The Author's POV

A maddening scribbling sound rang inside a dark room that was lit up by a pale yellow light coming from a small lamp sitting atop a large wooden desk.

Sat behind the desk was a male with long dark hair and green eyes. He was none other than Connal Rhinestone, Aaron's father.

His current state was a mess as his eyes bagged, his clothes were unkempt, and a heavy stench of alcohol permeated throughout the room.

"...H...how fucking dare they."

He muttered as his head slumped to the side of the table.

Bang—!

Standing up, he banged the table with his fist.

"Fuckers!"

He began to shout.

"How dare they do this to my son!? He is 876?! What bullshit is this!?"

As he screamed, his voice was filled with resentment.

The reason for this was because of the actions that the Union had taken after his son's death.

Instead of giving him his son's body back, the Union handed him to the Monolith and proclaimed him to be the wanted criminal 876.

The repercussions of such an announcement were extremely powerful, as not even a day after the announcement was made and huge protests began to parade beneath his guild as people started branding him and his guild members as 'Villains.' 'Murderers.' 'Supporters of evil.'

Their image was completely tarnished and the following day, many of the members proclaimed their resignation, and slowly one by one more and more members started to leave.

"Fuckk..."

Connal rolled his head on the table as his fist once again smashed against the table.

"What sort of bullshit was this? my son was 876? Impossible!"

Connal had already read about 876.

This was only natural, after all, the bounty on his head was huge, and it had indeed interested him in the past.

That being said, having read that, he knew exactly what it was impossible for Aaron to be 876.

It was clear that the Union was trying to frame his son in order to protect the actual 876, which was none other than the kid Ren Dover.

Connal would've been stupid to have not made that connection.

"Haaa..."

Slumping back down on his chair, Connel powerlessly looked toward the glass window of his office.

There he managed to catch city of the beautiful city that shone brightly in the night.

It was beautiful. Or that was at least how it used to look in the past.

However, now that his son was gone, everything started to become duller for him.

"A...Aaron."

A parent's worst nightmare was seeing their own son die before them.

Especially when it was broadcasted throughout the whole human domain.

Just recalling the image of his son being split into two, and his body laying down on the floor whilst everyone was cheering pained Connal's heart to no end.

He couldn't understand it.

"Why...why...why did this have to happen to my son?"

Connel mumbled repeatedly as he leaned forward on his desk and grabbed onto his head with both hands.

to

Gulp—!

saliva, Connel's eyes suddenly

"Haa..haaa..."

started to become more laborious and

back and opened

small piece of paper

you've made

moment that he took out the paper that a raspy voice suddenly sounded from the other

being startled, Connel's eyes remained fixed on the

raised his head and his eyes paused on a black

bright and red eyes shone

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

raspy laugh suddenly resounded throughout the room as the spectral figure took a step forward revealing the features of

contract in Connal's hands, he

it? Are you interested in signing

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

his eyes still fixed on the creature before him,

with you?...in terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon, while I'm ranked. Wouldn't I gain more

"...You could."

around the room, and sitting on the table, the

tell

"A story?"

knit. His voice

don't have time for

you will wanna hear this

dark humanoid creature

was just like any other demon out there. Purposeless.

leaned closer to Connel who

closer to Connel, the

and convert the mana into demonic energy. It's

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

placed

me finish my

suddenly bore down on the

body, however, the demon simply

was once this demon, he was young, and well, he was a demon. Just like any other demon out there he

look appeared

"... Purposeless?"

fingers, he looked

Purposeless. That is the best way

anything we want. How should

the demon once again

would happen if one day that

the desk, he leaned his face

suddenly out of nowhere that Demon got a purpose? ...Regardless of how big or small it

you think would

would try your

before

"Huh?"

had gotten swept by the demon's

appeared on the demon's

"Correct."

demon sat down on the

hand, he stared at

merely a pawn? A small piece of a bigger board at play? What would you do if you were in the

chilled as the demon's smile faded. His shift in demeanor sent

I scared?... H..he's clearly

thought as he secretly swallowed a mouthful

his body back, Connel was just about to reply when the demon

be the best fucking piece out

right through Connel's eyes, and the