Guild Wars

His skin tone was slightly pale while his face was masculine in a Caucasian style, being well-structured with thin lips and an average-sized nose. He wore a grayish-black polymer devil suit, similar to what Loki himself wore and what Zaine also adopted nowadays.

Seeing his wife, Mephisto\'s eyes lit up with strong hints of possessiveness and adoration. When his eyes fell on his favorite grandson, the light brightened further as he felt fondness and paternal love flowing through him.

He walked briskly to the dais to sit on his throne but was suddenly stopped by Loki himself, who jumped out of Crysta\'s soft and fragrant embrace. This caused Mephisto to pause and raise an eyebrow, wondering what was going on.

Loki smiled arrogantly and folded his arms. "Gramps, you look tired. I can smell the fatigue and weakness in your bones, and I have decided that you are no longer fit to lead the Devil Race. Quickly hand over the throne to me so that I can take our race to the skies!"

Crysta covered her mouth in surprise while Mephisto was stunned, then furious! Read new chapters at m_v-l\'e|-NovelBin.net

"You… how dare you, Loki?! Are you trying to usurp my throne?!" He roared at the lad, who only picked his ear in annoyance.

"Stop shouting, grandpa, you\'re old and decrepit! Besides, it\'s not usurping; it\'s simply an early succession that was going to happen anyway." Loki argued casually, not taking his grandpa\'s fury to heart at all.

Old and decrepit… Mephisto felt blood rush to his throat and was almost about to cough it out. The handsome him, who could still charm a thousand succubi, was now old and decrepit in the words of his beloved grandson?

"Hurry up, grandpa, I don\'t have all day. I have new policies to implement and many things to say to my future subjects!" Loki said as he walked over and began pushing his grandfather toward the throne.

Despite having the strength to level continents and cause countless beings to perish, Mephisto still allowed himself to be dragged forward by his grandson, his expression extremely conflicted. Loki was right; the throne had always been his; that was something Mephisto had decided since the day he was born.

However, it was still too early. He wanted to still use his present power to carve out more territory for Loki and make sure that the Devil race he handed over was in its best possible state so that the fellow would have more capital to work with.

If Loki took over now, not to say whether he had the qualities of leadership, would he be able to continue the work Mephisto was doing now?

Crysta watched the scene and chuckled softly. She rose to her feet for the first time, displaying her rather impressive height that was at the level of Zaine, bearing 6 feet. She then walked over to her husband and grandson, gently prying the two apart and holding each of their hands.

"Dear, it\'s time for you to rest. You have worked so hard for so long; I want to spend the rest of my life in your embrace day to day." Crysta stated to Mephisto softly, her love evident in her tone.

Mephisto\'s conflicted expression softened and was replaced by firmness. He nodded to Crysta and sighed. "Then so it shall be. I too wish to be able to stay with my lovely wife at all times, but duty binds me to work."

Mephisto then glanced at Loki neutrally, his doting gone. "Now all of it will fall on your shoulders, Loki Morningstar. Are you ready? If not, you can still walk away now and come back in a few years."

Loki sucked in a deep breath and nodded. "I\'m ready."

Crysta smiled and then gently rubbed Loki\'s palm. "Don\'t worry; your grandpa and I will be here for you no matter what. You can also rely on your mom and your uncles for anything."

With Crysta reassuring him, Loki felt much lighter. Both men began to appreciate even more the power of Crysta, as she acted as a binding agent that allowed the kinks to be smoothed out and their hearts to be linked.

"Alright then, the succession ceremony will be held tomorrow. Charles!" Mephisto decided on the spot, beckoning to his butler.

"Inform the entirety of our people within the 72 devil cities that Loki, my grandson, will be crowned king tomorrow at noon. All lords, dignitaries, and devils of acclaim are to be present!" Mephisto ordered the Butler with a cold face, causing Charles to bow and then slide into the darkness in an eerie manner.

"Hmm, now that this is sorted out, why don\'t you tell us of your recent campaigns at the frontier?" Crysta offered, leading the duo back.

Mephisto sat in his throne while Loki comfortably crawled into the plentiful bosom of Crysta. While talking about his endeavors with a large boast, Crysta often exclaimed in surprise and awe, making Mephisto happy.

Loki often rolled his eyes and revealed some feats of his father that were superior, causing Mephisto to feel stifled, almost coughing blood many times.

In the end, the day came to pass, and it was time for the coronation.

As Mephisto demanded, the various Devil Lords from all the cities—who were basically the mayors or city lords—had come with some of their notable subordinates and dignitaries within their zones. Apart from them, all royal devils were in attendance.

The venue was full, and everyone was led to their seats by scantily clad succubi who also passed around refreshments for everyone. There was some low chatter before the event started as everyone caught up with each other on their various developments while speculating about the future of their race.

