The agonized screams of a white-haired woman reverberated through the grand chamber, her voice raw with pain as she clutched the hand of the red-haired man beside her. His usually calm and commanding demeanor was nowhere to be seen; his crimson eyes were wide with panic, his face taut as he whispered encouragements, his other hand bracing hers tightly despite the crushing strength of her grip.
"You're doing well, my dear," murmured Venelana, her voice as gentle as a summer breeze. Her beauty was unmatched, her violet eyes glowing faintly in the dimly lit room, exuding both authority and warmth. She turned to the midwives, who fidgeted nervously at the edge of the chaos, their trembling hands betraying their fear. "Prepare yourselves. This will be no ordinary birth."
The white-haired woman, Elena, cried out again, her body convulsing as tendrils of crimson energy surged from her, spreading cracks across the floor and walls. Luxurious furniture around the room began to decay and splinter under the oppressive force. Zeoticus, Sirzechs' father, stood nearby, his imposing frame radiating power as he raised his hand, chanting a complex spell to contain the energy erupting from Elena's body. His expression was grim, but his voice steady as he directed the containment field.
"Elena, hold on!" Sirzechs pleaded, leaning closer to her. His voice quivered, a stark contrast to the overwhelming presence he usually carried as Lucifer, one of the four Great Satans.
"I… I can't!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her pale face. "It hurts, Sirzechs! It hurts so much!"
The energy flared again, cracks in the suppression field forcing Zeoticus to redouble his efforts. Sirzechs turned sharply toward Grayfia, who stood nearby with her usual composure now cracking into visible worry.
"Grayfia, summon Ajuka! Now!" Sirzechs barked.
Without hesitation, Grayfia nodded and vanished in a flash of silver magic. The oppressive atmosphere lingered in her absence, the tension mounting with every agonized cry that escaped Elena's lips. Sirzechs leaned in closer, his crimson hair falling into his eyes as he brushed her sweat-drenched hair back.
"Be strong, my love. Please. Everything will be fine," he whispered, though his voice carried the weight of doubt.
Moments later, the room trembled slightly as a teleportation circle flared to life. Ajuka Beelzebub, clad in his characteristic formal attire, stepped through, his brilliant green hair glowing faintly under the magical light. His presence immediately demanded attention. Calm yet focused, Ajuka was renowned for his genius, and even among the Satans, his intellect was unparalleled. His piercing gaze swept across the room, taking in the destruction, the trembling midwives, and Elena's pained expression.
"Ajuka!" Sirzechs called, relief and desperation lacing his voice. "Help her! Our son—he's already releasing his Power of Destruction from within the womb! We can't contain it!"
Ajuka's eyes narrowed as he approached, casting a series of diagnostic spells over Elena. His expression turned grim, his youthful face creasing with worry.
"He's already conscious," Ajuka muttered, his voice barely audible. The words shocked everyone into silence. Venelana stepped forward, her composed façade cracking.
"Conscious? What do you mean?" she asked, her usually melodic voice taut with disbelief.
Ajuka looked up, meeting her gaze briefly before returning to his work. "The child is awake. His magic is spiraling out of control… he's drowning in his own Power of Destruction. Subconsciously, he's struggling to survive."
"Struggling to survive?" Sirzechs repeated in a hushed, horrified tone. He turned to Elena, who let out another pained cry. "He's trying to—destroy his way out?"
Ajuka nodded gravely. "If this continues unchecked, both mother and child will not survive."
Sirzechs felt his heart sink. "Then we have to suppress it! Seal it, if we must!" he shouted, desperation overtaking his usual calm.
Ajuka hesitated, glancing between Sirzechs, Venelana, and Zeoticus before speaking. "There are two options." His voice was low and deliberate, each word heavier than the last. "We can attempt to seal the child's magic. However, it won't be temporary. A permanent seal will restrict his Power of Destruction forever, cutting off his full potential. Even if he survives, he'll never reach the heights he's destined for."
The weight of his words hung over the room like a storm cloud. Sirzechs staggered back, his usual confidence crumbling as he processed the implications.
"What's the second option?" Venelana asked, stepping forward, her hand tightly gripping Zeoticus's for support.
Ajuka's gaze darkened. "The second option… is to prioritize Elena's life. Terminating the pregnancy will save her, but the child…" He trailed off, the somber meaning clear to everyone.
"No!" Elena's voice cut through the room, trembling but resolute. Her pale hands clenched tighter as she turned her tear-streaked face toward Sirzechs. "No! I won't let that happen. My boy—our son—he will survive!" Her voice broke as she sobbed, the pain and determination mixing into a single anguished cry.
"Ajuka!" Sirzechs shouted, his voice hoarse. "There has to be another way!"
Ajuka looked at him solemnly before casting another spell. "If we attempt to suppress his magic and proceed with the birth, it will endanger Elena's life. Her magic reserves are nearly depleted, and the strain of the suppression field is already taking its toll. Even if you used a Devil's Piece to revive her afterward, the lack of mana could make revival impossible."
Silence fell over the room as everyone grappled with the impossible choice. Elena groaned again, her body shaking as her breaths came in ragged gasps. Venelana knelt beside her, stroking her hair gently as tears welled in her own eyes.
Ajuka straightened, his face set with grim determination. "Sirzechs, the decision is yours. But you must make it now."
