Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 25: The Second Coming

He still couldn't believe it. After all this time...

"Do you wish for anything more, my creator?" Sitting on his bed, his musing had been disturbed; the goat-like creature turned his head on the side.

Before him, his creation stood proud — His skin caramel colored, pleasantry tanned. Sporting an elegant British suit orange in colour, the demon Prince awaited his creator's next order.

His horizontally slit eyes blinked a few times. He still couldn't believe it was "him". His own creation was standing before him, just as he had dreamt him, just as he had designed him, just as he had created him.

The image of his own "idea of evil".

It was strange; it was a weird feeling. I mean, after his transportation to Earth — in the past, he had summoned and controlled many creatures. Whole armies of hell bent to his will, bringing great disaster upon anyone who stood against him and his cause, massacring the troops of heaven relentlessly because he deemed it fit for his role as an evil conqueror.

He had lived according to his Chuunibyou nature, having fulfilled his dream: to be more than a meaningless cog in the machine. — As he had been forced to live that way in the past, and as his parents had disappeared without a trace and care thanks to a tragic accident in the factory.

They were meaningless, not even worthy to stop the production line as it would cause more monetary loss than a human life was worth. The compensation was not worthy to a human being; it was not even decent enough to pay for a dog.

Honestly, he had almost given up of finding his friends and had transcended the thought, accepting the harsh reality of their absence. The sad truth that he had remained all alone.

Yet, he would never dare to dream about this moment. He had searched for them for so long, yet, he never found even a trace of them. He sought relentlessly without any success, any hint of his friends, his creations, or any indication of YGGDRASIL players present in his new existence. And honestly, in his last moments, before being sealed away, he gave up entirely on ever finding his past companions.

But now, before him, his own creation stood, beaming a bright, dubious smile — just as he had designed him. On his side, a few of the homunculus maids stood proudly — just like in the game. Their forms were perfect, just like Whitebrim, Herohero and Coup De Grâce had envisioned and created them. They were so lifelike, like they really existed.

Cupping his chin, Ulbert Alain Odle caressed the shiny black fur that hung on his jaw. "No, Demiurge. You can return to your duties now. I need to read these documents you have brought me. As well, I need some time to process all that you have discussed with me."

"As you wish..." the servant bowed deeply, the present maids following his example.

"Umu... Please, can you urge Momonga a little bit? What you said, I know he is swamped, but I would like to speak with him."

"That's only natural. Do you wish to speak with Esdeath-sama too?"

"Esdeath?" Ulbert raised his brow, for a moment, then his inner eyes widened recognizing his friend's name. "Oh! Is he here too? How wonderful news!"

"He?" Demiurge tilted his head confused for a moment, unable to decipher who his master meant under the "he" attribute.

"Oh..." Ulbert lowered his head. "So, it has come to that... Kukuku... Hahahahahahaa!" he suddenly burst out in laughter. Covering his face, he was barely able to control himself, tears starting to pour from his eyes feeling his joy.

Demiurge tilted his head confused once more, then one moment to other his devilish smile returned to his face, thinking he was able to understand why his creator was crackling like a madman. "Indeed, I am sure Ulbert-sama has come up with something sinister, just like in the old days. He indeed has returned to fulfil his evil destiny. Kukukuku..." Demiurge thought something like that. But in truth, Ulbert thought of something entirely different.