It was the first time we had visitors.
At least... relatives.
Before that, the only people who ever visited were public officials or personalities from my father's massive web of contacts, all coming to beg for favors.
Of course, nothing in life—or Hell—comes free.
My father offered them just one condition: when he was no longer in this world, any request made by his beloved and only son must be fulfilled without hesitation.
Naturally, they agreed.
I mean, if the father was so generous, surely the son would be even more so, right?
Heh.
If only they knew what I'd end up asking for...
Their faces when I made those requests...
And their HUGE smiles of relief when I rewarded them with a few bottles of Red Label whisky...
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Anyway—back on topic.
The two people who crossed the threshold that day were not ordinary.
You could tell they were demons. At least, all the servants and my father could. I, back then, had no idea that the supernatural world even existed.
But even I could tell—one of them was terrifyingly strong.
No fighting, no words... just his aura. It was immense. Overwhelming.
The first was a young man with silver hair braided all the way down to his waist. He was tall, had sharp light-blue eyes, and carried himself with elegant, almost noble grace. He wore a navy-blue tunic adorned with accessories I don't quite remember.
(Do all high-class demons have that kind of aura?)
The second visitor, the one with the soul-crushing presence, looked to be in his forties. Silver hair down to his neck, dark brown eyes, and a thin beard. He wore a white and gray robe with golden trim, layered over a white suit with black accents and a matching belt.
My father, unusually cheerful, greeted them while I hid behind my mother's skirt.
"Rizevim, my friend! It's good to see you again," Father said, shaking hands with the aura-of-doom man.
"The pleasure is mine, oh almighty King of Demons," replied Rizevim, voice laced with irony as he returned the handshake and added an exaggerated bow.
"Nice to see you again, Satan-sama," said the younger silver-haired man, bowing respectfully.
"Euclid! Good to see you too," said my father warmly, gesturing for them to sit. "How's your little sister? I don't see her here—I assume she's grown quite a bit since last I saw her?"
"My sister married the current Lucifer, Sirzechs Gremory," Euclid replied coldly, his clenched fist betraying his feelings.
"I'm so sorry, Euclid. I didn't know," Father said apologetically.
"There's nothing to apologize for, Satan-sama. I was never informed myself," Euclid replied, regaining composure.
"So, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Father asked as he sat down beside my mother (and me, still half-hiding).
"A little bird told me the day is near," Rizevim said.
"Hah. As expected from my general's son. How'd you find out?" Father asked while the butler poured water. (No liquor in front of the child... apparently.)
"You're asking a magician to reveal his secrets?" Rizevim mocked, sipping his water.
"Hahaha, no, of course not. Just curious. Lucifer never told me how he got the info," Father said, finishing his glass.
"Family secret," Rizevim grinned, sticking out his tongue.
Hahahahahahahahahaha! The three men laughed loudly.
"Forgive my intrusion, Satan-sama," Euclid interrupted, "but who is the child hiding behind Yumma-sama?"
"Oh right! You weren't there at his birth," Father said. "Issei, come here."
I shook my head furiously.
"Come on, don't be shy," Mom encouraged me gently.
Reluctantly, I stepped forward, clinging to my dad.
"Don't worry, Issei. Just say hello," Dad whispered.
"H-hello," I said shyly.
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"HOW CUTE!" Rizevim squealed—then lunged at me.
POV: Chibi Issei
Hold up.
Did that old man just call me...
...a monkey?
A. Monkey.
A two-legged animal?!
That decrepit corpse of a man had just called me a monkey!
Like any self-respecting son of the Demon King, I did the first thing that popped into my outraged little head—
PAM!
Before anyone could blink, my tiny fist slammed right into Rizevim's face.
He went flying—into the air, through the courtyard wall, and straight into the swimming pool...
...breaking not just stone but sound.
He landed a full two kilometers away, inside our estate.
There were... mixed reactions.
Euclid twitched violently. His master, the direct descendant of the original Lucifer, had been yeeted like a bug.
My father? Beaming with pride. Like he'd waited his whole life for that exact moment.
My mother? On the verge of a stroke.
The servants? Terrified.
Their master's child—who hadn't even hit puberty—had already surpassed many of them.
And me?
Hopeless.
"SniffSniff I-I'm not a monkey! SniffSniff I'm a person—NOT AN ANIMAL!" I bawled, hiding in my father's lap, crying my confused little heart out.
"UHYAHYAHYAHYA!" Rizevim laughed uproariously, his twelve wings spread out as he hovered midair, wheezing with laughter.
"This kid's a WAY better demon than my idiot son!" he howled as he landed back down.
"R-Rizevim-sama, are you alright?" Euclid asked, rushing to his soaked and battered master.
"Yes, Euclid, I feel great... actually, too great," Rizevim replied, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
"BUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" I kept crying louder than ever.
"I... I think we'll have to wait a bit," Euclid muttered, anime sweat-drop and all.