Sirzechs gripped Elena's trembling hand as she lay on the bed, her body drenched in sweat, her white hair sticking to her pale skin. The air in the room was suffocating, charged with the oppressive power emanating from her womb. The child's destructive energy lashed out, fracturing the walls and rattling the luxurious chandeliers above.
"Elena, hold on," Sirzechs whispered, his voice cracking. He brushed her damp hair back, his crimson eyes filled with desperation. "We'll get through this. I promise."
Her breath hitched, and she turned to him, her eyes hazy but determined. "Save… him," she rasped, her voice barely audible. Tears welled in her eyes, but they were not tears of fear—only love and resolve.
Ajuka's spell circle flickered in the air above her, a glowing barrier attempting to contain the chaotic magic within. The green-haired devil stood at the foot of the bed, sweat dripping down his temple as he fought to maintain the intricate weave. "His power is growing," Ajuka said through gritted teeth. "If I don't suppress it now, it will destroy her—and him."
"No!" Elena's voice, though weak, cut through the tension like a blade. She clutched Sirzechs' arm with surprising strength, her nails digging into his skin. "Don't seal him! He's our child—he deserves to live, to thrive!"
"Elena…" Sirzechs murmured, his heart breaking at her plea. He looked to Ajuka, his face a mask of torment.
"There's no other way," Ajuka said firmly. "If I don't act, both mother and child will die."
Sirzechs trembled, his hands balled into fists. "Do it," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
Elena's eyes widened in horror. "No, Sirzechs! You can't… you won't!" She struggled against him, her voice rising in desperation. "Please… let me protect him! He's our boy, our son—he'll survive, I know he will!"
Sirzechs turned away, unable to meet her gaze. "You're my everything, Elena," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I can't lose you."
Ajuka resumed his chant, the spell circle blazing brighter. The crimson energy within her womb fought back, wild and unrelenting. Elena's body convulsed as the clash of magic escalated, the room trembling under the pressure. Just as Ajuka prepared to complete the spell, a sudden blinding light erupted from Elena's body, interrupting the ritual.
"What is this?!" Ajuka shouted, shielding his eyes.
The light was warm and radiant, washing over the room like a tidal wave. It was not magic as they knew it—it was something far more profound. Elena's body glowed with an otherworldly brilliance, her hair fanning out as if caught in a celestial wind. The oppressive energy from the child subsided, enveloped by the luminous aura.
"She's…" Venelana gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "She's giving everything to him."
The light spiraled downward, forming a protective cocoon around the child within her womb. Elena's breathing grew shallower, her body growing visibly weaker as the glow intensified.
"Elena, stop!" Sirzechs cried, panic overtaking him. He reached for her, but she smiled weakly, her face serene despite the pain.
"This… is what a mother does," she whispered, her voice filled with unshakable resolve. "He's my son… and I'll give him everything."
Her words sent a shiver through the room. Ajuka stared, awestruck, his usual composure shattered. "She's transferring her life force… directly to the child," he muttered, unable to look away. "This… this isn't possible…"
The light around her grew brighter, swallowing the room in a divine glow. Elena's back arched as her body convulsed one last time. With a final, agonizing cry, the child emerged into the world, his pale white hair shimmering with traces of the same radiant light that had surrounded her.
The midwives hurried to wrap the newborn in a soft cloth, but their hands trembled as they approached. The boy's dark crimson eyes opened, glowing with an intensity that rivaled a supernova.
"Elena…" Venelana whispered, kneeling beside her daughter-in-law. With great effort, Elena's eyes fluttered open. Her gaze fell on the child, and her lips curved into a faint smile.
"My little boy…" she murmured, her voice barely audible. She reached out weakly, and Venelana carefully placed the newborn in her arms.
The glow surrounding Elena began to fade, her body growing colder with every passing second. Her breath came in shallow gasps, each one weaker than the last. She cradled the child close, her fingers tracing his tiny face. "You'll be… so strong," she whispered. "My precious… little one…"
Her eyes drifted closed, her body going limp as the last of her life force faded into the child. The room fell silent, the only sound the quiet whimpers of the newborn.
"Elena?" Sirzechs whispered, his voice trembling. He knelt beside her, his hands shaking as he touched her cheek. It was cold. "No… no, no, no…"
Ajuka placed a hand on his shoulder, his expression grim. "She's gone."
Sirzechs' entire body tensed, his mind unable to process the words. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Devil's Piece, pressing it to her chest. When nothing happened, he tried again. And again.
"Come back," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Come back, damn it!"
Nothing.
The room began to shake, the very fabric of reality distorting as Sirzechs' aura flared. Crimson energy erupted around him, consuming everything in its path. The walls disintegrated; the ground beneath them vanished. Ajuka barely managed to teleport the others to safety as Sirzechs stood alone, cradling the lifeless body of the woman he loved.
His roar echoed across the void, a primal sound of grief and rage that shook the Underworld to its core. His once-noble form twisted, his power manifesting in a monstrous shape that radiated pure destruction.
It took the combined strength of the other Satans—Serafall and Falbium—to contain him. For hours, they battled to suppress his rampage, their own magic barely holding against the onslaught. By the time Sirzechs finally collapsed, exhausted and broken, the land around him was unrecognizable—a desolate wasteland, a testament to his grief"