How to Make the Perfect Demon Lord

Universe 2, Earth 001

Inside the chapel, light streamed in through tall arched windows, scattering across the polished marble floor. The air was fresh, circulating as if the walls themselves breathed, making the sacred hall feel like an open field under heaven's gaze. Every wall bore images — each depicting the same divine figure as the statue at the altar, yet each one telling a different story. In one, he lifted a finger toward the sky, a glowing blue sphere painted above it. In another, he held a rope that bound a four-legged beast with wings like an eagle's and a head shaped like a lizard, a serpent's tongue coiling from its mouth. And in yet another, he carried a staff of light, leading shadowed demons from the darkness into radiance.

At the front stood the altar — tall, forged of pure gold that captured and reflected every stray beam of light. Between the rows of carved wooden seats and the altar's base sat a circle of children, cross-legged and wide-eyed. Their faces glowed faintly in the warm illumination as they gazed at the old woman before them — seated on a high wooden chair, a small horn rising from her forehead, her robes resembling those of the chapel's priesthood. She spoke with an air of reverence and age, and the children drank in every word as if it were sacred truth.

"Centuries ago," she began, her voice low and crackled with years, "after the battle of the gods…"

The hall fell silent.

"They sent Evidod, the first demon, to this world — back when it was just a lifeless shell, like an egg of dust and chaos. It was a place crawling with six-eyed beasts, their backs feathered with eagle wings sharp enough to slice a man clean in two!" she said, her wrinkled hands cutting through the air to mimic their movement. "Their mouths—" she raised her trembling hand, "—big enough to swallow a cow whole."

The children gasped.

"He came here fearless, hopeful," she continued, "and after a thousand years of lonely battle, he conquered them all — cleansing this world forever!"

Some of the parents smiled faintly at the tale, pride glimmering in their eyes. They had heard this story before, told by the same woman, yet it still brought warmth to their hearts.

"Wow!!"

"So cool!" the children whispered in excitement.

"That's not all!" the priestess added, leaning forward, enjoying the moment as much as they did.

"There's more?"

"Cool!" they chimed.

"As a reward for his heroic deeds," she said, her eyes glinting, "the gods created a wife for him — a demon too. And together, they inhabited this Earth, giving birth to the demon race!"

The children's eyes widened even further, awe spreading across their faces — for they had just heard the story of their origin, the mystery that all living beings longed to understand.

She coughed suddenly — once, then again — her frail body trembling from the strain of her storytelling.

A woman hurried to her side with a wooden cup. "Take this, Mother," she whispered softly, pouring a little water into the priestess's mouth, careful not to let her choke.

Squeak.

The heavy chapel doors opened, and the sound echoed across the hall. Two figures entered — the commander and her lieutenant. Instantly, all eyes turned toward them. The children and adults alike straightened in reverence as the protectors of their people — the Prophets of Evidod — walked with confident, composed steps toward the front.

"May Evidod's strength be with you," the women murmured in unison, their hands forming the holy gesture of prayer.

The two visitors returned the motion and stepped closer until they stood before the priestess. The room slowly emptied as the others departed, leaving only the four of them behind.

The commander nodded politely to the elderly woman's aide. "Heard the screams," the priestess said calmly. "Evidod protected us, as always?" she added.

"With his strength, everything is possible," the commander replied.

The priestess studied the commander in silence, her eyes narrowing — old, yet sharp as ever. "Something troubles you, my daughter," she said gently.

The commander looked away, denying it with a small shake of her head — but her silence gave her away.

"You've always been like this," the priestess said with a faint smile. "Even as a child, you struggled to show what you felt. I remember that day like it was yesterday…"

"Not this again," the commander groaned softly, half amused, half embarrassed.

"The orphanage's dog had died," the priestess went on, ignoring her protest. "Everyone was crying, but not you. You dug the grave yourself, buried him alone. You stayed strong all day, but that night we couldn't find you anywhere. We called your name a hundred times — no answer. I followed your mana's trace and found you here, in this very spot… crying like the world had ended."

She sighed with a wistful smile. "Such a good time."

"It was the Brotherhood of Knights," the commander muttered, shifting the topic.

"How did you conclude that?" the priestess asked.

"Found Fernando — drained, in the forest," the commander answered.

The priestess rose slowly, her aide supporting her frail frame. "They are provoking you on purpose," she warned. "Waiting for you to make a mistake."

The commander's eyes rolled, dismissive — yet deep down she knew the old woman was right. She simply didn't want to admit it.

"Since they arrived in our world, they've searched for a reason to destroy us," the priestess continued. "Do not give them one. Until the prophecy of the second demon is fulfilled, we must remain at peace."

"I won't let them," Commander Stella said firmly. "That's why we've made a plan."

She glanced at her lieutenant. "Show her."

The man stepped forward. "I've developed something — a system. It equips our kind with information, assists them in training, and can improve our daily life by a great margin."

The priestess raised a brow, intrigued. "A system? How does it work?"

"Like this."

He snapped his fingers.

A faint hum filled the air as a translucent screen materialized before them — shimmering blue, blurred but functional. The priestess and her aide gasped softly, awe written on their faces. They had never seen anything like it.

[Name: Lieutenant Damion Graves]

[Appointed by: Commander Stella Kain]

[Strength: 30000]

[Speed: 50000]

[Intelligence: 40000]

The priestess reached out, her hand passing through the light as if it were mist. "Is that… magic?" her aide whispered.

"Kind of," Damion replied with a half-smile.

The priestess's lips trembled with amazement. "Astonishing…" she murmured again and again.

"With this, we can give everyone the means to grow stronger," Commander Stella said, unaware of the storm their creation would soon bring — the bloodfall that waited beyond the horizon.

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Midworld

Spark.

A muscular man parried an incoming strike — the sound cracked through the air like thunder. The attack had come from Greg, his power flaring violently, forcing even the onlookers into stunned silence. Alexander froze where he stood; he had never seen such strength from Greg before. The raw energy pouring from him was almost unnatural — like that of a caster, not a fighter.

He could tell instantly: no one would want to be on the receiving end of that.

"Ahhh!" a woman screamed, a katana flashing through the air in her grip.

Spark.

The blades clashed again — the impact fractured the air.

Spark!

Greg's body moved faster than sight, his kick driving deep into her gut.

Brah!

She flew backward, blood spilling from her lips as she hit the ground.

The tattooed man took a step back, fear flickering in his eyes. He glanced at his fallen comrades, then back at Greg, whose aura seemed to devour the very air.

"How did you get here?" he demanded — though the question sounded more like disbelief than curiosity.

Greg smirked. "You call this a barrier?" he mocked. "I sensed your mana signature. The rest… I let my instincts handle."

Alexander's mind reeled. I knew it…he was hiding something.

Greg's eyes shifted toward him as if reading his thoughts. "I was hiding something," he said coldly. "The good thing is… I'm not anymore, I have no reason to."

[Deactivate Special Skill > Face Warp]