"Vergil, I'm giving you the title of Demon King." Amon said out of nowhere, as if it were normal for him to appoint soone as... Demon King...
The entire room froze.
Sapphire, who was about to take a sip of wine, stopped mid-motion, her eyes wide. She expected sothing... but not sothing this big.
Raphaeline blinked several tis, as if she had misheard.
Cabernet raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and Stella rely let out a low murmur of disbelief.
The maids Vergil knew were the sa, the three won exchanged glances and sighed in unison like an orchestra...
Vergil, for his part, remained silent for a second before tilting his head, his red eyes glowing with pure confusion and curiosity. "You... what?"
Amon held his firm posture, although a hint of irritation was visible in his expression. "I said I'm giving you the title of Demon King."
Vergil blinked, trying to contain the mocking smile that threatened to appear. "Wow... So that's how it is? You throw a title like that at and think I'll accept it without question? Want to thank you too? I refuse, I don't want that crap."
Amon let out a tired sigh, like a teacher dealing with the most annoying student in the class. "Listen, kid. I'm not doing this because I like you or because I think you deserve it. I'm doing it because I have no other choice. Your presence has turned Hell upside down, and if there's no way to stabilize this situation, we'll all be sinking into chaos. This is the only viable solution at the mont."
Cabernet finally intervened, her voice laced with sarcasm. "So, now anyone can beco a Demon King? Amon, I thought you valued tradition more."
"He's not just anyone now," Amon replied, turning to Cabernet with a severe look. "You of all people know what it ans to have influence, and this damn bastard is now the center of attention."
Vergil smiled, clearly entertained. "This is really hilarious."
"First, even if you refuse, I'll tell everyone you're a Demon King, and they'll believe it, and that's that. You don't have any chance of not being one," Amon started, pointing a finger upwards.
"Second, currently Demon Kings can do whatever they want without issue, judging by the need for chaos they cause, it's perfect for you anywhere. Right?" Amon spoke, and the won—Sapphire, Stella, and Raphaeline, as well as the maids, nodded.
"He is chaos," the six won spoke in unison.
Amon ignored the comnt and continued.
"Third, the title of Demon King will officially cent your position and, more importantly, will place a clear target on your back. If anyone wants to challenge your rise, let them co and prove they are stronger than you. It's the law of the Demon World. You survive? Keep the title. You fall? Balance is restored."
'As if any demon would challenge this kid, after he killed over a hundred thousand demons with just the power of his thoughts, hahaha!' Amon thought internally, like a little kid... he was excited.
Vergil tilted his head, analyzing Amon as if the Archon had just told the most absurd joke of the century.
"So, let see if I got this straight..." He raised one finger, as if checking off a list. "You're going to make Demon King against my will..."
He raised a second finger. "You're going to put a target on my back like it's a hunting prize..."
And finally, he raised the third. "And you expect to fight for a title I don't even want? Is that it?"
"Exactly," Amon smiled, looking very satisfied with the summary.
Vergil let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Well, when you put it like that, it almost sounds like I got sothing."
"You did, idiot," Sapphire murmured, crossing her arms. "The title of Demon King is the most powerful position under the Archons. Absolute power. Zero responsibilities."
"Except surviving," added Raphaeline. "But you already seem used to that."
Cabernet, on the other hand, didn't seem impressed. "It's amazing how he turns everyone's problem into his, and sohow still ends up with the crown." She huffed, resting her face on her hand. "If that's not luck, I don't know what is."
"It's not luck, it's skill," Vergil corrected, pointing to himself with a smug smile. "And natural charm. I could teach you soti."
Sapphire rolled her eyes so hard it seed like they might pop out of their sockets. "Vergil, I swear, one day I'll kill you if you keep flirting with won in front of —"
"Don't love so much, my Saphyr," he interrupted, winking at her with an audacity only he possessed.
Sapphire responded with a fireball the size of a waterlon that exploded just inches from Vergil's head. "If you call that again, I'll burn every cell in your body."
Amon, who had been watching the scene with a look of pure amusent, cleared his throat and called everyone's attention. "Alright, clowns. Back to the point: Vergil, as Demon King, you have a new responsibility starting right now."
"Oh, of course... because nothing is ever free, you're already making work," Vergil murmured, clearly bored.
"Yes, but it's simple. I need you to change your na, of course. It's no use having your human na in the Demon Realm; you'll beco the butt of jokes," Amon continued.
