The Light of Destruction

"I sensed it—the Creator's displeasure. An angry gaze had fallen upon that city."

The ram-headed demon upon the throne reached out and plucked a flower from the flames.

"Sweet dreams have burned my flower."

Muttering words only he could understand, the Lord of the Fire Devils, clad in a black gentleman's coat and white gloves, rose to his feet.

"Akash."

"My most passionate child, I command you to lead the legions and command the Flame Lords—you will use boundless fire to leave those sea-dwelling octopuses wailing in misery!"

Those words meant a declaration of war against the Cthulhu entities.

"Just what I had in mind, old man."

The white-haired young man in sunglasses, his tie hanging crookedly across his chest and a bat-wing-like cape draped behind him, readily accepted the order.

"Dubra."

"My cleverest child, I ignited your body and bestowed upon you blades, saws, axes, and halberds—you will cleanse iron scythes with sulfur and reap the undead remains from the desert!"

Those words meant a declaration of war against the Ancient Egypt faction.

"Yes, my father."

The little Priest girl answered calmly. She had also risen to Ghost Rank, though she would be facing the High Priest.

"Katrina."

"My bravest child, I grant you boiling blood and an unyielding will—you will break open the Sea Kingdom's treasury and use its gold and silver to forge statues for our benefactor!"

As for those words, they were naturally a declaration of war against the Sea Kingdom.

"Say no more, old man!"

The leather-clad girl in a military cap, chains in hand, was always brimming with fighting spirit. It was simply in her nature!

"Lastly, Constance—"

Having given orders to his three children, the ram-headed demon duke turned his gaze toward his final child. This graceful young woman dressed as a succubus