Walking closer to the wardrobe ignoring the hole my body carved in the wall.
I kick away some rubble, I still felt a bit salty being looked down on by a little brat but honestly, I think I somewhat deserve it since I have sinned looking at a 500-year-old loli in the past.
It looked like I have been looked down upon in this family. But at the same time, I felt something weird why would a demon be looked down on because he is weak?
I'm sure that Ronan Amos, the destined Demon King, how the fuck was I weak? Is this another bullshit plot point by the dogshit Author?
Like Ronan actually have to work extremely hard to get his power by going through hell and back, etc, etc... That is total bullshit.
At this point why don't make the final boss the protagonist?
Shaking my head I approached the wardrobe, inside was 10 pair of clothes ranging from casual clothing to extremely fancy tuxedo.
I, of course, picked the outfits that look like medieval time noble wear, from the previous encounter with my 'sister', I can conclude that nobody loves me, so to not make them hate me even more, I have to treat them like God or something (Do demon even worship God?).
Since I will be living in this house, I can't afford to offend the owner right?
I tried to put the suit on but the size seems to be a bit small, with my not so intelligent mind I can be assumed that my 'parents' haven't bought me new clothes though this should still be fine if I tried to squeeze myself in.
After a few minutes of struggling, I managed to put on the fanciest clothes in my wardrobe.
I walked to the mirror.
Seeing the reflection of myself in the mirror I have today... I looked dazzling, with this face only I can already reconsider the top of the industry of boy toys. Of course, I don't want to do that for a living if it can be helped.
Knowing Ronan's awful fate, everything can happen, my parents could throw me out the next day if I'm not being careful.
"Haiz...", In just one hour of my transmigration, I already felt exhausted, it was like getting with bullet after bullet, I just want to die and start again...
But I can't do that since I have to try. I have to try to live, I have to try to survive in this world where the strong dominated the weak. 'Maybe making a harem too while I'm at it, hehe'.
I got my second chance, who said I'm going to get a third?
I'll just have to try to live until my end before giving up!
Well at least I now have the motivation to live and not just try to find a creative way to suicide, I walk out of my room.
I'm quite impressed with the architecture of the mansion, the corridor was beautifully built giving off a calming sensation, and the various decorations make the empty feel lively different from what I expected from a demon's mansion.
But the only disturbing thing about this hallway is the fact that is too calm, it feels like the calm before a storm. It's like I'm about to get my full name called by my mother, the last time my mother call me by my full name doesn't end very well.
Throwing that frightening thought out of my head, I steel myself for the worst possible outcome.
'At worst they are just a bunch of arrogant frick and shitty parents. Yeah, think positive!'
I give myself a confident(?) boost and valiantly stride to my imminent doom.
Standing in front of the gate of hell- aka dinner room- I felt myself at a loss, I still have no idea how to behave in front of my 'family', even though I'm not sure how will they see me, seeing my 'sister' I'm sure they aren't any better but...
I have to expect something positive right?
I keep my expectations low, but that doesn't mean that I don't hope... Well knowing Ronan's father is the Demon Lord of Pride he should treat me somewhat decent to keep up his image. Even if I'm the useless son, just a small rumor about him abusing me or any members of my family really can greatly affect his image among his peer.
(For clarifications Ronan is a Demon noble, even if he is the weakest and has no talent what so ever as long as he has the Primordial Demon blood flowing in his vein he has to be treated with respect as the minimal, in public of course)
*Inhale*... *Exhale*...
"Whatever, Yolo!", Whatever happens, happened, I might be socially awkward but it's not like I don't know how to talk.
The door opened in front of my eyes, and cause the light shone through the gaps between the entrance to intensify.
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Cyril Amos is the youngest daughter of the Amos Dukedom -One of the seven Dukedom of Denoge dimensions, representing the sin of Pride-. She is the most brilliant prodigy that has been born in the Hell Dynasty, unlike her brother.
Lived up to her family name, she is an extremely arrogant and prideful demon.
Only at the age of 5, she can already release a devastating attack that can blow up a small size hill. And at the age of 10 (currently), She can easily outmatch 10 fourth-constellation trained soldiers-each can easily flatten a small mountain-.
Sitting on the extinguished chair she put a hand on her cheek looking annoyed by a certain someone.
"How long is that damn good for nothing brother of mine going to make me wait for", using her other hand she taps the table impatiently.
A woman looks like she is in her thirties simple gently at the little girl.
"It's fine sweetheart, it's not like your brother going to see you anytime soon now. After today you can rest assured you will never have another brother"
The woman's smile widen as a cunning glint flashed in her eyes.