"Make way, I have come!" A thunderous voice resounded as a light barged into the ceremony and landed on the main stage, where the direct family of Mephisto was supposed to reside.

The lights split into different streams, revealing the figures of the five most notorious fellows in the entire Devil Realm at the moment.

The first was a light-skinned and charming man who was as handsome as Mephisto, also with a burly build that was covered in devil armor that looked like futuristic Kevlar. His blonde hair was wavy, and his blue eyes shone with fierceness.

The second was a huge and obese fellow who could likely turn a human adult into a pancake if he lay on them. He wore a benevolent smile and had pudgy features that were highlighted by his blonde hair, which was like a sweaty mop placed atop his head.

The third was a slim and effeminate male who was definitely a trap among all traps, with beauty on par with Crysta but wearing male clothes and having an Adam\'s apple that was distinctive. He flung his long blonde hair to the side with a feminine gesture.

The fourth was a sleazy fellow who stood there in a lazy posture, his dead fish eyes radiating a light of greed, as if all he thought about was how to relieve you of your possessions. Half his face was covered, but his curly blonde hair and teeth were surprisingly pristine white as he grinned widely.

The fifth was a dark-skinned lad who was the shortest of the lot but had the most violent and rebellious air around him, his eyes speaking of endless cruelty and malice. His hair was pitch black like his cheeks, and he seemed to be angry just being here.

The faces of all devils in attendance changed greatly, even those of the royal family. These five were the most feared beings in the realm, even more than Mephisto, who was incidentally their father.

That\'s right; these five were the sons of Mephisto and older brothers of Zaine, Chel, and Bria!

The firstborn, who inherited the devil trait of war like Mephisto, was Luciano, known for his blockheaded nature and low social EQ. He had offended half the devil realm and beyond with his lack of tactfulness and ability to understand social cues, resorting to using his fists and rough words to solve issues.

The second born, who inherited the devil trait of gluttony, was Belbo, who loved to devour all kinds of delicacies and had the tongue of a food critic of the highest order. Satisfy his craving, and you get to live; but if your food was off the mark, be prepared to be crushed to death!

The third born, who inherited the devil trait of lust, was Asmo, a hermaphrodite who had both sexual organs. He was both incubus and succubus, able to fit the role of whatever you needed with a slight shift of his devil power, making the other set of organs disappear. He was mostly effeminate because more men pounced on him than women.

The fourth child, who was the inheritor of the devil trait of greed, was called Aslan, a broker devil who broke the rules by making severely unfair trades. He was able to even directly rob and swindle his targets, causing devil and non-devil alike to tremble when he was around.

The fifth and final child was a familiar face, the one who started Draco\'s path to greatness: Ratchet. Unlike the version the tower dug up as his enemy, the real Ratchet did not care much about Draco and saw him as a member of the family rather than an enemy. However, he was most known for his violent and murderous nature, inheriting the devil aspect of malice.

If Draco liked hurting people for the lulz, Ratchet did it because he was his reason for existence.

"Old man Mephisto, roll out here for us five!!" Luciano roared with no hint of respect in his voice, causing the watching devils to tremble and lower their heads.

Mephisto, who was sitting in the seat of honor and overlooking the event, had his face darken. He was fond of his exemplary five lads, but their only problem was that they always refused to give him face, unlike his grandson Loki, who was mostly tactful.

Well, until yesterday.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

Before Mephisto could even speak, the sky darkened as thunderclouds formed. Everyone looked up with shock and horror to see white lightning snaking through the thunderclouds, their very presence causing everyone to feel suppressed.

"What? The fabled White Lightning, Heavenly Punishment Lightning?!" Crysta muttered with shock, her eyes turning to the one who cried out with a complex gaze.

For there stood Zaine, looking sexy as usual as she had dressed up for her beloved son\'s coronation ceremony. However, her bastard older brothers dared to cause trouble here, which was unforgivable!

The five fellows who were previously wearing arrogant and lofty expressions were now shuddering with fear, shaking in their boots as they dared not even flee since the white lightning had locked onto them.

Zaine was about to unleash it down upon them when the five fellows shamelessly howled and fell to their knees, crying out in pain.

"Sis, wait, how can you do this?!"

"Zaine, I was the one who bought you presents when you were young; is this how you repay me?"

"Help, Papa, Zaine is beating me!!"

"Arghh, my leg!! Zaine has killed me!"

"No, Mama, help! Mama, help!!"

Loki and all the other devils were left speechless. They couldn\'t even be angry because this was typical devil behavior: bully the weak till they cried but fear the strong and admit defeat immediately.

Of course, this wouldn\'t work on Zaine, who was used to Draco, whose shamelessness was on a whole different tier. With red eyes, she waved a hand down, bringing the thunderous lightning down on her beloved brothers cruelly.