2nd Round Villain

10 – D – 2, definition (1)

“Do not go into gluttony, gluttony, orgies, self-indulgence, strife, or envy; but put on the Lord. Do not serve the flesh for its lusts.”

The saintess is offering a pious prayer today as well. I don’t think the sun god would listen to me like that, so why are you so zealous?

She is truly an incomprehensible woman. stupid woman.

“You are my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? You are the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?”

Tartarus is a place where only twilight darkness exists, day or night, except when the Celts open the door for a visit or a meal.

It was like that until six days ago.

Ever since the saintess entered Tartaros as a newcomer, a feeble halo of light has always shone faintly.

This is because the divine light of the sun that surrounds the saintess’ body pierces through the nun’s uniform. As if she herself became a small sun.

Even now. Even now, while the saintess is praying, she is emitting light.

“Love the Lord with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, with all your mind—”

The first time I heard that prayer, the urge to rip my ear was disgusting enough, but these days it’s not so much. It seems that I, too, have become accustomed to being an oddball called a saint.

… Isn’t this something very wrong for the demons? I have doubts that crack the righteousness of my existence.

“Please, do not forsake this poor, profane world. Even at the cost of my humble life, may I dispel my anger. Lord.”

Hey, look at the way you speak.

To be sure, none of the priests I have killed have been so pious.

A person’s true form comes out right before he dies. An upright and noble paladin, a snobbish and dirty priest, a timid nun who earnestly begged to kill her children instead of herself… All of them, in unison, showed an unsightly appearance at the moment right before their death.

However, the saintess doesn’t seem to be like that. Somehow, that’s how it feels.

Only the day after tomorrow… Even at the execution ceremony that will be held, he will smile with his head on the guillotine. If it’s a saint I know.

“Holy Lady.”

“Yes, Joker.”

Even though I learned my identity through the visit of the hero, the saintess’ attitude toward me still did not change. warm, compassionate The only thing that has changed is the title.

“Isn’t the saintess afraid of death?”

“The Lord is simply taking away the grace He gave me, so shouldn’t we welcome it with a joyful heart?”

“Are you happy to die? So why not just commit suicide? Why are you still alive?”

“Because I have to do the duty God gave me and go. Although I haven’t finished it completely, I must go because the Lord is calling.”

As expected, the saintess is a strange human being. another human… No, it’s different from ‘life’.

“Aren’t you really scared? Can you swear to the sun god that you have no such feelings at all?”

I was a little bit offended by her appearance, so I persistently inquired.

Why am I doing this, I don’t know. Whether the saintess is good or not, whether or not she trembles in front of death, has nothing to do with me.

“Honestly, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid at all.”

“What, did you lie?”

“However, if I can take on the sins of the world with my death, and think that by doing so, the present world can be forgiven by the Lord.”

The saintess’ face was filled with pure hope. The saintess’ voice contained only sincerity.

“With so much joy, I can wait for the day to come.”

“Ha, I don’t really agree with you, but I have nothing to say.”

Suddenly, I became curious about the saintess.

In what kind of environment did he grow up to be able to have a bright and hopeful heart? Was it born and raised under such care, in which there was not a trace of unhappiness?

A little, I was curious.

Cut-.

“… ouch.”

I had to close my mouth again, swallowing only the bitter pain at the sound of chains.

*****

I was the devil’s henchman.

A very loyal servant.

How loyal he was, he would only listen to one of the three orders given by the demon king, and he would not attend any banquets invited by the demon king. Oh, so far, except for official statues, I have never used a respect for the demon king.

How can you not be as loyal as a dog?

Some may say that I am not thinking about my actions, but it is not like that.

My loyal actions were only possible because the Demon King was my close friend. A close friend of a bamboo horse close friend.

The Demon King and I have known each other since we were about ten years old. This is because he was a direct descendant of the demonic family, the first in the demonic hierarchy, and I was a descendant of the northern family, one of the four demonic families.

Of course, no matter how long we spent together, I didn’t trust the Demon King tenfold. First of all, I don’t trust anyone. Even if it’s a friend you’ve known for hundreds of years.

Is it for nothing that the word “Tosa Gupaeng” exists?

That’s why I caught about three of the devil’s weaknesses. Even, although the demon king himself does not know, I have carved a mark of a curse on his body.

The problem is, I was dragged in here before I even activated the imprint.

It was a day like any other. I was eating breakfast suffering from seizures caused by Merlin Gregory’s magic. Breakfast that day was rye bread.

However, in the middle of a peaceful meal, isn’t it the demonic police suddenly attacking? The Demon Lords tried to arrest me without hesitation, claiming that I had committed blasphemy.

It was easier than breathing to knock them out, but I was easily caught. It was also proud, and it was because they could be subdued at any time.

I wondered if he dared to frame me, the Grand Duke of the North, Joker.

I was immediately escorted to the judge, and the trial was held without a second glance.

Surprisingly, the judge was my old friend, the Demon King. The accuser was also the Demon King. The lawyer was also a demon king. The swordsman was also a demon king.

