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I'm The Son Of Lucifer 01
🕑 Added 2024-07-22 19:26:20 +0000 UTC"Oh... Are you a NEET, perchance?"
The boy scowled. "Is a flying eyeball really calling me a NEET? If anything, I think I'm a schizophrenic." What else could explain this after all?
He was just playing video games, and out of nowhere a monster showed up in front of him. It was a pretty disgusting thing, a flying eyeball with one bat-like wings coming from each side... It made him think of a generic RPG monster. What really creeped him out however, was that the monster actually had a mouth.
The eyeball looked around the room. "My apologies for assuming, young master. It's just that it is school time right now, and you are at home, so I concluded you had to be a NEET."
He clicked his tongue. "I'm not a NEET, my parents wouldn't let that. I'm just skipping school." As long as he didn't repeat the year at the end, his parents would be okay with it.
He pointed at the eyeball. "Leaving that aside, what are you?" Did he really have schizophrenia?
The eyeball lowered himself, touching the ground. "I am a demon butler here to guide you into demonhood, young master." Yep, it was schizophrenia. Hopefully his parents would understand. "If you accept it of course."
The boy tilted his head. "My consent matters here?" Well, he supposed those were his insane head voices.
"Of course young master." Wasn't that reassuring. "If you deny my help, you may continue life as normal. I imagine God will accept you in his good graces when you die as long as you reject me." Which meant accepting his help meant beefing with God.
What the hell was happening?
The boy finally gave up and turned his console off. "Okay, so explain this whole demonhood thing, please." He might as well learn what his messed up head was cooking.
It might be helpful for when he had to start going to therapy.
The eyeball seemed excited at his casual demeanor. "Of course. First of all, let me introduce myself... I am Satan, a vassal for you father, Lucifer." Wow! "Who has sadly passed away..." Super wow!
"He didn't have any heirs besides you either, who is a bastard... And so, I have come from below to guide you into a worthy ruler of Hell. The first step is making you into a demon, naturally." Yep, he really needed to go to therapy.
The boy nodded. "Okay Satan, but I have a few questions..." Many questions, really. "Like... why am I the only heir? Is my dad a cuck? Um... the human one, I mean."
He continued. "And becoming a demon? Shouldn't I already be one? Or more accurately, Shouldn't I be a angel or a fallen angel?"
The demon chuckled. "I'm happy you're such a curious young master. So let's start at the beginning... Yes, you are the only heir. Lucifer did not have any children besides you... Your mother must be quite the woman." She was a pretty normal Japanese person, actually.
"There are other people who could take over Hell of course, but you are the one most suited to it. Oh, and before you worry, if any of those try to come and assassinate you, I shall deal with them." Awesome, he always wanted to be part of demonic Game of Thrones.
"Now about the... cuckholdry question... Nobody complained when God did it! Everybody was totally cool with Jesus!" When he put it like that...
Nope, his non-biological dad was totally a cuck.
The eyeball continued. "And as for becoming a demon... It is pretty complicated, but anybody and anything can become a demon as long as they commit enough sin. The same goes for people becoming angels if they have enough virtue... You could call those people saints."
"You were born half-angel of course, and the only reason why those traits haven't manifested is due to your weak little human vessel. As you shed it and become a glorious evil devil, those powers should show up as well." Cool.
Though the eyeball had revealed an alternate path by accident. He could kick Satan out, and then go on a virtuous journey... but nah. The boy didn't consider himself particularly virtuous, and he didn't want to force himself to become it.
The boy hummed. "Okay, let's say I want to become a demon and rule over hell... where do I start?"
The eyeball got excited, taking flight again. "First of all, you receive your new name! There's no way a ruler of Hell could just be called Fuyuki Fujiwara." What's wrong with his name!? "So for now, when dealing with the supernatural, introduce yourself as Michael."
Fuyuki sighed. "Isn't that the name of some super important angel...?"
