Demon Heir's Rebirth
Chapter 1: The Spoiled Prince of the Abyss
The Abyssal Throne stretched endlessly, a palace of black obsidian and crimson flames. The air crackled with power, thick with the scent of burning incense and the distant cries of tormented souls. Towering demon lords knelt in reverence, their monstrous forms trembling in submission before the one who ruled them all—the Demon God of the Abyss, Azrathoth.
And lounging lazily across a luxurious silken couch was Raviel Azrathoth, the son of the almighty demon god and the undisputed heir to the Abyss.
"Damn it, this is boring," Raviel sighed, twirling a golden goblet of hellfire wine between his fingers. His deep crimson eyes, a mark of his royal bloodline, flickered with irritation as he stared at the never-ending line of demons bringing him gifts.
A monstrous ogre, twice the size of a war elephant, approached the throne, carrying a chest filled with celestial bones. "M-Master Raviel, I present to you the remains of the fallen Sky Titan, reforged in Abyssal Hellfire. A weapon of unparalleled destruction!"
Raviel barely glanced at it before waving his hand dismissively. "Meh. Too bulky. Next!"
The ogre's massive shoulders slumped as he was dragged away by armored demon guards. Another demon stepped forward, a nine-tailed shadow fox, trembling as it presented a black dagger carved from the fang of an ancient deity.
Raviel yawned.
"Trash. I don't need weapons—I have my father's power. If I wanted something dead, I'd just snap my fingers." He leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. "Ugh, is there really nothing interesting today? Someone bring me something fun!"
The court of demons exchanged nervous glances. No one dared to anger Raviel, for his father's protection made him untouchable. Even the strongest demon generals would grovel before him, knowing that one wrong word could bring the wrath of the Demon God himself.
A chuckle echoed through the grand hall.
"Raviel, my son," a deep voice rumbled. The air itself trembled as Azrathoth, the Demon God, stepped forward from his throne of darkness. His presence was absolute, his very existence a force of destruction. Clad in flowing black robes wreathed in living shadows, his burning golden eyes locked onto his heir.
"You grow restless," Azrathoth observed, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand lifetimes.
Raviel smirked. "Father, everything is just so dull. No one dares to challenge me, no one dares to speak against me. What's the point of being the strongest if there's no excitement?" He sighed dramatically. "Maybe I should visit the mortal realms and play around a little. Start a war or something."
Azrathoth chuckled, shaking his head. "You have never faced hardship, Raviel. You have always had power, always had luxury. But strength without struggle is meaningless."
Raviel rolled his eyes. "Here we go again with the whole 'struggle builds character' speech. Father, I'm already strong. What else do I need?"
Azrathoth studied his son for a long moment. Then, a small smile crossed his lips.
"Perhaps it is time you learned what it means to lose."
Before Raviel could process those words, the entire palace shook. The sky outside split open, golden divine light pouring through as a rupture in reality formed above the Abyssal Throne. Holy chants echoed across the realm.
A massive figure descended from the heavens, draped in celestial radiance—the Divine Emperor of the Heavens.
"Azrathoth! The time has come for your reign to end!"
Raviel's eyes widened. The celestial legions of the heavens poured through the rift, their swords blazing with divine energy. The Abyss erupted into war as demons and angels clashed, screams of battle filling the air.
Azrathoth stepped forward, his power surging as the very laws of existence trembled. But before he could act, a dozen golden chains shot from the sky, sealing his movements.
"Foolish gods," Azrathoth growled, his power shaking the heavens even as the divine shackles tightened around him. "You dare challenge me?"
Raviel, for the first time in his life, felt something foreign—fear.
"Father?! What's happening?!"
Azrathoth's burning gaze met his son's. "Raviel, remember this: power is nothing without the will to wield it. Survive… and return stronger!"
And with those final words, the heavens collapsed onto the Abyss.
Raviel screamed as golden chains wrapped around his body, his power drained in an instant. The world spun violently, his body hurled through the void, stripped of his demonic aura.
Then—darkness.
For the first time in his life, the overpampered prince of the Abyss was alone.
And weak.
And mortal.