In a world of war

Alliance

Luvasire's POV
I sit down before all the children, rather than that, devils.

Looking at them, I see not even a single worthy candidate to be by my side. They are all useless and weak before their Masters.

They're timid and weak, two of the most disgusting traits one could have.

I look at my Master Cordeanel, a man I detest, a demon in the body of a human.

Sometimes I wonder how it ended up like this, I was always treated with love and care until I had turned six, I was a lively child before that point.

We were locked in cages and tortured if questions were asked, I didn't understand and that was what infuriated me.

I had soon realized that every living being was a sinner, even me.

But the difference between the devils and I was that as a sinner, I felt no need to repent.

Repentance was for the weak, that was why I never even once yielded before my Master and that was my way to survival.

I soon took control over my Master and the household affairs, I no longer lived in a cage. That was how I survived but I know that if I continue on like this, that the commander will look for a way to deal with me.

And for me to feel safe enough to tone it down a bit, I must find an ally.

But that dream is far-fetched if these useless devils before me are my only options for an ally.

The door opens before me and I immediately know.

The Commander.

The biggest sinner of us all, the one that has no salvation other than his suck up servant.

Gwenevieve Ryce.

She was the true embodiment of everything I hated. A beggar and a servant.

She was known as our assasin devil.

We were a total of seven devils, assuming we include the two imposters.

Each of us have a role, the assasin, the saber, the knight, the viking, the warrior, the dancer, and the most notorious of us all, the artist.

I once considered the artist to be a worthy candidate but she was a total nut case.

She couldn't differ from right or wrong, good or bad, smart or dumb. She just did as she pleased, she would say she was going with the flow.

The last time I saw her battle one of us, she used their blood to paint the eyes of a painting.

She was a mad woman to the core and she could always report me to the Masters and tell me it was for fun. That is why she was cancelled out of my options.

I put my effort into getting to know all of them one by one but I never bothered with the assassin,  she was a waste.

"A sunny day!" Commander Henry greets.

We all smile and bow our heads.

"Thank you, release your heads." He says and walks over to his comrades.

Where is she?

What was he doing here without her?

Could he have already disposed of her?

I wouldn't be surprised though. Being a doting servant was not going to spare her life, she needed to learn that.

A white horse comes galloping in with a beautiful girl with short honey blonde hair and red blood eyes.