Tommy lay motionless, staring at the grand mirror before him. His reflection was… astonishing.
Crimson hair streaked with black cascaded past his shoulders, a stark contrast to the abyssal glow of his crimson-gold eyes. Obsidian-black horns curved back elegantly, a mark of demonic royalty. His physique was perfect—tall, lean, yet undeniably powerful, built for battle. But more than anything, his very presence distorted space. The air shimmered like a mirage, as if the world itself struggled to contain his essence.
His reaction?
He grinned. There was no panic. No fear. Only excitement.
"So, I'm a demon now, huh?" He stretched his arms, flexing his fingers as energy surged through him. "Not bad. Not bad at all."
The moment he moved, the room reacted.
He sat up, and the entire bed frame cracked beneath him.
He took a step forward, and the floor beneath his feet splintered, unable to withstand the sheer weight of his presence.
He exhaled, and the torches lining the chamber flickered violently, bending to his will.
Instead of being overwhelmed, he only grinned wider.
"Heh. I could get used to this."
Power hummed within him—pure, boundless, unrestricted. He clenched his fists and immediately knew the truth.
"I'm not just some reincarnator. I am something beyond this world."
His past-life knowledge of martial arts, combat, and strategy remained intact, but now, he possessed power that rivaled the gods. A dark chuckle escaped his lips.
"This… this is going to be fun."
A Sudden Commotion
Just as he relished his newfound existence, a massive commotion erupted outside his chamber.
The doors were flung open with force as Queen Lilith, his mother, stormed inside.
She halted, her crimson eyes widening in disbelief.
Her breath hitched. For the first time in centuries, her heart raced.
She whispered, almost as if afraid she was dreaming. "My son… you're awake?"
She took a hesitant step forward, her gaze locked onto his glowing crimson-gold eyes. He was different. Unfathomably different.
"You're… different."
Slowly, she reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed against his face. The warmth, the power beneath his skin—it was real. Yet, his aura was suffocating, overwhelming even for her, a demon queen. An instinctual part of her, despite being his mother, urged her to kneel.
Final Thought: "This is no longer the son I once knew. He is something far greater."
Meanwhile, Demon King Azrael's Reaction
Far from rushing to the chamber, the Demon King remained still, his piercing gaze locked in deep thought.
He felt it. The shift. The presence that eclipsed even his own.
Instead of moving, he raised a hand and summoned the Royal Court. There would be no mindless reunion. No blind embrace. This was not the same son that went into a coma.
Final Thought: "This child… is no longer my heir. He is my successor."
His Siblings Arrive
The next to arrive was First Prince Bael, The Infernal Warlord.
Clad in battle armor, radiating heat, he stormed into the chamber, fully prepared for war. But the moment he saw his younger brother sitting calmly, radiating an unmeasurable force, he froze.
His fists clenched. His molten hellfire flickered… then died out completely.
His voice was a low growl. "Tch. So, you're finally awake?"
His sharp glare narrowed. "But what are you now?"
Deep down, he felt it—something he hadn't felt in centuries.
Uncertainty.
Final Thought: "No. This can't be. I won't let him take everything from me."
Selene, The Moonshadow Reaper, entered silently, her presence barely noticeable.
Unlike the others, she did not feel fear—only curiosity.
She watched, analyzed, and finally… smiled.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up."
She nodded slightly. "I see now… you are something new."
Without another word, she melted into the shadows, observing the reactions of the others.
Final Thought: "No one in this castle understands what he has become. But I do."
Belphegor, The Arcane Sage, teleported into the chamber, eyes gleaming with intrigue.
Books levitated around him as he muttered, "Fascinating… truly fascinating."
His gaze sharpened. "Your very presence disrupts magic itself… I must study this!"
He immediately started casting analysis spells, disregarding everything else.
Final Thought: "I must uncover the secret behind his limitless power. Even if it kills him."
Lilithia, The Scarlet Empress, burst into the room, grinning wildly.
Her sword hummed with energy as she cracked her knuckles. "Took you long enough, little brother!"
Eyes gleaming with battlelust, she smirked. "I assume you're strong now? Then prove it."
She lunged forward—only to be stopped by Queen Lilith's glare.
Final Thought: "I don't care what you've become. I just want to see if you can survive a fight with me."
Asmodeus, The Phantom Duke, strode in leisurely, sipping wine, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"The prodigal prince awakens at last."
He chuckled as he observed the tension. "This will be fun."
He didn't need to fight. He just needed to make sure his brother was on his side.
Final Thought: "I don't need to fight him. I just need to make sure he's on my side."
Azrael's Final Test
The Demon King arrived last.
He was not a man who bowed easily. He would not accept this without proof.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand—dark energy crackling violently.
"Power alone does not make a ruler."
