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 deserve all of

Gulp—!

a mouthful of saliva, Connel's eyes suddenly

"Haa..haaa..."

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

another mouthful of saliva, he leaned back

took out a small piece

made your

moment that he took out the paper that a raspy

Connel's eyes remained fixed on the

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

red eyes shone in the

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

spectral figure took a step forward revealing

the contract in Connal's hands,

you

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

fixed on the creature before him, he opened his

ranked demon, while

"...You could."

the room, and sitting on the table, the black

me tell you

"A story?"

knit. His

don't have time for

I'll bet you will

humanoid creature started

once a demon. A young demon. He was just like any other demon out there. Purposeless. Just

and leaned closer to Connel who

he leaned closer to

must conquer planets and convert the mana into demonic energy. It's the way we can

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

placed

finish

pressure suddenly bore down on the

came from Connel's body, however, the demon

like any other demon out there he simply conquered planets after planets just to ensure his survival. His existence was, how should I

a thoughtful look appeared on the demon's face as

"... Purposeless?"

he

the best way I could describe

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

do you think would happen if one day that demon got

his hands on the desk, he leaned his face closer to

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

you think

your

before his body suddenly

"Huh?"

had gotten swept by

on the demon's face

"Correct."

the demon sat down on the chair

stared at his

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

his hand, the room suddenly chilled as the demon's smile faded. His

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

as he secretly swallowed a mouthful of

back, Connel was just about to reply when the demon answered in

obviously be the best fucking

glare pierced right through Connel's eyes, and the