Hello humans,

My name is Lucias.

You might be wonder who the fuck is this Lucias dude doing in Satan's bible of Hell.

Yes! I admit that it might not be appropriate time for me to make an appearance of myself however i can assure you that this is for the best.

What? You're not interested in hearing my story? Aww come on! It won't be boring I promise you, here. I warmed a cushion for you to seat on, I warmed it using the center of my heart as a sign of my sincerity and innocence. I can promise you a good time... Believe me.

Yes, I admit that I am sweet talking you right now, but  I also believe that you had already fallen pray for my story.

Thus, without further ado, let me start from the beginning.

My name is Lucias, I used to be one of the top Gods in the Olympian. I was known for my thirst of power, my evil spirit strength and my high level cultivation in the dark arts. I was even revered as the king of Hell by my peers. My eldest brother was a Head God who governs the other Gods. I had a little feud with my eldest brother thus he banished me to the underworld never to reappear in Olympian.

However, much to his dismay I pretty much like this place, hell. This place is quite good, well at first it was so hot that I need to at least take a shower every less than 6 to 7 hours. I rained myself with cold water so frequently that I think I can even beat Shizuka in competition of who took the most shower in a day, wait... she likes bath ain't she? Well nevermind.

But of course that is another different story.

My point is, my life in hell was a heartwarming story.

Let me start from the beginning.

My life first started as a normal human being. I was your ordinary mortal who roams about the material world looking for material happiness. It was until one day that I accidentally found an old Gospel and scrolls and what not about the cultivation, or rather a martial practice on becoming an Immortal.

Leaving everything aside, woman, money and other things which I am too lazy to mention. I started pursuing the road of immortality. Little did I know that practicing the Road of Imortality had actually expand my lifetime and I was able live longer than your normal human being.

At the age of 50 I became an Ark Martial Lord, at the Age of 100 I became a Sage and at the age of 130 I became a saint.

Never did I thought that a God would personally came to me and invite me to live in the Afterlife. As a Saint, my power is only one level below a God. I can live longer than a normal human being, however I was not at the point where I can call myself as Immortal.

Thus, I was given an offer by the "A God".

Live under his guidance and serve him for ten thousand years and reach the realm of God, or perish under his might.

As I was still a noob in terms of cultivation and whatsoever, I decided to follow him. That God was Zeus.

After ten thousand of years passed, I had finally reached the realm of God. However, my power was still very meager compared to most of the God in the After Realm. Thus I decided to voluntarily serve under Zeus in order to get even stronger.

In those days, I fought and fought every day. Against Gods who were trying to go against Zeus, I kept on fighting to the point my hands, my fingers smells of thick blood. Thousands of Gods fall under my hand, and each time they fall I absorbed their Divine Essence. I don't know when was the exact time, but by the time my hand turned into red crimson. I had already became an existence that is way above God.

I had became a Titan. However, I did not transformed into a Giant and have a normal Giant body like Titan do. What I had was my good old body with young appearance. Thus from that day on, I was regarded as Crimson Demon.

You got it right.

Why was I called as demon when I had become a God? That nickname was given to by the lots of Gods. I became a God by killing thousands of other god, by absorbing their Divine Essence I literally become some sort of divine existence. To put it bluntly, an existence that is comparable to a God, but way more powerful than a God.

If God were to be said as a Deity, I am no more than a divine power, to be exact; human who owns divine power. I don't have the 'Physical Body' of a God. But I do have their divine power which enhance my power both physically and spiritually to that level of a God, or maybe even more.

Okay, fuck this shit... I don't even know why the hell do I even bother explaining. The point is, I may be a God, but I'm not a Deity.

And while being a pseudo-God. I received a lot of orders from Zeus. I finished all the tasks that he had given to me. I done it all without no complaints or any questions. I was like a killing machine who only knows blood, who would bath in red crimson blood of the other  Gods and Saints.

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It was until the point where I reached the level where I only need to kill using words alone that Zeus had asked me to come into his domain, personally.

"Lucias, for all these thousands of years you have served me greatly. You have grown so much that even I, the Head God, The Lightning God, Zeus had been amazed by your prowess. Thus I have decided, there is no greater honor that I can grant to you other than being my brother, brother to the Head God, the God who stands above the others!"

Zeus had spouted that bullshit with pride and arrogance.

He knew it.

He knew that I am powerful than him. He knew that my power had long surpassed him, both spiritually and physically. Because of that, he decided to rope me in, by asking me to become his brother, I am literally dancing above his palm.

It was that time that I had suddenly remembered my life as a mortal.

When I was a mortal, I had always longed to be the most powerful being ever, stronger than the Martial Lords, stronger than saints and the Gods. I longed for immortality, the endless life of the strong.

But when I reached this level, my heart feels empty. I am strong, strong beyond logic of the Gods.

Having felt the pinnacle of life and immortality, I started to regret my decision. My decision of walking the path of Immortality.

After thousands of years, my heart had already turned bleak. Killing had turned me off, I had accepted thousands of challenges and millions of duels request in order to fill the empty gap inside my heart with the little excitement from batting against other Gods. However, not less than 1 century... Duel and challenges from the God had turned into a form of punishment and  execution for those who dared to court death by challenging me.

As I had become stronger and stronger by each battle.

It was until one day, when everything changed.

I was lying down on a hammock while swaying to the left and right following the flow of the wind, the scenery which was drawn before my eyes was the evening sky with clustering light.

"Immortality... I've never thought that once you deviated from the path of mortal you would feel this much of an emptiness..."

I couldn't help but let out a series of sigh as I stared at the evening sky.

Out of the sudden, I felt a light touch on my left shoulder. Three small claws was buried deep into my skin. However there was no blood or any scratch, as my divine body is immune to all sort of physical and spiritual damage. It was a hawk.

Attached at the end of the hawk left foot was a 'decree' from Zeus. It was saturated in gold ornament and written in purple ink, the symbolic of Zeus's grace and prowess.

I had received a mission. It was not like any other mission that I had received before. There were only 3 words.

KILL THAT SATAN!

That words alone showed how much urgent that matter was. Usually the 'order' from Zeus would starts from flowery words that depict his so-called greatness and might. However, I did not felt the same air of decree that was emmited at that moment.

Without further ado, I went onto my way. From Olympian to Hell.

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I have always imagned hell as one of a hell place.

Demons scattered almost everywhere, sinners are screaming in egony in their pond of sins that burns their afterworld flesh.

But no!

The hell that I was visitng was not like what I had always thought.

This hell, rather than calling it as a hell. It would be a lot more proper if I call it as one hell of a place.

There are indeed demons and devils scattering almost everywhere, as far as my eyes can see. It is indeed that the place is very hot, the temperature is absolutely at an abnormal rate.

However, it was exatly for different reason.

Hell was filled with buildings that I had never seen before. The desolate land of hell that I thought was filled with nothing but dead and barren land was actually so lively.

Well, to make it short. From that day my heart that I thought was long dead was revived and I pledge to follow the one who governs hell.

Satan.

What?

You think that my stroy is too briefed and need more details?

Sorry, but that information is a classified information.

CQCQ!