True Magician

Chapter 50

Lucifer's old castle.

There were taunts and obvious threats from the demons in my direction as they roared through the spacious throne room. Rizevim himself was studying me with amusement in his gaze, as were Katerea and Cruzeray. Respect? In the dumpster, obviously. Shalba, on the other hand, whom I had spanked in Kyoto, tried to kill me with a look and didn't even hide it.

My anger at the destruction of the house dissipated and was replaced by anticipation. Anticipation of fun and excitement, which put the shittiest grin on my face. Which Rezevim noticed, and the others stared at me in confusion.

- "Hmm? What's that grin on your face, human? Aren't you scared?"

- "I'd be scared if there was someone to be scared of," I shrugged, rubbing my chin and giving him a scrutinizing look, "And it sure as hell ain't you or the cannon fodder around you. You're like an army of chipmunks. The numbers don't make you intimidating, but rather make you smile, goatee."

At my words, the three descendants and the army of demons behind me were naturally offended and wanted to make their threats, but Rizevim stopped them by raising his hand.

- "How interesting," he smirked, "How about this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a power began to emanate from his body that caused the descendants to look at him worriedly and the demons to fall to their knees. The building shook, and cracks started to spread across the floor from Rizevim.

In response to his actions, I simply stuck my pinky finger in my ear and began to clean it, unaffected in the slightest by his pressure. I even heard a bored yawn from Goetia, who was also not the least bit impressed. A serious expression now appeared on the culprit's own face, replacing the smirk.

- "Did you do something?" I asked relaxedly, then pointed around, "What a job. Who built this shack, you? Also, why do you all have similar hairstyles? One barber and he's on vacation?"

- "Who are you? Why are you here?" Rizevim asked, completely ignoring my words.

- "Oh? You're the one who destroyed my house and now you're asking me what I'm doing here? Have you lost your memory, or are you schizophrenic? Or maybe you're just an idiot, I wouldn't know."

In response to my words, realization appeared in his eyes, as did the trio of descendants. They briefly glanced at each other, and then already looked at me with concern. But I was concerned- No, not like that. I was STRONGLY concerned by the look I was getting from Katerea. Rizevim, on the other hand...

- "So. it's you?" he said as if the problem was gone, and the smirk returned, "Very confident, human. And so was your predecessor. Do you know why the demons obeyed him, Solomon's reincarnation?"

As the last words came out of his mouth, the whispering demons behind me stopped. It was as if someone had pressed a sound button and put them into silent mode. Hundreds of pairs of eyes began to drill my back with stares. Some with fear, some with disbelief, and some with... nostalgia? How interesting.

- "Oya? Is that what I'm hearing from someone like you? Have you looked in the mirror lately? Or are you afraid that the glass will shatter from your level of pathos and the ridiculousness of your goatee?" I grinned and, putting my hand out in front of me, began to curl my fingers, "Because God gave him this power..."

A groan of pain came from behind me, and my descendants' faces twisted.

- "...well, and the rings that God gave him..."

The groaning was louder now, and Cruzeray, Shalba, and Katerea clutched their heads.

- "...also, God's blessing, sort of..."