'We …lost?' Vert stared at the man who named Blanc in a daze, 'We couldn't even put up a fight.'
She finds it ridiculous. Even when fighting Rogue she wasn't so overwhelmed like this that she couldn't even land a solid hit.
She looked at her right arm, which was already starting to heal from being burned. And the hole on her stomach which was spewing out blood.
Shakily, she stood up.
In all her existence, Vert has never felt so utterly weak than she does now.
She looked to the side; Bleu was missing her arms, she was breathing heavily as she tried to stand up, but couldn't. She was too weak right that a large rubble was pressing her down and suffocating her.
Vert pointed her arm at the rubble and fired a small explosion magic, blowing up the rubble.
Bleu gave her a grateful nod as she stood up.
"Are you convinced?" Testarossa smiled at them, her eyes showing her disdain despite the gentle look. "Lord Satan haven't even gotten serious yet."
Vert ignored the haughty woman. Instead, she opted to slowly approached Satan who was sitting on a fallen pillar, looking at them.
Bleu, noticing her actions, followed her.
Then, as they stood in front of Satan, they both kneeled at the same time.
"I am the Green Primordial, if Lord Satan would still like to accept me, I will gladly submit to you."
"Blue Primordial, If you still want me, then I will wholeheartedly serve you."
Satan smiled at them, "Of course. I gladly accept the two of you." He stood up, "then, as a sign of your allegiance to me, I shall grant the two of you names."
"Huh?" Bleu let out a surprised voice as she stared at him.
"Hm?" Vert just stared at him, eye widened in shock.
Satan pointed at Bleu, "From now on, you shall be known as Rhein," he then pointed at Vert, "And you will be known as Mizari."
(A/N: I know it's Rain and Misery, but these names stuck with me because this is their names in the first TL I read, also those names just look better in my eyes)
Once again, Satan felt his magicule dropped as it went towards the two Primordials.
Just like what happened with Testarossa, they were engulfed by a dark aura, wrapping them up like a cocoon.
"It seems like they are evolving like I did, Lord Satan." Said Testarossa, standing behind him. "Though, they would still be not a match for myself."
"Indeed. Though the two of them have about equal magicules to yours before your evolution, they are severely lacking in terms of magic mastery and combat skills."
"That's given, for I am the strongest. The me now could surely beat the current Rogue and Noir."
After a few moments, the energy that surrounds both Primordials dissipates, leaving behind the now newly evolved demons.
Vert, or Mizari, for some reason was now wearing a maid outfit. Her hair grew a bit longer, she grew a bit taller, and more …curvier.
But her magicules amount was something that Satan that paid more attention to. It was high, equal in amount of magicules that Testarossa currently have.
Bleu, or Rhein, was also wearing a maid outfit. She didn't change much appearance wise, but the magicules radiating from her body was nothing to scoff at.
It was every bit as powerful as Testarossa.
"Mizari," The Green Primordial smiled as she tried the name, "Ah, what a splendid name. From now on, I shall be called Mizari. Thank you for granting me this honor, my esteemed master."
"From this moment forward, we swear to remain eternally loyal and devoted to you, oh great Satan." Said Rhein, the Blue Primordial. "Our names shall be the proof of this oath."
Satan smiled. With this, he now have three powerful generals who can lead his army to battle,
Speaking of which, "Mizari, Rhein, do you have subordinates under your commands?"
Rhein nodded, "I have around twelve thousand subordinates milord. Just say the word, and I shall lead them to wherever battlefield you so desire."
Those subordinates of hers were just being idle anyway. Since Rhein lost interest in further expanding her territory and challenging other Primordials, they have nothing better to do.
Though, from time to time they would fight each other to the death just to see who is stronger than who.
"I have around eighty thousand, Lord Satan." Said Mizari, with Satan looking at her in surprise, "I have the highest number of subordinates amongst the Primordials."
Satan hummed. 'So that puts the demons under my command to be over a hundred thousand huh. Still too small. I have more than ten million demons when I went to start my conquest in Ente Isla.'
"Well, bring them over back to Testa's territory first. We pretty much trashed this place." Satan looked at the destroyed surroundings, and couldn't help but sigh.
