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..."

to become more laborious and sweat tricked down the

leaned back and opened the

took out a small piece of paper shrouded by

you've made your

out the paper that

of being startled, Connel's eyes remained fixed on the paper in front

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

and red eyes

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

throughout the room as the spectral figure took a step

at the contract in Connal's

it? Are you interested in signing the

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

fixed on the creature

terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon,

"...You could."

sitting on the table, the black humanoid creature

me tell

"A story?"

His voice suddenly

have

I'll bet you will

dark humanoid

once a demon. A young demon. He was just like any other demon out there. Purposeless. Just invading other planets and corrupting the mana of that world into demonic

his lips and leaned closer to Connel who was staring

to Connel, the

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

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

placed his finger on his mouth

finish

intense pressure suddenly bore down on

pressure came from Connel's body, however, the demon

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

chin, a thoughtful look appeared on the demon's

"... Purposeless?"

he looked

Purposeless. That is the best way I could describe his

we can't do anything we want. How should I say it

once again

would happen if one day that demon got

the desk, he

that Demon got a purpose? ...Regardless of

you think

your best

before his body suddenly

"Huh?"

he had gotten swept

on the demon's face when

"Correct."

desk, the demon sat down on the

he stared at his long

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

demon's smile faded. His

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

thought as he secretly

just about to

would obviously be the best fucking

Connel's eyes,