The eyeball shrugged. "People name their kids after family all the time. Isn't your mom named after her grandma?" Satan sure knew a lot about his family... "Besides, it's not like Michael has a trademark over his name. Though it is gonna admittedly be pretty weird once the new testament comes out."
Fuyuki raised an eyebrow. "Isn't the new testament already out...? In fact, I'm pretty sure it's been out for a while."
"Yeah, so it's not new anymore." Huh. "And of course we are gonna get a third edition out eventually. Get ready to have passages about you written on the Bible. Probably about how much of a handsome stud you are." Scary.
Fuyuki looked down. "I'm pretty average actually..." Which is kinda frustrating now that he knew his dad was Lucifer. Wasn't that guy supposed to be the most handsome fucker ever!?
The eyeball hit his head with one of his wings, it was almost like he was trying to comfort him with a headpat. "Don't worry, all your angel charisma will manifest eventually... and you will also make your own demonic charisma of course." Nice, stacking.
Eventually he moved away. "Continuing on the matter of demonhood however... As you commit sin, eventually a threshold of evil will be crossed and you will become a demon. The type of sin you commit will also influence your powers, by the way." Fuyuki was definitely taking the lust path.
Wait a minute... "So... was Hitler the demoniest guy to ever demon ever?"
The eyeball looked away. "Nope. You need a demon on your side to become a demon. That guy's freakiness was just his own fault. You get to torture him for eternity by the way." Neat.
Leaving that aside... He guessed that Satan was here as the demon meant to corrupt him. However, he also said he would get angel powers eventually. Did that mean people didn't need mentors to become angels, or was Fuyuki an exception due to his heritage?
The eyeball stared him right at the face. "So young master, will you become a demon?" Now, wasn't that a question that required some thought...
Nah, he was totally down for the Shin Megami Tensei life. "Sure Satan, I shall follow your teachings." Also, saying that was really funny. "I got a question though. Aren't you supposed to be a snake or something?"
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Ugh.
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It turned out Satan really cared about education, as he had forced Fuyuki into attending school the next day.
The eyeball had also decided on following him, but thankfully he could easily hide from normal humans... Unless Satan wanted, untrained people just couldn't see him. Which was probably the excuse his schizophrenia was using for why only he could see the dumbass thing.
As soon as lunch started, Fuyuki stretched while sitting on his chair. "This sucks..." He really hated coming to school. Shouldn't he be doing more exciting things, like wasting his time on the internet?
Satan sighed. "It may be boring young master, but it is necessary to become a reliable adult." Was he really hearing this from a demon? "Besides, isn't this the perfect place for you to start? It's a hunting ground really." No, it was actually really bad to start from here.
A criminal shouldn't commit crimes in his own neighborhood...
The eyeball looked around, finally his stare stopped on a blonde girl. "This place also contains those two girls you were babbling about... she's one of them, isn't she? Sharing a class with her should make things easier."
Fuyuki nodded, and whispered. "Yeah, it's her..."
Yumiku Miura... the queen bee of school. Or at least one of the many queen bees of school. There was always at least one per class.
She was the one he cared about though. With a kind personality to her close friends, and a furious stance towards everyone else, she had many times gazed at Fuyuki with anger for absolutely no reason. Either that, or apathy.
She was hot as hell, at least for his teenager eyes. She also happened to be really prideful, and completely out of his reach, especially since she liked a super popular sportsy guy named Hayama.
As a perverted teenager boy, he naturally wanted to push her down and rape her until her pride broke.
Huh? That was super evil?
Duh. Son of Lucifer here!
Not that Fuyuki had actually ever considered that idea before he met the eyeball, it was just a stupid dark fantasy that he felt bad for having. Now however, he would totally turn that fantasy into reality... somehow.
The eyeball glowed for a second. "Very well, I have marked her."
Fuyuki stole a glance at Yumiko. "What does that even mean?" It didn't look like anything special had happened. Yumiko and her legs were as normal as ever.