Abyssal flames roared in his palm.
"Let me see what you have become."
He launched his strongest attack—an abyssal hellfire meant to incinerate even gods.
The Royal Court gasped in horror—this was not a mere test. This was a killing blow.
But then…
Tommy did not move. He did not flinch.
He raised a single hand.
And the attack stopped mid-air.
The flames collapsed into nothingness, erased from existence.
The entire castle shuddered.
Azrael's eyes widened—not in fear, but in genuine disbelief.
Then, he laughed.
"Hah… Hahahaha…!!"
Stepping forward, his grin widened.
"You are no longer my son."
"You are something far greater."
Final Thought: "He does not need my throne."
The throne… will bow to him."
Queen Lilith, watching the scene unfold, felt a deep, overwhelming realization settle in.
Her voice was a whisper. "He is beyond even the gods."
Tommy, standing amidst the tension, simply grinned. "Good. Because I plan to show them just how far beyond I am."
Chapter 4: The Status of a God
A thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but smirk.
"Status."
The moment the word left his lips, a crimson screen materialized before him, shimmering with abyssal energy. The very air crackled around it, as if reality itself recognized his authority.
His eyes flickered with intrigue as he read through the details displayed before him.
[Status Screen]
Name: Raviel Drakonis
Age: 19 Years Old
Race: Primordial Demon Prince
Level: ??? (Beyond Measurement)
Class: Abyssal Overlord, Chaos Monarch, Shadow Emperor
Titles:
Heir of the Abyss
Godslayer in the Making
The Throne's True Master
One Beyond Fate
Celestial Anomaly
The Demon King's Successor
Architect of Ruin
Primordial Reaper
Master of Infinite Darkness
Health Points (HP): ∞ (Cannot Be Measured)
Magic Points (MP): ∞ (Beyond the Known Limits)
Strength: ????? (Overwhelming)
Agility: ????? (Beyond Mortal Comprehension)
Endurance: ????? (Unbreakable)
Mana: ????? (Abyssal Depths)
Luck: ????? (Reality Warper)
Charm: ????? (Irresistible to All Beings)
[Skills]
Normal Skills:
Demonic Sword Mastery (EX+) – Effortlessly wields all blades as if they were extensions of his body.
Abyssal Combat Arts (EX+) – Instinctively knows how to kill anything.
Primordial Regeneration (EX+) – Instantly recovers from any injury.
Absolute Reflexes (EX+) – Reacts to any attack before it happens.
Void Step (EX+) – Moves through space instantaneously.
Demonic Domination (EX+) – Instills absolute fear in lesser beings.
Ability Skills:
Absolute Authority (EX+) – All demons instinctively recognize him as their superior.
Void Walker (EX+) – Can travel across dimensions at will.
Reality Distortion (EX+) – His presence alone bends the rules of the world.
Annihilation Aura (EX+) – Anything weaker than him ceases to exist upon contact.
Chrono Dominion (EX+) – Controls time in localized areas.
Abyssal Dominion (EX+) – Commands the very essence of darkness.
Magic Skills:
Primordial Flames (EX+) – Fire that burns even the souls of gods.
Chrono Annihilation (EX+) – Can erase moments from time itself.
Eternal Shadow Binding (EX+) – Immobilizes targets using their own shadow.
Celestial Absorption (EX+) – Absorbs divine attacks and converts them into energy.
Abyssal Devour (EX+) – Absorbs weaker beings and their powers permanently.
Demon God's Wrath (EX+) – Summons a catastrophic wave of destruction.
Unique Skills:
Omniscient Mind (EX+) – Instantly understands any magic, technique, or attack used against him.
Godslayer's Will (EX+) – Automatically strengthens when facing divine beings.
Unchained Fate (EX+) – Immune to all destiny-altering abilities.
Abyss Manifestation (EX+) – Can manifest pure abyssal energy to reshape reality.
Limitless Evolution (EX+) – Grows infinitely stronger without restriction.
Weapons:
Hellforged Blade – "Oblivion's Fang" – A sword that devours existence itself.
Abyss Crown – "Eternal Sovereign" – Grants dominion over all demonic forces.
Items:
Crown of the Abyss – An artifact of forgotten demon kings.
Soulbound Grimoire – A book containing lost magic only he can read.
Celestial Fang Amulet – A relic from a forgotten god, enhancing all abilities tenfold.
Raviel burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the chamber. The sheer absurdity of his stats, his skills, his overwhelming power—it was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
"This is ridiculous!" he grinned. "I'm not just some reincarnated guy… I'm a walking cataclysm!"
He flexed his fingers, feeling the infinite energy coursing through his body. His stats weren't just high—they broke the system itself.
"So this is what it means to be a demon prince, huh?" he mused, his crimson-gold eyes gleaming. "No… this is beyond that. I'm not just a prince. I'm something greater."
