Yes, I am the devil.

I live in the abyss of hell. To be precise, I am the ruler of the seventeenth layer of hell. In this dark and dark area, I am invincible.

My duty is to supervise and purify those fallen souls.

They were once pure and flawless, but they were stained with "sin" in the world.

My mission is to wield the whip given by Hades to wash away their "sins".

Although they hate it, only in this way can they get a chance to reincarnate.

I am not evil, nor do I know what evil is.

Darkness is my refuge. I hate light and hate all so-called "beauty". Even the word "beauty" itself makes me feel uncomfortable.

I enjoy the fear of others, love passion, anger, violence and hatred, but what I love most is power.

Hades once said: "Darkness contains supreme power."

Although he is a chattering fool, this sentence makes me look at him with new eyes.

My body is surrounded by blazing flames.

I have no idea what color my skin is, maybe it's red.

I know very few colors, and hell doesn't have many colors either, except for the red lava and the black rocks, so it's enough to recognize these two colors.

I have a pair of winding and thick horns on my head, which is quite similar to some animals in the human world.

But the difference is that in the human world, those animals are enslaved and slaughtered, while here, people’s sinful souls will be tortured and abused by me, the devil with horns on my head.

This is retribution.

The old guy Hades always says: "We are saving and reshaping these fallen souls, which is a solemn and sacred mission."

Bullshit!

We demon kings don't care about "solemnity and holiness", as long as we are happy, no matter what the bullshit means!

Hades is an "old liar"

This is a well-known secret in hell.

He has many nicknames. Some call him "Hades", some call him "reaper with sickle", some respect him as "Lord Lucifer", and some even call him "Lord Hades".

But we don't care about these. We call him "Old Liar" in private, because he is indeed a liar.

"Old Liar" is annoying.

He is short and fat, pale, squinting all day, pretending to be a kind old man.

In fact, we all know that it is just his disguise.

The guys in hell are afraid of "Old Liar", of course, except me.

But I can only give in to him, after all, he is the boss here.

And I am a very sensible demon king, which is a well-known fact in hell.

I hold a long whip in my hand, which was given to me by "Old Liar".

This is a treasure, a tool for my survival.

I will rely on it to complete the work and purify the "sins" stained by those souls.

The "old liar" said that these souls came to hell because of the "sins" they committed in the human world.

He said that the world is like a mirror, how you treat it is how it will treat you.

However, many souls who came here sneered at what the old liar said, so they acted recklessly in the human world, bringing endless pain to others, and these pains were their "sins".

My job is to completely cleanse their "sins" and then let them reenter the cycle of reincarnation.

Year after year, I repeat the same job, and I love this job.

But over time, I also long to go to the ground to get some fresh air.

But I always warn myself not to have such thoughts, otherwise I will lose this job.

You know, I am the devil king of the seventeenth layer of hell. I don't know how many people are coveting this position, and Drew is one of them.

Drew is the devil king of the sixteenth layer, and he has been eyeing my position for a long time.

He has fought with me for many years, but he has never defeated me and has always been defeated by me.

We hate each other. If one wants to live a more comfortable life, he must step on the other.

Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.

The "old liar" once warned me not to care too much about him, and said that as long as I work hard, I will have a bright future.

But I am already a great devil king, what future can I have?

Does he want me to take his place as Hades? I won't do that.

Pluto is so busy all day that he has no time to enjoy life.

I can't do this kind of job without leisure.

Everyone in hell knows that I am a demon who knows how to enjoy life. Of course, my life is my job.

I repeat, I really like this job.

However, I have been uneasy in recent days, and I always feel that something bad is about to happen.

It was not until the "old liar" suddenly appeared in front of me that I suddenly realized that it was because of 'him' coming.

At that time, I was busy all day and was about to go to the magma lake to take a good bath.

Pluto appeared in front of me like a string of magma bubbles emerging from the magma lake, "gurgling" and gradually transformed into a human form.

"You look well, "Little Seventeen". Did you miss me when I was gone?"

（The origin of this name is that I am the devil king of the seventeenth level of hell, so Hades calls me "Little Seventeen"）

The "old liar" smiled, and deep wrinkles appeared on his fat white face, and the wrinkles flashed red light, like a scar that could not be healed.

I am a dignified big devil, but in his mouth I became "Little Seventeen".

Every time this "old liar" appears, my bad impression of him will be refreshed.

"Sorry, I haven't had time to think about it." I replied.

I lowered my head, not hiding my unhappiness and disgust, and locked my eyes on the fire above his head.

He was short and didn't reach my chest, so he had to look up at me when he talked to me. This was the only thing that made me feel happy when we talked.

The "old liar" was silent after hearing this disrespectful remark.

He stared at me motionlessly.

I also looked at him silently with the corner of my eyes.

After a long time, the wrinkles on his face gradually stretched out, and slowly outlined a few bright red curves on his face. He actually smiled.

