Astral Gremory is the neglected brother of Sirzech. As the years went on Astral grew more and more powerful. However this power still didn't get his family to notice him. So after all the credit for his accomplishments are given to Sirzech and that'...
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I am the younger brother to the devil Sirzech Gremory. While I am of the Gremory household I've never been treated fairly. See my brother has the power of destruction while I do not.
Due to this, our parents treated us very differently. Sirzwch received nothing but praise while everything I did to try and impress my parents resulted in nothing.
While this was problematic at first I grew accustomed to my disability as my parents called it. So I mastered other forms of magic. I do not want to brag but I've mastered almost all forms of magic known to every race.
Still, even with my magical power my parents still ignored me. My brother, on the other hand, was not just my brother but also my best friend. He acknowledged my strengths and accepted my shortcomings.
So it only makes sense that when the great war broke out we fought side by side to claim victory.
(Astral's pov)
I walk into the war room to see my brother, Serafall, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, and Grayfia all present. At this point in the war the 4 great satans had fallen and while the devil is holding their own rather well we are far from well off.
"We end this war in one strike," I say as I put a hand on the table.
"Are you insane Astral?" Beelzebub asks me shocked
"Hold your tongue," Sirzech says to Beelzebub. "Or did you forget my brother has been dubbed the greatest tactician in the underworld."
"I didn't forget Sirzech but even you must admit that the idea sounds ludicrous," Beelzebub argues
"I'll save my judgment for when I hear my brother's plan," Sirzech says as he smiles at me
I smile too. Throughout the great war every battle plan I've devised ended in success. Earning me the title of the greatest tactician in the underworld and I've even been considered for the lucifer position after this war is over.
"Well, the fallen angels are already out of the war. They've lost so many of their own that their army is practically just a small gathering." I explain. "So the only ones left are the angels."
"Yes, but how do we win against beings with magic made to kill our kind?" Serafall asks
"Simple answer really. We don't give them any chance to use it." I say with a smirk.
"How do we do that?" Grayfia asks
"Well, the angels are held up in a fort about a week's time from here. While it is protected by a holy barrier I can disarm such a barrier easily. Then 5 teams will attack." I continue
"Sirzech your team will attack from the right Grayfia your team will assault from behind, Serafall, your team will take the left, and Beelzebub you will attack from the front."
