Descendent Unchained

Chapter 2

'Well, I wonder how I ended up in this situation?' Was the thought of the young Lucifuge as he stood in front of a gate of what appeared to be some kind of castle, it was tall and made from marble and granite. This castle was the residence of a clan named Gremory, a house ruled by Sirzechs' father, the same man who picked him up when he suddenly appeared in his garden.

But said man, however, wasn't in the best of shape, what Grayson meant by this was... Sirzechs was crying.

"Sob... Sob..."

"Hmm..." Glancing over, Grayson only sighed. Sirzechs Lucifer was currently kneeling on the ground, crying while rubbing his body over and over again. Standing firmly next to the crybaby Sirzechs was his wife, a woman who shared many similarities to Grayson.

Only she was female and appeared to be in her mid-twenties like Sirzechs, with long silver-colored hair that was tied into braids, she had a stern but beautiful face and was wearing a blue and white dress that Sirzechs called a maid uniform.

Noticing his glance at Sirzechs and herself, the woman turned to look at him and suggested with a smile, but Grayson saw a deeper meaning to it, "You should tidy up your clothes a bit."

Grayson just sweat dropped, and immediately did what she said. The chill hidden beneath her eyes and voice had set off all alarms in his mind, and he knew she wasn't asking and was telling him. No suggestion.

And Grayson, wanting to avoid any kind of confrontation with the woman, tidied up his clothes.

Grayson faced the woman, who gave a nod of approval. Grayson looked down at his image, frowning slightly at the mismatch between the size of his clothes and that of his body.

He had on long white pants, and a red jacket on top of a black shirt. All of whom were a size or two bigger than him. It felt uncomfortable to him, but he did not dare say anything to criticize the clothes he wore. Not when they were given, or more like forced upon him by his patron.

Grayson did have the urge to drill some sense into Sirzechs', but the man's stubbornness, in that he insisted contently that the red jacket would suit him and the fact Sirzechs wouldn't stop bugging him until he finally wore the clothes he prepared, was certainly a level of its own.

Sadly, it was just a large dose of moronic actions and thoughts, or else Grayson would respect that side of Sirzechs.

Unfortunately for the red-haired man, a mishap came up. Grayson fortuitously stabbed Sirzechs' eyes when he was dressing, and it caused an incident where Sirzechs ran around his home, screaming and crying tears of blood only to be put down by the silver-haired maid.

Grayson would have felt a little sympathy for Sirzechs, yes sympathy not feeling bad for accidentally stabbing him, since the man pretty much was made out of steel, but sympathy for him getting his ass beaten.

"It sticks, Grayfia~!" Sirzechs pleaded while crying.

"Silence," She coldly shot him down, no plea would save him, "If you had the belief that you could neglect your duties just because you are a Devil King, then, Sirzechs, it is my responsibility to set them straight, also you shouldn't have laughed when it happened to me." That was cold, Sirzechs' face turned blue as waterfalls streamed down his face.

"Wait! But it was Grayson's fault for wanting to go and have a trip! I tried to persuade him, but he kept chatting about it!" Sirzechs declared, pointing an accusing finger at Grayson.

'I know you ain't trying to pin this on me?' Grayson mentally asked, staring sternly at Sirzechs.

'Of course! You're not completely innocent,' Sirzechs mentally answered back, a sly grin forming on his face.