not mean that he is willing to accept this fact.
So, Satan of Paradise Lost's voice became hoarse, but he straightened his slightly hunched back, and his gaze no longer darted away, but looked directly at Novia.
"Goethe!" Paradise Lost Satan almost roared the name, staring intently at Novia's face, "The Demon King calls me by these words! To him, I am the unbearable Sun! But there is not a trace of friendliness in his voice."
He paused, suppressing the emotions surging within him.
He said--
"I want to tell you, I hate you to the core! It is thanks to your patronage and favor that I have reached such a high position. The endless gratitude, the heavy debt, is an unbearable burden on my life! I am forever repaying debts, yet forever indebted, forever receiving! No matter what, I can never repay them all. What kind of torture is this? What kind of torment is this?"
"If you had only granted me a minor position, an insignificant corner, I would have been content with my lot and satisfied. Why would I have harbored such lofty ambitions and presumptuous thoughts? Why didn't you?"