The child’s adolescence had been unfortunate. The Swallow Empire had once been called the country of barbarians, and the Ciba Tribe was made up of the lowest-class citizens in the Empire. That was where the child was born.
His story was cliche: one day, another tribe invaded the Ciba Tribe, utterly ruining them. The person who the child had called mother was raped by the invaders in front of the child, and they chopped off his father’s limbs and fed him to the dogs. Then the invaders turned to the blood-soaked child. His fate was sealed... until his savior suddenly appeared.
His savior had exterminated the invaders and then introduced himself as the best black mage on the continent; then, he gave the child one more opportunity. The child remembered what the mage had said vividly.
“Kekeke, you look quite talented. At this rate, you’re going to die soon, so do you want to test our fate?”
His savior had suggested that the child sign a contract with a demon, and the child had accepted. That had happened dozens of years ago. The child climbed from the lowest social class and had grown up to become someone who might as well be the emperor of the Swallow Empire.
He called himself Lucifer.
“Kekeke....”
As a matter of fact, “Lucifer” wasn’t a well-regarded name in the human realm; the name belonged to the fallen angel, banished by his fellow angels. That Lucifer gradually earned the trust of the Demon Spirit, allowing him to become a grand duke—in other words, Lucifer was the name of the Grand Duke of the Demon Realm.
“Kekeke.”
The man who had made a contract with such a figure was the Grand Duke of the Swallow Empire, the man known as the Crimson Sky.
Lucifer stopped laughing and ran his red tongue over his lip, eyeing the man who stood opposite to him in the blood-red sky.
“Seriously, it has truly been a long time since I became this serious about a battle,” he said to Joshua. “Do you know the name ‘Lucifer’?”
-Master! That man’s power...
‘It’s okay,’ Joshua reassured the sender of the telepathic message.
“I know,” he curtly answered Lucifer.
“Oh?” Lucifer’s eyes gleamed. “You know the name?”
“He’s the only being that is considered a traitor by both angels and demons,” Joshua calmly replied. “He was an idiot who only looked straight ahead, and didn’t even think about looking behind to see who was coming for him...”
After listening to Joshua for a moment, Lucifer frowned.
“...It looks like you know a thing or two about legends, but what you know is different from the truth.”
“What’s different?” Joshua quietly asked.
“It was the hypocritic angels who betrayed everyone, not the fallen angel Lucifer.” The man’s frown deepened as if it had happened to him personally. “Angels betrayed Lucifer after he protected their home. He was catastrophically strong, so no matter how many angels pounced at him, he was capable of reducing them into pulp. Michael, the one they called the strongest warrior among the angels, woke up in surprise when he heard the name ‘Lucifer’.”
But there was no way Lucifer didn’t know about that.
“...Kekeke, I was wondering what nonsense you were talking about.” Lucifer shrugged off those thoughts with a wicked smile. “Enough chitchatting. Die now.”
Lucifer moved his hand to grab the sword hanging on his waist, believing for certain that he would be able to kill Joshua with a single strike.
“I’ll show you why I’m called ‘One Strike, One Kill’.”
Lucifer slowly drew his sword. The gloomy red blade rumbled...
A red lightning bolt struck Joshua.
The people looked up at the sky not knowing know what had happened. The only sign that Lucifer had already launched an attack with his sword was the clang of metal.
“Kekeke...” Lucifer smiled.
Just as he had expected, he slew Joshua too easily. It was understandable because Lucifer had already been as fast as sound, but after he summoned Azazel, he moved like light. Once he’d become that fast, no one in his entire life had been able to deflect his attacks... until today.
Lucifer saw a red spark and felt his hands go numb due to the recoil. His eyes popped wide open.
“...Unbelievable...” His jaw dropped when he saw Joshua casually stretching his neck as if nothing happened, although Lucifer should have slain him.
“I swear I could feel my sword cut something...” Lucifer blankly murmured.
The unbelievable sight rendered Lucifer speechless.
“Just like I told you before... there are two main reasons why I’m certain the man behind you is Azazel,” Joshua said.
The man flinched in surprise and raised his head.
“First of all, he despises the sword since it’s Michael’s favorite weapon, so from the start, Azael’s main weapon has been a spear. Secondly...” Joshua trailed off with a bitter smile. “The real Lucifer is somewhere else.”
“...What?”
Lucifer didn’t get to ask anything else. With a grand hum, unlike anything Lucifer had ever heard, Joshua produced a pitch-black spear.
“...Magic Spear Arts Level 8, Final Origin: Battle Ghost Spear,” Joshua murmured.
“Magi-Magic Spear Arts...?” Lucifer gradually became petrified.
When Joshua mentioned the Magic Spear Arts, the man behind Lucifer frantically howled.
Joshua slowly swung his spear, the creeping point of his weapon creating a round form. With his aura, Joshua drew a moon and used his spear to impale it. The man behind Lucifer was well aware of this technique: it belonged to the shining darkness who had fallen to the Human Realm after the darkness had been pierced by the Demon Spirit’s spear. His name was...