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

Gulp—!

mouthful of saliva, Connel's eyes suddenly

"Haa..haaa..."

more laborious and

leaned back and

Connel took out a small piece of paper shrouded

made

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

of being startled, Connel's eyes remained fixed

eyes alongside the paper, he soon raised his head and his eyes paused

red eyes shone in

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

raspy laugh suddenly resounded throughout the room as the spectral figure took

contract in Connal's

you interested in signing

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

his eyes still fixed on the creature

a contract with you?...in terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon,

"...You could."

on the table, the black humanoid creature suddenly

tell you a

"A story?"

knit. His voice

have

I'll bet you will

the dark humanoid creature started

demon out there.

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

to Connel,

conquer planets and convert the mana into demonic energy.

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

placed

finish

bore down

however, the demon

demon, he was young, and well, he was a demon. Just like any other demon out there he simply conquered planets after planets just to ensure his survival. His existence was, how should

his chin, a thoughtful look appeared on the

"... Purposeless?"

fingers, he looked

Purposeless. That is the best way I could

Demon King, we can't do anything we want. How

once

if

he leaned his

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

do you think

your best

answered before his

"Huh?"

had gotten swept

demon's

"Correct."

the desk, the demon

hand, he stared at

I were to tell you that I'm merely a pawn? A small piece of a bigger board at play? What would

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

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

secretly swallowed a mouthful

about to reply when the demon answered in

be the best fucking piece

through Connel's eyes, and the