At that moment, my heart tightened.

Yes, I have to admit that although I pretended to be indifferent, I was still a little afraid of him in my bones.

It was an inexplicable, natural fear.

His laughter made my anger pale and powerless, and my previous pride and confidence disappeared in front of him.

I even felt that I was like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of him, and I didn’t know why.

"You already knew that I like you." He laughed and gently pushed my chest, but his fat body undulated like waves. "You are a smart guy, you are the smartest here. But you can never guess what I like most about you?"

"Huh?" I turned my head and looked at him, curious about what he would say next.

"What I like most is... that is, every time at this time you can always hold back; but I always can't help, the first to laugh out loud, hahahaha... I really admire you." The "old liar" laughed.

I felt dizzy and seemed to collapse to the ground.

It felt like I was a ball of molten magma.

No, to be more precise, it was like a puddle of mud.

It collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, and then slowly flowed along the cracks in the ground to the center of the earth.

At this time, the "old liar" restrained himself a little, and he asked me: "Honestly, how have you been doing during this period?"

"Until just now, it was pretty good." I told the truth.

He glanced at me and didn't continue the topic, "I know you work hard, but you can't be too tired. We will never finish this work, just do it slowly." As he said, he tiptoed and patted my shoulder.

"I really want to beat him up." I muttered to myself.

"Unless you don't plan to work here anymore." Another thought of mine immediately answered.

I thought about it for a while, and then resolutely gave up this idea.

When I came to my senses, the "old liar" had already complained loudly in front of me.

He lamented that people’s hearts were no longer the same as they used to be, and that he had more and more work to do.

He said that the earth’s crust was getting thinner and thinner, and that human drills were becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

He mentioned a new game released by humans, complaining that the attack power of his character in the game was set too low by shameless humans, which was not in line with his status.

In short, he kept talking in front of me.

I looked at his big mouth that was talking non-stop, and didn’t listen carefully to what he was saying. All I could think about was whether I could stuff my fist into his mouth.

The “old liar” was talking nonsense in front of me, and I was silent, staring at his mouth with wide eyes.

Gradually, the “old liar” finally had nothing to say.

He spoke slower and slower at first, then began to look around and talk, and finally, he really had nothing to say, so he just stared at me.

At this time, I blinked and forced a smile.

Although I didn't smile well and didn't say anything, I think he should understand what I meant: "Old man, are you done? If you are, get out of here."

But the "old liar" didn't seem to have had enough. He held his cheek and rolled his eyelids as if he was looking for a topic.

"Oh, no," I said to myself, "Please, don't say it again."

Maybe I was lucky.

The old man thought for a while and didn't seem to find any interesting topics. He turned around and left slowly.

He was finally leaving! He was finally leaving! I was secretly happy in my heart, happier than when I first became the devil.

But the “old liar” stopped after taking two steps, turned around and said to me: “I suddenly remembered something big, something very serious.”

Oh my God! I want to cry but I have no tears. Why did you remember it now? Why didn't you say it before!

Seeing my undisguised displeasure, he put away his smile and whispered to me: "Just a few words, I'll leave after that."

When the "old liar" put away his smile, the fiery red light in the cave dimmed instantly.

A piercing coldness hit me and quickly invaded my whole body.

This guy changed in an instant, and in the blink of an eye he turned from a pile of "fat" into the awe-inspiring Lord Hades.

"What's the matter?" He spoke in a low voice, so I could only respond in a low voice.

I felt that it was better for me to be humble at this moment.

Everyone in hell knows that I am a demon king who knows how to measure.

I bent down and looked around vigilantly, and there was no one around.

In fact, there will be absolutely no one around us!

The low-level demons under my command had already avoided me when they saw me, and no one dared to run nearby to eavesdrop on my conversation with Hades.

"I have a hunch." He said in a low voice, and then he looked around like me.

"Good or bad?" I lowered my head, bent over and listened attentively.

"I don't know, but it's about you." Hades' eyes flickered and his voice was almost inaudible.

I was a little nervous and asked quickly: "Is it about me? What exactly?"

"That's for the future," Hades said.

"What exactly is going to happen in the future?" I asked puzzled.

"Yes. Something that will happen to you in the future." Hades said.

"What exactly is it?" I couldn't wait to move forward, and the flames on my head seemed to roast the oil in his body.

"You will..." I saw his lips moving, but I couldn't hear any sound.

"What did you say? I can't hear clearly." I turned my head sideways and put my ear to him, concentrating on trying to hear what he was saying.

"..." He said again.

"What's the matter? I still can't hear clearly! Speak louder!" I said anxiously.

"Your ears will hurt!" He suddenly yelled into my ears, and the huge energy shook me away.

"Hahaha..." The "old liar" laughed so hard that he fell backwards, clenched his fists and shouted "Oh Yeah", and made a victory gesture.