The infernal throne room of Eldria was filled with the scent of burning embers and ancient power. The vast space echoed with the crackling of molten rock, punctuated only by the heavy footsteps of the Administrator, the ancient ruler of the demon continent. His glowing eyes, like molten gold, surveyed the four young princes kneeling before him, their faces a mixture of arrogance, boredom, and sly amusement.
The Administrator's patience had worn thin. He was a being of immense power, far beyond any mortal's comprehension, but even he had limits when it came to the antics of these four troublemakers.
"You've all gone too far this time," the Administrator's voice rumbled like a distant thunderstorm.
The Prince of Lust, Asmodeus, the most handsome of the group with his purple hair and smoldering gaze, flashed a winning smile. "Define 'too far,' my lord. Personally, I believe we've just been... creative."
Beside him, Mammon, the Prince of Greed, adjusted his perfectly tailored coat, his emerald eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of someone who always got his way. "Exactly. Innovation is the heart of progress, after all."
Beelzebub, the Prince of Sloth, barely managed to open one eye, lazily lounging on the cold marble floor as if the gravity of the situation failed to register. "If progress involves less effort, count me in."
Lucifer, the Prince of Pride, stood with his back straight, silver hair flowing behind him like a mantle. His violet eyes burned with arrogance as he lifted his chin defiantly. "We didn't break any rules. We simply bent them to our advantage."
The Administrator's molten eyes narrowed, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees. "You terrorized the populace, disrupted the peace of Eldria, and caused an inter-realm scandal. You defied the very order that sustains our world."
"We didn't terrorize anyone. We simply... challenged them," Lucifer corrected, his tone smooth as silk. "If they failed to meet our standards, that's their problem, not ours."
The Administrator's gaze hardened. "It is not your place to set those standards. And it is certainly not your place to bring disorder to the realm of demons."
Beelzebub stretched lazily, letting out a long yawn. "Is this going somewhere, or can we skip to the part where you scold us and we pretend to listen?"
"Silence!" The Administrator's voice reverberated through the room, and even Beelzebub sat up straight, his sleepy demeanor momentarily shaken.
Lust and Greed exchanged a glance, both of them suppressing smirks. This wasn't their first time being summoned before the Administrator, but it felt different. The old demon wasn't just angry—he was genuinely furious.
"You will be banished," the Administrator announced, his voice dripping with finality. "All four of you."
Asmodeus blinked, his charming mask faltering for the first time. "Banished? Us? To where, exactly?"
Lucifer's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare."
"I would and I will," the Administrator said coldly. "I'm sending you to a place where your powers will be nothing more than whispers of what they once were. You will live as mortals, stripped of your influence, your dominion, your power."
Mammon raised an eyebrow. "This sounds... inconvenient."
Beelzebub, rubbing his eyes, finally fully sat up. "Wait. You're sending us where? The mortal realm?"
The Administrator gave a slow nod, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Earth. A land of mundanity, where even your best tricks will fail you."
Lust, normally calm and collected, seemed momentarily shaken. "Earth? You mean that place filled with humans and their tiresome routines?"
"They have their uses," Mammon mused, always thinking ahead. "But it's beneath us, isn't it?"
Beelzebub stretched again, yawning. "Well, at least humans know how to be lazy."
Lucifer, however, seemed unfazed. A slow smirk spread across his face. "Interesting choice. Earth, you say?"
The Administrator narrowed his eyes at Lucifer, sensing something was amiss in the prince's calm reaction. "You will live among them, powerless to disrupt their lives in the ways you are accustomed to. You will know hardship, humility, and discipline. And as a bonus, parts of your memories of this place will be sealed. Though you may remember about your statuses."
Lucifer let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, we'll manage."
The Administrator's expression darkened, realizing that this banishment may not have the desired effect on these four. "You think this is a game, Lucifer? You believe you can outsmart me, even now?"
