A month after their first encounter with the human child named Pluto, the devils and Valkyries decided on remaining with the boy, convinced that by observing and studying him that they would be able to get some further crucial information about their current predicament, and how they could get out of it.
"It's been a full month – a full month since we have been forced to swear servitude to that child." says Asmodeus.
"Yes. A complete month of agony and dread as glorified slaves for that human child." says Lucifer.
"Lucifer, he has already explained that this wasn't his doing. He was used by the Gods." says Beelzebulo.
"Yes the Gods are the one's responsible for our current circumstances. They are the only ones that truly what the big secret is about Pluto" states Diablo.
"Secret?" Eir asks, joining the discussion.
"Yes. Why he's so special that they'd have us kings and chiefs protect and look after the boy" states Belpheger.
And so forty years soon passes, but Pluto is yet to grow. Surprisingly Pluto in all of this time still remains in his youthful preadolescent age, which made the summons worry about what Pluto truly is.
"This boy cannot be an ordinary human. For the past forty years he appears to have not aged a single day." concernedly says Eir.
"Indeed. Perhaps he is immortal." says Beelzebulo.
Immortal! That wretched child! You jest Beelzebulo." declares Lucifer
"Well, what say you Valkyries? Doesn't the child's lack of physical development unnerve and baffle you?" asked Asmodeus.
"Why of course it does. Each of us Valkyries have devoted ourselves to comprehensively examining and studying Pluto." says Brynhildr.
"So then Brynhildr, what have you uncovered? Is the Pluto truly human, and why have the Gods damned us to such the loathsome ordeal of serving this him?" asked Diablo.
"Well truthfully we haven't managed to uncover much, but by all accounts the child does appear to be human, from a physiological and philological standpoint, and as to the Gods choosing us to be his summons, there is simply no way of knowing till we ask the Gods themselves." says Brynhildr,
"So for forty years we still know close to nothing about the boy, despite of all this time." says Belpheger.
"I suppose all we can hope for is the eventual discovery of the truth in due time, so during that time us the Valkyries will continue our investigation of Pluto." says Eir.
And so the years continued to pass with the whole party living in relative symbiosis, amongst the seven devil kings, the thirteen Valkyrie chiefs, and Pluto. After sixty years of vagrancy, the party finally decided to settle on the land of Sothoryos, the largest continent of their new world. Over those years Pluto learnt the ways of sorcery and academia, maturing even further intellectually, under the tutelage of the Valkyrie. Pluto over the years also developed a keenness towards summoning magic, and this keenness led him to summoning an animal companion for himself, it was a nemean lion, which quickly became his best playmate and friend, with the two becoming inseparable.
"Pluto, it's time to bath then eat, so would you cease your tomfoolery with that beast. Let's not forget, today is your honorary birthday." says Geiahoo.
"Hoo, I'm not feeling too well actually. I feel like somethings wrong." Pluto said while feebly rising to his feet, and making his approach towards Geiahoo,
when he suddenly toppled over to the hard floor, spontaneously haemorrhaging blood through all of his orifices. Geiahoo stupefied instinctively jumped into action and swiftly carried Pluto off the ground, while shouting out for assistance from the other summons.
"Geirahoo, what is it?!" Mammon askes concerned.
"It's Pluto, he seems to have fallen ill all of a sudden!" frantically says Geirahoo
Having reached the main party, Geirahoo carefully handed Pluto over to Eir, who acted as the head medical healer of the party, because of her advanced medical understanding and familiarity. She hastily conducted a physical examination, as to what exactly could have been the cause of Pluto being in such an adverse condition. During the examination Eir discovered that it was due Pluto experiencing some mysterious awakening of some enigmatic divine power.
With everybody surrounding Pluto, each of the servants equally tense and confused by what was transpiring before them,
Geirahoo then asked: "Well then Eir, what is happening to him?!"
"Honestly, I'm not sure myself, but it appears that Pluto is somehow going through some sort of awakening phase." says Eir.
"Wait, what?!" exclaims Leviathan.
"Awakening? As in powers, like innate heavenly powers?" asks Geirahoo.
"It appears so." says Eir.
After hearing what Eir had to say everyone was in a state of disbelief as to what was happening before them in this human child's body. Were they witnessing the birth of a new God? Could it be that there was never the involvement of the Messenger God and Pluto was the sole one who had summoned each of them there afterall? These were the countless thoughts that were swirling in each of the summons heads as they stood helpless, having been stricken to being mere spectators to Pluto's unexpected metamorphization.
And as they watched, interrupting their flow of thoughts, it all began, Pluto's transformation was complete. Abrupt darkness swelled and consumed the entire area, with the unnatural eruption of a full-on thunderstorm, with the lightning strikes erupting at every corner which then began being concentrated more and more within the unconscious Pluto's vicinity, Pluto who was now levitating off of the ground he was placed on.
The lightning then proceeded to relentlessly strike Pluto's body, which then in turn enshrouded his skin in some sort of layer of dynamic electricity, one which caused a revolting odour of burning and dying flesh, with it also being complemented by a distinctive noise of searing cells and organs. Pluto was clearly dying, and there was absolutely nothing his summons could do to prevent it.
After several seconds had passed, the storm eventually came to an end. Devastated and completely dumbfounded by the inexplicable events that have transpired before them, the summons hadn't the slightest idea of what had become of Pluto, the one they were assigned to protect. And out of the ashes and smoke lied a body motionless and on the ground, but then the most slightest movement, the clinch of the fist, was noticed. Pluto had survived, but more than that he was reborn.
As the smoke cleared, an unblemished, statuesque figure arose from the scorched ground, looking as immaculate as a newly-born infant. And as it stood tall, it spoke: "From this day onwards, I will be referred to as Emperor Pluto Anubis of the Dark Empire."