DxD: Scion of Lucifuge

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A wave of death washed over the original soul, making her tremble.

"Wait..."

At the critical moment, the original soul finally faltered. She couldn't die here. She still had to avenge herself.

The Fourth Progenitor was nothing more than a tool created by the other three Primogenitors to combat the forces of Cain.

Even with her immense power, she was still just a tool to be used and discarded.

The original soul wouldn't forget this humiliation.

Roy, seeing her hesitation, smirked.

"Accept the power of the Evil Piece," he said, offering her a chess piece.

The original soul's expression flickered as she looked at the Evil Piece.

She knew that once she accepted it, she would lose her freedom and become Roy's servant forever.

But she had no choice now.

However, at the last moment—the original soul retreated, and Avrora regained control of her body.

Roy raised an eyebrow. Did the original soul think that having Avrora take the Evil Piece wouldn't affect her?

How naive.

Avrora, back in control—looked at Roy with fear.

She was just a naive and timid child.

Seeing that he wasn't saying anything, she reached out and grabbed the Evil Piece.

The Evil Piece merged with her body.

A bright light enveloped her, and the Devil transformation ritual began.

The original soul tried to resist, but it was futile.

The Devil contract etched Roy's mark onto both their souls.

——

After a while, the ritual was complete.

"Master..." Avrora mumbled shyly, opening her eyes.

Roy chuckled.

Avrora, now a Devil—had reached Super Devil level and retained her familiars.

Even the weakness of vampires, the thirst for blood—was gone.

She was now flawless—even stronger than before.

The original soul within her was frustrated. She hadn't expected to be bound by the contract even after retreating.

But this power would be enough for her revenge.

And if she could regain control of all her familiars, she could become even stronger.

"Good girl." Roy patted Avrora's head gently.

——

Meanwhile—a group of people arrived outside the underground mausoleum.

It was Nagisa Akatsuki, Kojou Akatsuki, and their father, Gajou Akatsuki, along with a team of archaeologists.

After much effort, they had finally managed to open the entrance to the mausoleum.

"It's open! Wonderful!" a woman with blonde hair exclaimed.

This was Liana Caruana—a noblewoman and the one who had funded this expedition.

She was also supposed to be the next head of the Caruana family.

The group eagerly entered the mausoleum.

They arrived just in time to see Roy patting Avrora's head.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, Liana's eyes widened in shock as she recognized Avrora.

The twelve candidates for the Fourth Progenitor all looked identical, so she instantly knew who this girl was.

This was the twelfth candidate—Avrora Florestina.

After a moment of shock, Liana knelt and bowed her head. "Liana Caruana of the Caruana family greets the Fourth Progenitor."

Roy looked at the group with amusement. He recognized them all.

There was the Akatsuki family—of course.

And Liana Caruana was the girl who had sacrificed herself to protect Kojou and Nagisa from the Black Death Emperor Front in the original story.

"Master, is she talking to me?" Avrora asked Roy, pointing at Liana.

Everyone was stunned again.

They had heard correctly, hadn't they?

The Fourth Progenitor had called someone "Master."

And then they noticed the man standing beside her.

Who was this man? Why was the Fourth Progenitor calling him "Master"?

They were confused. They had never heard of the Fourth Progenitor having a Master.

"Of course she is," Roy replied, continuing to stroke Avrora's head.

Avrora purred like a cat, enjoying his touch.

Liana and the others couldn't believe their eyes. If it weren't for the familiar magic power, they would have thought this was a fake Fourth Progenitor.

"Um... sir, may I ask who you are?" Liana asked cautiously.

"Heh, me? Just a passing Demon Lord," Roy replied with a shrug.

"Demon Lord?!"

They exchanged confused glances. They weren't familiar with Demon Lords.

After all, this was a world ruled by Primogenitors.

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"Demon Lord? That's hilarious! Hahaha!" A boisterous laughter echoed through the mausoleum.

A figure emerged from the shadows.

It was a werewolf with a muscular build.

Liana, seeing him, scoffed. "Golan Hazaroff, you have the nerve to show your face here!"

Golan, hearing her words, sneered. "Liana Caruana, the fallen noble, defeated by a trashy vampire without even a familiar—has the nerve to beg for mercy before the Fourth Progenitor?"

"Damn you..." Liana growled, her face flushed with anger.

Golan had exposed her failures.

She had spent all her family's fortune and taken a huge risk to awaken the Fourth Progenitor.

If her plan failed, her family would be ruined.

She didn't waste any more words and summoned her two wolf familiars.

She sent them towards Golan.

But Golan simply laughed.

"I'm not interested in playing with trash like you."

He grabbed the two wolves and effortlessly snapped their necks.

They vanished with a whimper.

Although familiars wouldn't truly die—Liana still suffered a backlash from their destruction.

She cried out in pain and fell to her knees.

"This is impossible!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

Her familiars had been defeated so easily?

Golan ignored her and turned his attention to Roy, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

"Before I kill the Fourth Progenitor, I'll deal with you—the so-called 'Demon Lord'," he declared.

He strode towards Roy.

Roy, hearing his arrogant words—couldn't help but laugh. This was the first time someone had dared to speak to him like that.

Suddenly, Golan's legs froze.

He looked down and saw that his feet were covered in ice.

He couldn't feel his legs anymore. His face paled.

"..." Liana gasped.

"Damn it..." Fear gripped Golan's heart, and he tried to escape with his magic. But his body was already frozen solid.

He could only watch helplessly as the ice spread up his legs, reaching his knees, his waist...

The ice continued to spread, eventually reaching his head.

His face contorted in fear as he was completely encased in ice.

Roy smirked and snapped his fingers.

Shatter!

Golan's frozen body instantly exploded into icy dust.

A chill filled the air, and Gajou, Kojou, and Liana couldn't help but shiver.

Although there had been no violent struggle, the sight of someone being effortlessly erased from existence was terrifying.

Was this the power of a Demon Lord? He was indeed stronger than the Fourth Progenitor. No wonder she called him "Master."

Liana looked at Roy with a newfound respect.

Just then—a spatial distortion appeared, and a petite girl dressed in a black gothic lolita dress and holding a parasol materialized before them.

It was Natsuki Minamiya—the "Witch of the Void."

"Golan Hazaroff, it ends here. Your crimes have been exposed... Eh?" She looked around, confused.

She had sensed Golan's magic here, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Golan is dead," Roy suddenly said.

Natsuki turned to Avrora and gasped. It was the Fourth Progenitor! She had awakened!

Roy sighed inwardly. He had been completely ignored again.

He suddenly appeared before Natsuki, pinched her cheek playfully, then returned to his spot.

If you weren't paying attention—you would have missed it.

But...

"Aah!" Natsuki yelped in surprise.

She glared at Roy. Others might not have noticed—but she had definitely seen what he did.

That man had just molested her!

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