"Humph! I'm just upset that that dog is making me wait, he should be the one waiting for me! Not the other way around!!!", she doesn't bother to call her brother, brother anymore but refers to him as a dog. Maybe for her, a dog might be an overstatement
Losing her temper a little Cyril slam her tiny fist onto the table while throwing a mild tantrum. The table shakes a little but is still fine because it was made out of precious materials to ensure that the table doesn't break every time Lilith eats.
A middle age man silently watches his daughter making a fuss. He shook his head and thought silently 'I should teach her about patience in her next lesson'.
As the head of the Amos house, Lucifer has a lot of problems to deal with especially when Ronan was born. But thanks to Cyril's birth he can once again lift his head and show his superiority and pride. How pitiful was he, a Demon Lord of Pride to give birth to a useless son?
But today is a special day, today is the day when he thinks it is the right time to get rid of a burden to the house of Amos once and for all (he hoped).
Still in his thought, Lucifer detected a weak and very faint presence. He opens his shut eyes to see his... 'son'.
The dining door suddenly opens to no one surprise.
(A/N: They are all evolved being so don't expect them to be surprised when an unevolved being approaches them).
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I looked at my surroundings. The entire room seems to be lit up by the golden decoration around the wall and ceiling.
How flamboyant, but I get that Lucifer is the Demon Lord of Pride for a reason.
Looking at... I guess my parent's faces, they seem cold and uncaring, most of all my mother's eye has a rotating snake as a pupil. Jesus! that is creepy especially as she looks at me with such heartless eyes. This scary... very scary.
A dominating aura appeared suddenly and weighing me down and making me kneel.
"Agh!" Fuck! it hurt! I kept the rest of the sentence in my mind in case they ire my 'parents'.
"Hump! Took you long enough bastard! You should be grateful for me not killing you right now for disrespecting me!" A cute but angry voice sounded in my right ear.
My sister whom I still don't know the name of snorts as I in disdain.
'Fuck... it hurt!!! it hurt!!!' I grit my teeth, even though the pain I felt right now is worst than I have ever suffered. But my mind was surprisingly resilient.
It looks like some of the original Ronan experience is still inside my brain... though I don't if I should be glad by the fact that he was being tortured so much that he basically learn how to not scream even though the pain was unimaginable. 'For me of course, not sure Ronan has suffered worst...'.
It felt like hours for me, hours of pure pain and pressure are like being pricked by million needles continuously. At some point, my mind when blank, and the only thing I can felt was pain.
"Ahggghhgh!!!" Finally, after god knows how long, I let out an excruciating cry. Tears flowed down from my eyes.
I suddenly question my previous optimistic thoughts, was trying to survive even worth it in the end?
All I get for getting here a little bit late was extreme torture. I can't even fathom how strong the previous Ronan's will to live like this every day.
While I was in my thought I can hear a voice of a dominating man.
"Enough, Cyril." He said emotionlessly
"Tch... Fine." my sister like a most normal kid of her age was quite obedient toward her parents.
The pressure suddenly subsides, and the pain seizes to continue. My body felt elevated a little, I don't know if it's because of my hallucination or the fact that it felt like standing on Earth but then teleported to the Moon.
Both sound like delusions to me.
"Fufu, isn't it quite entertaining seeing our son tear? After all, this is his first tear after two years. He is quite like you in the past, no matter how hard the thing is he never cried." The woman who I think is my mother spoke in an amusing tone.
"Don't compare me to that trash. I don't think I don't see that you tried to insult me, woman." The man's voice who is probably my father spoke again but it sound angry.
"Fufufu"
"M-m-mother... F-fat-the...?", I said in a faint voice. My muscle felt stiff, and my jaw hangs loose on my skull making my word almost inaudible.
"Silence!" Mother declared.
"Also don't call me mother, I thought I make it clear to you years ago." The woman said in disdain.
"You don't have to call me father again from today because..." The man declared.
My heart beat wildly, as my thoughts turned chaotic. A bad premonition lingered in my mind, my mind rang like an alarm bell.
"From today, 12th of June 2891, Ronan Amos at the age of 16, you will forsake your former status as a noble of house Amos..." The Demon Lord of Pride read every word clearly and as detail as possible. He makes sure I hear it as clearly as possible
...
Out of all the bad thing that can happen, the worst possible outcome outside of death happen.
***
And like that Ronan's life was thrown into pandemonium. he thought he just have to live like an obedient child his family will probably keep him even as a decoration.
But today they do the unthinkable, they disown their firstborn despite their image. But today they didn't just disown a child... today they mold the initial shape of the True Demon King.
Today marks the day when the True Demon King embarks on his journey to not just become the Demon King but also to become the Novel's Final Boss.
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A/N: For some reason, the ending of this chapter sounds like the end of a freaking volume though it's not.
I just tried to make it sound cool and mysterious okay?
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