Tortured for five years, the son of Lucifer makes his reemergence in the human world alongside his brother, Vali.
But revenge is the furthest thing from what he wants.
THIS MOTHER FUCKER JUST WANTS TO CAUSE CHAOS!!
The aftermath of the party in the Grand Castle of Lucifer was far beyond what anyone could have anticipated. Gods, renowned for their eternal grace and power, were reduced to mere mortals, stumbling about with unsteady steps and slurred speech. Y/n, always the fun loving gremlin, found himself highly entertained by the inebriated deities as they partied on for several hours.
After what felt like an eternity of chaos and laughter, some of the guests had finally nodded off, sprawled in various corners of the opulent hall, while others danced in a barely coordinated manner. Y/n, feeling the weight of the revelry in his bones, finally made his way to the imposing ivory throne that adorned the heart of the castle. As he slumped into its plush cushions, a profound sense of exhaustion washed over him. He then gazed down and found Cthaat standing at the foot of the stairs that lead up to the throne.
Y/n: "Alright, so what the fuck was that earlier, Cthaat?"
Cthaat: "Fufu. Well, some friends of mine decided they'd like to meet you, so I called them over not long after you summoned me."
Y/n raised an eyebrow before a key was dropped into his lap.
???: "Oops. Looks like I dropped that."
Y/n looked up and found a woman hovering over him. She was unlike anything he had seen before. Her hair cascaded in shimmering waves, displaying an otherworldly iridescence that seemed to catch every hue of light around her. Those amber eyes, piercing and mesmerizing, held an intensity that made it feel as though a million eyes were locked onto him at once, delving into the depths of his very soul.
She wore a skintight bodysuit that clung to her form, the fabric itself was an enigma, reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors that danced across its surface. Orange eyes decorated the suit, lending an eerie yet captivating allure to her appearance.
As Y/n observed her, he couldn't shake the feeling that this woman was not what she appeared to be. A strange aura surrounded her, hinting at a power and presence that transcended mere human understanding. It was evident that she was an eldritch being, a being from realms beyond mortal comprehension, who had taken on a human guise to interact with him.
Curiosity mingled with a touch of apprehension, as Y/n felt a magnetic pull towards her, drawing him into the depths of her enigmatic existence.
Despite the uncertainty and the inexplicable nature of her presence, Y/n found himself strangely comforted by her gaze. It was as if this being saw him not just for who he was on the surface, but for the intricate complexities of his very being.
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???: "Greetings little devil. I am Yog-Sothoth."
Y/n: "... So the gate and the key, huh? How's that Dunwich horror shit doing for you?"
Yog-Sothoth: "Ah, so you know about my son. He was such a good boy. Too bad little Wilbur's dead now. He was quite the adorable child."
Y/n: "If you consider that to be cute I don't wanna know what you consider attractive."