Lucifer's smirk remained, but his eyes flashed with defiance. "No, Administrator. But I've been preparing for this... *exile* my entire life."
Before the Administrator could respond, Asmodeus chimed in, grinning. "We've studied Earth, you know. Their languages, their customs... their *entertainment*." He winked.
Mammon nodded, looking smug. "I hear their economic systems are rather intriguing. Plenty of opportunities for someone with my... *interests*."
Beelzebub yawned again, lying back down. "And their culture of relaxation isn't half bad."
The Administrator clenched his fists, fury radiating from him. "You planned for this?"
Lucifer stepped forward, standing tall. "We didn't just plan. We ensured that we would thrive no matter where you sent us."
There was a long silence, the air thick with tension. The Administrator, for the first time in millennia, felt truly challenged by these four. Their arrogance, their cunning—they had prepared for their punishment as if it were a prize. And now, sending them to Earth seemed like less of a sentence and more of a strategy they had been waiting to enact.
"You think Earth will be your playground?" the Administrator growled. "You may know their ways, but Earth is no simple realm. There are others sent there, as well."
Lucifer's smirk faltered. "Others?"
The Administrator's gaze gleamed with malice. "I have dispatched angels, saints, and heroes to Earth to keep balance. You won't be the only ones... and they, unlike you, will be there under different circumstances."
Asmodeus frowned. "Angels? Saints? What are they doing on Earth?"
"Adjusting," the Administrator said darkly. "Just like you will be."
Mammon's eyes flickered with interest. "This changes things... though not necessarily for the worse."
Lucifer shot him a look, silencing any further comment. "No matter. We'll handle whatever comes."
"Confident as ever," the Administrator said, shaking his head. "But be warned. You will be powerless compared to what you've grown accustomed to. And those sent to Earth with you are not to be underestimated."
Lucifer's smirk returned, though his mind was racing. "We'll see."
Without further warning, the Administrator raised his hand, and a portal opened beneath the feet of the four princes. The swirling energy of the rift glowed with a strange light, pulling them into its depths.
As they were dragged through, Lucifer shouted, his voice carrying through the void. "We'll be back, Administrator. Mark my words."
The Administrator watched the portal close, his gaze unreadable. He stood in the now-quiet throne room, contemplating the strange turn of events. He had expected resistance, arrogance even, but never had he anticipated that these four had prepared for this exile. Earth was supposed to humble them, not empower them.
"Earth may not be ready for what's coming," he muttered to himself. "But neither are they."
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Earth – One Week Later
Lucifer groaned as he sat up, brushing dirt off his school uniform. It wasn't exactly his style, but it would do for now. The mortal realm had limitations, but he and his brothers had made quick adjustments. The school they'd enrolled in was nothing special—typical teenage humans, completely unaware of the powers lurking in their midst. Mammon who now goes by the name Mano found himself a part-time job at a local convenience store. While Asmodeus who now goes by the name Ashwil does housework. Beelzebub who now goes by the name Ben, is just being lazy. Lucifer who now goes by the name Luciano found himself a job at a construction site.
Now they are balancing school with work.
Asmodeus leaned against a tree nearby, scanning the passing students with a bored expression. "I've seen more attractive mortals in Eldria."
Mammon flipped through a book titled Economics for Beginners with mild interest. "You'd be surprised. Their monetary systems are complex enough to keep me entertained."
Beelzebub lay on the grass, already half-asleep. "I'm just here for the naps."
Lucifer glanced around, spotting their newest obstacles: the heroes, saints, and angels. They were standing on the other side of the courtyard, clearly out of place but pretending to blend in.
"This'll be fun," Lucifer muttered, his smirk returning.
Asmodeus rolled his eyes. "Fun for you, maybe. I'm here for more... personal pursuits."
Mammon looked up from his book, eyes gleaming. "Let the games begin."
And so, it had. Four demon princes, cunning and dangerous, now walked among mortals—and the world would never be the same.