Many rocks lay beneath the cliff, the afternoon sun scorched as a man dressed in a black coat that fluttered in the wind along with his long blonde hair, stood atop the the cliff edge and observed an evergreen forest with a small smile on his sinister face.

He blinked his dark brown eyes as he looked over to the pike in his right hand.

"Take a good look, brother Raziel, the world that worships my name." Lucifer lifts his head up higher, to face Raziel's decapitated head impaled on the pike.

"What a shame you couldn't live long enough to see the final destiny of this world..." Lucifer says solemnly before stabbing the bottom of the pike into the ground and turning around to leave.

He takes a mere step forward before he apears in a completely different area, close to the entrance of the cave. He snaps his fingers and the entrance of the cave crumbles as if space itself compressed the sides of it.

He continues to walk a few hundred meters through the forest before he stops, "i see... What an unfortunate end you had met... Mammon..." He sighs and continues walking forward, teleporting every now and then as he finally reaches the Diamond palace.

He slowly walks through the gates of the magnificent garden surrounding the palace before he enters to palace itselt, he walks through the azure hallways before eventually settling in a room.

Within the room waited the Ten Principles of Peace, all apart from two, that is.

"What did you summon us for again, Lord Lucifer?" The Principle of Control looks annoyed as she is now dressed in a fancy suit, although her attire still apears casual, like she didn't think much of what she wished to wear.

"I must ask you to calm down, Lord Buer, i have news of great importance to share with the rest of you." He looks forward, "Lord Mammon is no longer with us, he had been defeated in combat."

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The whole room goes quiet before it abrupts into murmurs and quiet whispers. "Yet we haven't the time to mourn as our plans have reached a new stage, we might need to dispatch "Leviathan" sooner that expected..." Lucifer says coldly, "let the next steps begin..."

Meanwhile, at the same time, Qiang, Helena and Johan are standing before the mansion while they contemplate whether to enter in or stay out until they eventually decide to knock on the door.

After three distinct knocks, an old man opens the door, "and who might you be...?" The man questions, raising one eyebrow.

Helena steps forwards nervously, "um... Hi... We're here for business..." She says quietly, her words barely audible.

"I see..." The man strokes his long gray beard, "well then... We can discuss things further inside. Come on in." He gestures for them to come in before he closes the door behind him.

The all walk in, going into a room who's only source of light is the sun shining brightly through the window as they sit down by a rectagular table.

"What did you wish to talk about..?" The man asks with a slight smile on his face.

"Well... We have a friend we wish to revive... And we heard you're a man who could do so..." Helena seems to have calmed down a little.

"I see... Then how about we discuss the matter of payment first, shall we?" The man suggests, his smile deepening.

"Um... Well about that... We can't pay right now..." Helena sounds nervous again.

"Then i'm afraid i cannot offer you my services." The man's smile dissapears.

"But..."

"No buts. I simply cannot do something like this for free. Resurection spells cost a lot of manna and i am not about to waste it!"

"I promise we will pay later!"

"My business doesn't run on promises alone." He says firmly again.

"Do you happen to know a certain "Rey Evangale"?" Johan says as he leans on the table.

"Yes... Did he send you...?"

"No, but he will pay for us."

He sighs "I see... He told me the same thing... You must be the kids he was talking about..." He stands up, "Let us go then..."

He walks off with them in tow as they reach the basement of the mansion, a summoner's sircle drawn on the floor, "you may offer anything material or immaterial of the dead's belongings." The man says, everybody looks over at Johan.

"I offer... The memories Ezra has shared with me through a bond..." He says with a nod and the man nods as well.

The man then cuts his finger slightly with a small knife, the drop of blood falling into the centre of the sircle, the blood glows as it falls and from it emerges the body of a tan-skinned boy with blond hair.

He stands on his feet and his eyes open slowly as he looks around the room and then at Johan before stretching, "i didn't sleep too long, did i?"

TO BE CONTINUED...