While I was stunned by the absurd situation, I had to come to my senses quickly at the absurdly fast-paced trial. However, there was nothing I could do about it.

It was as if someone was deliberately targeting me.

I realized at the end of the trial, but that someone was the Demon King.

[The Grand Duke of the North, Joker Oscar Lucifer, is sentenced to 111 days of Tartarus and guillotine.]

The trial ended exactly 9 minutes and 37 seconds after it opened. Naturally, I resisted, and the demon king tried to suppress me with force.

I used all my strength and clashed with the demon lord. The judge was engulfed by pure demonic energy, and a gigantic and majestic explosion that no one had ever caused hit us. The one standing at the end was the Demon King.

Exactly 1 hour and 26 minutes after the trial, I was escorted to the world’s worst prison, the Tower of Babel. Accompanied by a battered body obtained from fighting the demon king for 1 hour and 25 minutes.

In the end, I was imprisoned in Tartarus.

With his limbs clad in chains made of adamantium, a metal that can never be broken with his body, which is impossible to regenerate.

It was an absurd situation, but there was nowhere to argue. There was no place to express resentment.

The world is not a soft place. The second person in the demon king’s army, who was running on the road of success, only fell into the abyss under the betrayal of the first person.

It is said that the great Demon King’s solemn order, which can be ignored, will do so, but who dares to say anything? In the Demon Realm, where strength is the most important, the Demon King, who surpassed even the Demon God, was more than absolute power.

I still don’t know why the devil made me like this. It wasn’t that he didn’t get along with me or that I was a hindrance to him.

To dismiss it as a desire for power, the character of the demon king I know is holding back my ankles. He is only obsessed with duels with those stronger than himself. I can assure you because I have seen him for a long time than anyone else.

“Is there anything the saintess can’t figure out? Why did the demon king imprison me here?”

“… .”

“Saint? why don’t you answer Are you sleeping?”

“… that.”

When the question was asked, the saintess finally opened her mouth. It was an attitude that was in contrast to his usual attitude, in which he would diligently answer any trivial question I asked.

“I know, but I cannot tell you.”

“what?”

“Please excuse me.”

“Kick, if you don’t know, say you don’t know. I’m pretending to know you so I can see you.”

“hahahaha.”

The words are spit out bluntly, but I know. That the saintess was not the kind of person to talk nonsense.

Because you can’t tell me… Is there something between the saintess and the demon king that I don’t know about?

There was no way to know as long as the saintess, the only person involved, kept her mouth shut.

clap-.

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Just as I was viciously applying force to the back of the head lying on the saintess’ thighs, I heard the sound of an iron door opening.

It’s not serving time, but it seems to be a visit again. Anyway, I have many saints and personal connections. It’s because the people who come to visit Tartarus, where a criminal can’t last even a second, never stop.

No one has visited for 110 days, but-.

“It’s a visit.”

As expected, the reason the door opened was because of the visit.

Uh, but why is the Celt talking half-heartedly? Celts are not the kind of people who would absolutely speak unflatteringly to a saint.

“Joker, this is your visit. Just stay there.”

… hmm?

“What, what?”

“There is no such thing as veto. Accept it calmly.”

“A visit? to me? at las?”

“Yes, I finally got a visit from you. So please welcome Don’t run away just saying weird things.”

Wait a minute, who the hell is our first visitor, so he’s running away from his neck?

Damn, anyway, I’m afraid I’m not a demon.

The saintess’s visitors, who lived the exact opposite of me… When I think of Lilith, the Hero, it seems like it has nothing to do with it, but anyway.

“Congratulations. Joker.”

“what?”

“This is your first meeting. You were looking forward to it so much.”

“Hey, hey! Who was looking forward to what!”

“Aren’t you envious whenever you hear the news that Lord Celt came to visit me? Are you sure you felt that way?”

The saintess tilted her eyes covered by bandages. Oh, this catches on.

Yes, honestly looking forward to it. It’s even more so because it’s my first visit. The demon Baal who was most loyal to me? Dantalion, who led the 36 demon corps? Whoever it is is fine.

I was holding on to my beating heart and staring endlessly at the door the visitor would enter.

Kki-Ik-.

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Jeobuck, Jeobuck-.

The long-awaited visitor entered, and what I saw in my eyes was the image of the man I believed would never come.

A long, cool black coat, a tall, slender body and dark sunglasses, red horns adorning the top of his long hair, and red demons flowing around the horns.

There are so many modifiers that modify him that I can’t bear to list them all, but if I were to narrow down a few of them.

A legendary demon who conquered the seven nations and three tribes of the continent with only force that transcended the law.

A noble demon who transcends the devil, the head of the demon tribe, and stands somewhere above it, and has seventy-two great demons at his feet.

A great demon who is destined to plunge the world into the pit of evil.

Demon King Kanos.

I was in the position of the demon, the fifth visitor of Tartarus and the first visitor to me.