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.

did we do to deserve

Gulp—!

a mouthful of saliva,

"Haa..haaa..."

started to become more laborious and sweat tricked down the side of his

back and

small piece of paper shrouded by a

made

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

startled, Connel's eyes remained fixed on the paper

the paper, he soon raised his head and his eyes paused on a black spectral figure in the corner

bright and red eyes shone in

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

spectral figure took

contract in Connal's hands,

Are you

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

eyes still fixed on the creature before him, he

are only a Count ranked demon, while I'm

"...You could."

on the table, the black humanoid creature

me tell you

"A story?"

His

have

will wanna hear

the dark humanoid

demon out there. Purposeless. Just invading

lips and leaned closer to Connel who was staring at him with

leaned closer to Connel,

you know, in order to survive, we must conquer planets and convert the mana into demonic energy.

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

the demon placed his finger

finish my

intense pressure suddenly bore

body, however, the demon simply

was a demon. Just like any other demon out

a thoughtful look appeared on the demon's face as he crossed

"... Purposeless?"

fingers, he looked

that's right. Purposeless. That is the best way I could

and surviving, we have no purpose. Because of the Demon King, we can't do anything we want. How should I say it for you humans to understand...ah! It's like going to work twenty-four hours a day without a

the demon once again

think would happen if

hands on the desk, he leaned his

that Demon got a purpose? ...Regardless of how big

do you

would try your best to do

before his body

"Huh?"

swept by

on the demon's face when he

"Correct."

the demon sat down on the chair

hand, he stared at his long and pointy

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

as the demon's smile faded.

scared?... H..he's clearly weaker than

thought as he secretly

body back, Connel was just about to

the best fucking

pierced right through Connel's eyes, and the temperature dropped