Man... her legs were so long...
The eyeball chuckled. "It means I have decided to land you a bit of aid in your first sins, since you are still a normal human and all." Well, that was nice of Satan. "What I just used is a simple ability of mine... It allows me to watch a person at all times. Think of it like planting a camera on someone."
"If I discover any dirty secret of hers, or if her life is threatened, I shall warn you, young master." Not that he could do much with that as he currently was.
Still, Fuyuki would be really happy if Yumiko had some embarassing secret he could use to blackmail her into being raped over and over again... Wow, he had really accepted being mega evil very quickly, hadn't he?
Almost as is if she could sense his evil intent, Yumiko clicked her tongue, turned around, and glared at him. "What your looking at, Fujiwara...?" She remembered his name? Ah, he would fall in love if she kept being this cute.
He turned his head away. "Nothing, sorry." He wanted to say something cheeky about looking at legs or whatever, but that wouldn't be good.
Fuyuki planned on breaking her sexually after all, and that would probably involve kidnapping her for a few days. If he had witnesses seeing him act like a little shit before that, the police would probably look into him.
Thankfully the blonde simple huffed and went back to talking with her friends.
The eyeball chuckled. "And you want to make that girl yours? Could it be that young master is a M?" Satan really didn't get it.
He wanted to make that girl his because he was an S!
Fuyuki didn't want to have this argument right now though, so he simply rolled his eyes. "Shut it. Any suggestions about how to deal with her...?" If Satan was willing to mark her, maybe he would also be willing to give him a strategy?
Satan hummed. "For now... no, but I'm sure by tomorrow I will have something on her. I'm watching her after all." Right, the mark. "I might also bring a few items from hell to help you at the start, but that will be it."
He continued. "For now, let's find your second target so I can mark her."
Fuyuki nodded, and silently got up from his class. Lunchtime was limited, so he couldn't afford to waste any time... but thankfully he had an idea on where he could find his second target.
He silently walked the hallways of the school, until he found an entrance to a club. More specifically, the entrance to the service club.
He opened the door to it without hesitation. "Yo." And as expected, there were two girls eating lunch inside.
One of them was a classmate of his, Yui Yuigahama. She was cute and nice and... Fuyuki didn't know much about her. She didn't felt particularly unreachable however, so he didn't feel the same temptation towards her.
The other one was very much not a classmate of his. Yukino Yukinoshita... the Ice Queen of the school, and also a holder of a very, very stupid sounding name. Not that anybody had the courage to say that to her.
She was akin to the yin to Yumiko's yang. Both were really beautiful, but while Yumiko was sexy, Yukino was elegant, if that made sense. Yukino was also kind of a cold woman who seemingly didn't have any friends.
Normally something like that would tank her popularity, but her looks, her grades, and her very rich family just made her into the popular girl, instead of the weirdo loser freak. Many boys in the school would sell their soul to be with her.
Fuyuki had basically sold his soul to rape her. Then again, now he was actually the guy who was supposed to buy souls.
The eyeball glowed. "I have marked her." He already knew the second target had black hair and blue eyes, so once he entered the room, he immediately knew who the target was.
Which meant Fuyuki had accomplished all his plans for the day...
Alas, he had entered the room, so he also had to escape. "Yahallo...?" Yui seemed confused. "Um... do you need something, Fujiwara?" Oh!? She also knew his name!?
Could it be that he was actually super popular or something!?
Yeah, definitely not.
Yukino sighed. "If it's about the Service Club, please do not come for our help during lunch. Come at club hours." Fuyuki didn't even know exactly what the Service Club was.
He knew it existed, and he knew those two attended it, but that was pretty much it. Since he didn't have many friends, the rumor mills of the school rarely reached him. Still, he could sort of guess by that name... sort of...
It sounded very pervy though, and he doubted Yukino was selling her body.
How would she even sell something that didn't belong to her in the first place anyways?