With a smirk, he dismissed the status screen with a flick of his hand.
"Let's see how the world reacts to this."
he looked at his family and The Royal Court and Demon Nobles and he smiled
(Leaning forward on his throne, voice calm but powerful.)he said "Is that so?"
(His red eyes glow slightly.) he said "You defeat me. You prove you are beyond kings… and then you refuse the crown?"
(Stands, his massive presence filling the room.) he said "Foolish… or brilliant?" (Chuckles, then shakes his head.)
After reading his status, Raviel Drakonis looked at his family, the Royal Court, and the gathered Demon Nobles. A smirk played across his lips. He had proven his dominance. He had demonstrated his power. And now, it was time for his next move.
"I have no interest in sitting on a throne like some caged beast," he declared, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "I'll carve my own legend."
Instead of immediately claiming the Demon King's position, he rejected the throne outright.
Silence filled the chamber.
Demon King Azrael – His Father
Azrael smirked slightly, arms crossed, watching his son with sharp eyes. He had already prepared for this answer. Slowly, he nodded, as if testing his son's resolve.
Queen Lilith – His Mother
Her crimson eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she reached for him instinctively, emotions swirling—pride, concern… and something else.
"Leaving? Just like that?" Her voice was softer than usual, almost pleading. She paused, then sighed, shaking her head. "Do you not understand what this means?"
Then, after a deep breath, she regained her composure.
"Hmph. Of course you do." A small, knowing smile appeared on her lips.
She tried to stop him—at first. But she quickly realized there was no changing his mind. Instead, she stood tall, watching him go, though her fingers trembled slightly.
Final Thought: "You are beyond any throne. But even kings need a home to return to."
First Prince Bael – Eldest Brother
Bael's eyes narrowed, fists clenching in disbelief. Veins pulsed on his forehead as he struggled to contain his anger.
"You reject the throne? After humiliating me?!" He stepped forward aggressively, aura flaring. "Are you playing with us, little brother? Do you think this is a joke?!"
His rage boiled over. "If you won't take the throne, then I will! And the first thing I'll do is crush you!"
He attempted to challenge him once more—but stopped when he realized Raviel was already ignoring him.
With a growl of frustration, he stormed out of the throne room, consumed by jealousy and fury.
Final Thought: "You think you can walk away from this? I won't let you."
First Princess Selene – Eldest Sister
Selene watched in silence, a small smirk forming on her lips, as if she expected this outcome all along. Arms crossed, she nodded slightly.
"Hmph. How predictable." Her voice was low, but approving. She glanced at the others. "Did you really think he would sit on a throne like some common ruler?"
She stepped closer, whispering so only Raviel could hear.
"You were never meant to be king. You were meant to be a legend."
She didn't stop him. Instead, she slipped into the shadows, ensuring that no one dared attempt an assassination as he left.
Final Thought: "I will watch you from the darkness… and eliminate those who stand in your way."
Second Prince Belphegor – Older Brother
Belphegor paused mid-thought, adjusting his glasses. He wasn't surprised—if anything, he seemed intrigued.
"Rejecting the throne, are you?" He murmured, shaking his head with amusement. "A fascinating decision. One worth studying."
Leaning back, he waved dismissively. "Go, then. But do visit… I have many experiments I need you for."
He immediately started recording the event in a magical tome and began sending spies to track his brother's progress.
Final Thought: "I wonder… just how far will he go?"
Second Princess Lilithia – Older Sister
Lilithia laughed loudly, hands on her hips. She wasn't angry—she was entertained.
"Hah! That's my little brother!" She grinned, cracking her knuckles. "Who cares about a throne?! The battlefield is where real rulers are made!"
She stepped forward, grabbing his shoulder. "Fine, go. But if you ever need a fight, you know where to find me."
She let him go without resistance but sent some of her knights to "watch over" him—not that he needed it.
Final Thought: "Let's see how strong you really become, little brother."
Third Prince Asmodeus – Older Brother
Asmodeus sipped his wine, completely unbothered, a knowing smile playing at his lips. He chuckled softly, watching the drama unfold.
"And so, the game begins."
Swirling his glass, he mused, "Rejecting the throne… What a brilliant move."
He glanced at the nobles, already thinking about how to turn this into a political advantage.
Final Thought: "A man with no throne is a man with no chains."
With the reactions of his family behind him, Raviel turned toward the grand doors leading out of the throne room. He could feel the eyes of the entire court, of the nobles, of the kingdom itself upon him.
But he didn't hesitate.
As he walked, his voice carried through the silent hall one last time.
"I won't be bound by titles or traditions. The world is vast… and I will carve my own legend."
And with that, he stepped forward—toward the unknown, toward destiny.
To be continued…