"Kennedy also sounds like the na of a protagonist in a Zombie Action Ga," he said out of nowhere.
Vergil blinked slowly, processing Amon's completely random sentence. "Kennedy? Zombie Action Ga? Have you been playing a lot in your free ti, Amon?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Amon ignored the comnt with a dismissive gesture. "The point is, you need a na worthy of a Demon King, sothing that resonates both in Hell and on Earth. A na that will make even the other Archons swallow hard."
"Do I really have to choose a na like that?" Vergil asked, casting a bored glance at Amon.
Amon nodded seriously. "Yes. We demons have our own lineage, passed down from generation to generation. A na is more than just a title; it represents the continuity and strength of a family. I, for example, don't have a lineage, but I was born with the na Amon. It's the na that defines ."
Vergil furrowed his brow, processing the information. "Wait... does this an that demons with only one na...?"
Sapphire interrupted before he could finish, with a slight smile at the corner of her lips. "Not necessarily."
She uncrossed her arms and explained calmly. "My main na is Sapphire because my daughters needed sothing to call . But my true na... is Agares."
Vergil's eyes widened, clearly taken by surprise. "Does this an you've been alive since—"
"I fought in the War against God," Sapphire cut in, her voice firm and laden with old mories.
The room fell silent for a mont. Vergil turned his gaze to the other demon queens, trying to process what he had just heard. Sapphire continued, looking with a certain superiority at the others. "Those three there are just kids. They aren't the first generation of their lineages."
"So that's it..." Vergil murmured, his thoughts racing. "Demons with only one na are originals. They're the first of their lineage. Those with a na before their demon na belong to the second generation onward."
Sapphire nodded, satisfied with Vergil's understanding. "Exactly."
Vergil leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant as he delved into deep thoughts. "A na..."
He clenched his fists, his expression serious, almost dark. A na strong enough to resonate through the ages. "A na that carries the weight of my own lineage," Vergil said aloud...
The room watched him in silence. Sapphire and Amon exchanged looks while waiting. Vergil closed his eyes for a mont, reflecting. This isn't just a title. "It's a milestone. A declaration to the demon world and beyond," he whispered, then looked at Amon...
"Who is the most powerful demon to ever exist? Are they alive or dead?" Vergil suddenly asked.
Amon raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected question, but answered without hesitation. "The most powerful demon to ever exist... That depends on who you ask, kid. For so, it was Lucifer, the First Fallen. For others, it's Lilith, the Demon Goddess and Progenitor of Demons."
Vergil's thoughts turned to the na of that man... the man who created the Demon War...
The room went silent when the na "Lucifer" was ntioned. It was a na that carried weight by itself, a symbol of absolute power and rebellion against the heavens and divine order.
"Hmm," Vergil tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as his ntal gears turned.
"Lucifer..." Vergil murmured, almost to himself. "The greatest demon in history, from angel to demon..."
"Interesting..." he murmured, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the table. His gaze shifted back to Amon, filled with wild determination. "Lucifer... He turned the impossible into reality, the taboo into revolution. So... it's not just a na. It's a concept. Sothing that can never be erased."
"You're thinking of sothing, aren't you?" Amon asked, watching Vergil with a mix of curiosity and amusent.
Vergil shrugged, a mischievous smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "Why choose just any na... when I can choose the greatest na of all? A na that will be my declaration to the demon world."
The demon queens stared at him, sensing that sothing was about to change.
'You're not really going to do this…' Sapphire looked at him, amused. 'Who am I kidding… you are!!!'
Vergil smiled, the room now completely silent, all eyes fixed on him. His mischievous smile grew, but there was sothing deeper in his gaze, a certainty of soone who already knew what they wanted.
"My master told that I am… unique," he said, his voice calm and determined. "And because of that, I will take the na of soone equally unique. Soone who is the pinnacle, the top. The na of one who defied both heaven and hell."
He paused briefly, feeling the weight of the words that were about to co from his mouth.
"I choose Lucifer as my surna," he said, and the impact was imdiate.
"..." An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
The four queens exchanged glances… especially Sapphire, who had a crooked smile, but it was clearly not one of happiness or anything like that...
They seed to be thinking in unison, "Does this idiot even know what he just said?" However...
Amon and Vergil stared at each other… and in the next second...
"I've never seen anyone so idiotic, ridiculous, and out of their mind like you," Amon said, and Vergil smiled.
"Being unique is like that, I like the complint," Vergil responded.
Then they stared at each other a little longer...
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" They laughed together.
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