He waved them off. "Sorry, I was just looking for someone. I guess I got the wrong place." And now it was time for his escape!
Yui smiled as her eyes lit up. "Are you looking for H—" But he didn't bother listening, instead he left as fast as possible.
Spending anymore time than necessary with his targets was dangerous.
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Fuyuki lived a fair distance away from his school. It was just enough that taking a train wasn't worth it, but also that walking back home took a while. He supposed in such a situation he should buy a bike, but it wasn't really his thing.
Besides, he tended to skip school a lot anyways. He just came to find his two targets.
As he walked the streets, he put a hand to his chin. "I wonder if instead of going straight home, I should scout some abandoned warehouses or something." He had to find a place that nobody visited.
The eyeball by his side let a hum of curiosity. "Oh? Why are you looking for that, young master?"
The answer was obvious. "I need a place to keep Yukino and Yumiko while I break them. This type of thing isn't done in a day." It had to be a place close to the school, so he could safely drag them there.
But then again, if they disappeared near the school, then the police would look for places near the school first, right? How troublesome.
The eyeball chuckled. "I'm happy you're thinking so hard about this young master, but there is a easy solution for your problem." Oh? "There is a... potion made in hell that drives people with no supernatural power crazy with lust. I could give it to you tomorrow, since I did promise items." Oh!?
"Just one drop would be enough that those two would be begging for male genitalia." Did he really have to say it like that!? "And if you are the one who provides it, they will submit to you for eternity. It's no exaggeration to say that they will become bitches who only think about your male genitalia." Again!?
Honestly, what a disappointing potion. "Ugh, I'll pass."
Satan seemed quite shocked. "Why!? It would easily make them yours... granting you power!" Raping and breaking two girls would be quite a step towards demonhood. Without a doubt Fuyuki would awaken a supernatural ability or two.
The heir of Hell clicked his tongue. "First of all, that would just make hiding my crimes even harder." If Yukino and Yumiko went crazy, the police would go crazy trying to find out what happened.
"Second of all... I don't want two pigs who just know how to oink for more food. I'm not after them only for their bodies, if that was the case I would aim for porn stars." As cute and sexy as they were... they were teens.
There were plenty of more well developed woman around.
There were three criteria for the women Fuyuki was picking.
The first criteria was indeed their bodies. Not much to say about that, he was a teenager and he wanted to puck his dick inside of a pussy. Big surprise.
The second was their personality. Yumiko and Yukino were both cold to Fuyuki... and to most people, and he wanted to turn that coldness into warmth. He wanted to see that tsun shell crack, so he could enjoy the dere, essentially.
The third was their unavailability. Yumiko was super popular, and liked a super popular guy. Yukino was sort of super popular, and came from a super stuck up family. Fuyuki wanted them to submit to him.
Which is why... "Don't bring me that potion tomorrow, because I'll be throwing it in the trash. Yumiko Miura and Yukino Yukinoshita will not become pigs... When they open their legs and beg for the cum of the son of Lucifer, they will be very aware of what they're doing."
Satan... started crying. "Oh... what joy!"
"Oi, what the hell are you doing?" It was at this moment that Fuyuki learned that even devils may cry.
"I'm just so... happy! I thought young master would just raised his Lust attributes, and completely ignore Pride." That was the plan though. "But I see the fruit does not fall far from the three." That was definitely not a good thing.
The eyeball smile would almost be cute, if it was not an eyeball. "You will not regret being prideful young master! All Pride abilities are super cool, like a barrier that slows attacks down to zero speed because nothing should be allowed to touch you!" Satoru Gojo!?
"Meanwhile, Lust is super lame, filled with things like impregnating a girl with one gaze!" He wanted that! "And then having that girl be torn apart from the inside by the devilish spawn!" Or maybe not after all!?
Fuyuki casually poked Satan's eye. "Just shut up already."
"Are you now walking the path of Wrath!?"