For now, he should slow down in gathering war powers. He should consolidate his power and influence amongst the demons first.
Haste makes waste, a saying from Earth.
Even he took several decades conquering the Demon World in his previous life. Though, he was sure that this time it wouldn't take too long.
After all, in this world, demons have this instinctual loyalty to the progenitor of their lineage. Unless said Demon is a "Unique" one, but those are very rare individuals and even Testarossa hasn't met any "Unique Demon" in her long life.
So if Satan wanted to conquer Hell, he just need to subdue the Primordials and all demons would listen to him.
"Let's go, we have a lot to deal with." Said Satan.
""Understood, Lord Satan.""
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"Fufufu, so Bleu and Vert were also subdued huh. Oh, I guess I should call them Rhein and Mizari from now on?"
Noir, the Black Primordial, was watching Satan as he subdued two more primordials.
In fact, Noir has been watching him since he felt Satan's presence when he first appeared in Hell. Noir witnessed how he easily defeated Blanc, or Testarossa now, and now how he easily defeated both Bleu and Vert without even an ounce of effort.
"To rule this world, huh." Noir smiled as he leaned back on his throne, "How amusing."
How many years has it been since he felt excited? He already forgot.
Noir, as a demon, has this intense drive for battle. He loves it. He lives for it. And he hated it.
After eons of fighting, his fighting skills became so high every fight was too easy for him. And he hated it. So much so that he stopped his nature to evolve just so he can at least find stronger opponents he can fight against.
So when he saw Satan for the first time, he was enthusiastic. Even more so when he defeated Blanc and named her Testarossa. Proving his superiority even amongst one of the strongest Primordials.
Yes, even Noir admits that aside from Rogue, Testarossa was someone that can actually put up a decent fight against him.
Though, she was still weak.
Even now despite having evolved into Demon Peer, Noir has confidence to fight her on equal grounds.
"If conquering Hell is his goal, then he would surely come and find me. Fufufu, very well. I'm waiting for you, oh Great King of Demons, Satan."
Noir was looking forward to their meeting.
The man in which the world will choose to show the 'truth'.
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"Greetings Jaune," a petite, purple haired young girl wearing a dark purple robe appeared before a beautiful young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair.
"Huh? Violet? The heck are you doing here?" The Yellow Primordial, Jaune, narrowed her eyes at the girl. "Want to fight? I'll take you on."
Primordials pretty much never really actively meet each other unless they want to challenge each other.
And even among Primordials, Jaune was known for being "unreasonable", someone who would punch first, talk later.
If she's an ordinary girl from Earth, she would be a high school delinquent.
"No, wait just a minute." Violet raised her hand in surrender as Jaune prepared to fire a Nuclear Magic that would surely obliterate the entire surroundings.
And despite being the Purple Primordial, Violet would surely suffer from a magic of such scale, especially since it was fired by another primordial.
And even Violet herself accepted that amongst the Primordials, she was the least 'matured', therefore being the weakest. While Jaune was only below to Blanc.
However, despite Violet's protest, Jaune continued to prepare her nuclear magic.
"Blanc, Bleu, and Vert have evolved!" Violet hurriedly reported.
That stopped Jaune, "Huh? Are you sure? I would've thought that Noir and Rogue would be the first to evolve." Jaune recalled the magicules she used to prepare Nuclear Magic.
Violet nodded, "Well, they 'cheated' on their evolution. They were named, and evolved in the process."
Jaune blinked, "Huuuh!? There's actually a bastard out there crazy enough to name Primordials?! And succeeded!?"
"Apparently," Violet nodded her head, "He calls himself Satan. Bleu, Blanc, and Vert has already submitted to him, and he expressed his desire on conquering Hell."
"Sounds fun!" Jaune stood up from her seat, "Where are they at? Imma go visit them!"
Also because she wanted to test her strength against a Primordial who had already evolved. Besides, she was getting bored tormenting those weaklings in the 'Material World' anyway.
"In Blanc's territory." Replied Violet.
"Good, then let's go and meet up with them!" Jaune grinned as she prepared spatial magic to teleport to Blanc's territory.
"Hey, wait for me!" Violet also did the same, following Jaune.
Thus, two more Primordials set out to meet up with Satan, while one of them awaits his visit.