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—!

a mouthful of saliva, Connel's eyes suddenly snapped

"Haa..haaa..."

and sweat

leaned back and opened the drawer

Connel took out a small piece of paper shrouded by a

you've made

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

eyes remained fixed on the paper

soon raised his head and his eyes paused on a

eyes

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

as the spectral figure took a

the contract in Connal's hands, he

about it? Are you interested

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

his eyes still fixed on the creature before

only a Count ranked demon, while I'm ranked. Wouldn't I gain

"...You could."

sitting on the table,

me tell

"A story?"

His voice suddenly

have time for

bet you will wanna

the dark humanoid creature

like any other demon out there. Purposeless. Just invading other

demon suddenly licked his lips and leaned closer to Connel who was staring at him

to

know, in order to survive, we must conquer planets and convert the

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

the demon placed his

me finish my

intense pressure suddenly bore down on the

body, however, the demon

well, he was a demon. Just like any other demon out there

his hand over his chin, a thoughtful look appeared on the demon's face as he crossed

"... Purposeless?"

fingers, he looked

Purposeless. That is the best way I could describe his

we want. How should I say it for you humans to

once

would happen if one day

on the desk, he leaned his

of nowhere that Demon got a purpose? ...Regardless

do you

your best

answered before his body suddenly

"Huh?"

he had gotten swept by the demon's

on the demon's face when he saw

"Correct."

away from the desk, the demon sat down on the

his hand, he stared at his

that I'm merely a pawn? A small piece of a bigger board at play? What would you do if you

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

H..he's clearly

secretly

was just about to reply

the best fucking

glare pierced right through Connel's eyes, and the