Chapter 2: I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 2

Satan returned Sam to the real world.

The flames had only been an illusion. The furniture and curtains were perfectly fine, as were the attendees. They looked at him as if he had just blown out the candles on the cake. They hadn't noticed anything. That entire conversation had taken place in an instant.

If he didn't already know he was in a world of magic, he would think he was going crazy. Given the circumstances, he didn't doubt it for a moment. He had no reason to, and more importantly, he didn't want to. It was an exceptionally attractive offer. He had already considered himself lucky to have been born into a noble family and not a commoner family where he would die of misery before forty, but this went a step further.

"It seems like just yesterday I was changing your diapers," said a girl as she hugged him from behind. Her name was Violet. For her, he might be her little brother. For Sam, she was simply a pretty young woman with a nice pair of breasts. So, well, she could hug him from behind as much as she wanted. That's all he was saying.

Violet kissed him on the forehead. He had only been in this world for three days, so he couldn't say if it was genuine affection, but in any case he would enjoy the side benefits while they lasted.

"Violet, don't start talking about those things at my party."

He turned to look at her. She was definitely a beautiful girl. She wore one of her old elegant and tight dresses. Corsets might be bad for health, but it certainly did a good job of accentuating her natural assets.

Too bad I'm eighteen, he thought. Too old to "innocently" touch her breasts and get away with it. Well, my time will come. He had a lot of time ahead, countless opportunities.

"Don't cling to him so much either," said Christina, one of his numerous little sisters. The Wrights were a large family. Christina grabbed Sam's right arm and pulled him away from Violet. "You never knew how to share, big sister."

Violet simply smiled.

It was nice to be adored by a pair of beauties. Christina wasn't as well-endowed as her sister, but it was hard not to notice her attractiveness. Juicy lips and beautiful brown hair that fell over her bare shoulders. It was impossible to think of them as family.

My arm is brushing against them, he thought with a smile. Tiny breasts had their appeal too. After all, anything beyond what could fit in his hand was excessive.

"You're clinging quite a bit too," said Rose, drinking wine from a crystal glass. The wine was so thick it almost looked like blood. That's right. Soon he would have to start a bloodshed.

Sam clicked his tongue. He would have to discuss the terms further with Satan. It wouldn't be a problem if he kept some prizes, right? There shouldn't be any problem.

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"I understood when he was little," Rose continued, "but you two still follow him around as if he were still an adorable baby. I really don't know what you see in him."

Rose was also a beauty. The Wright family, which would soon be significantly reduced in number, possessed good genes. Sam's body was also quite better than the one he had in his past life. He hadn't been ugly, but there was no comparison.

The most attractive thing about Rose, another of his older sisters, wasn't her gala dress, her sardonic tongue, or the fantastic behind that the dress could do little to hide.

It was her arrogance. The mere idea of subduing her excited him.

Well, he thought, all in due time.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rose asked.

Sam's smile widened.

"For nothing, dear sister. But what do you think I'm thinking?"

Rose said nothing. She looked away and continued drinking. Too bad, he had hoped she would give him a sardonic response as usual. He supposed she wouldn't dare say what she was really thinking in a room with so many people. There were conversations everywhere, too much noise. Probably no one would notice, but still Rose preferred to bite her tongue.

Yes. Sam was thinking that she had noticed how he looked at her, despite them being siblings. That she had been the only one to notice.

"Forget her and let's enjoy the party," Violet said.

"That's just what I was going to say."

All in due time. Little by little.

The party continued.

Although they didn't necessarily hate him, most of the attendees felt they were wasting their time. He didn't need memories of his new family to realize that. Even the adults barely made an effort to hide it. He supposed it was because it was mainly a children's party. There were also a few adults from outside the family, hoping to rub elbows and climb the social ladder, but not many.

He spent most of the time with Violet and Christina, but he also forced himself to play his part in all this. Not because he was interested in making a good impression. He remembered the life he wanted to forget and the life he should remember was nothing but a big void. Three days had not been nearly enough to make up for lost time. He had a lot of work to do.

Rubbing elbows himself. Fortunately, Violet and Christina made it easy for him. They introduced him to complete strangers and dropped the names he should already know into the conversation. Without knowing they were helping him, of course, but it was useful nonetheless.

At this rate, he wouldn't have to come up with some artificial excuse like having lost his memory. Given the nature of this world, they might have some spell under magic to fix amnesia, anyway. His lips curved into a smile. It had amused him, but it was a good point. Too many things could turn into careless mistakes.

It was like he was walking through a minefield.

In this primitive world, mines probably didn't exist, but some bastard could make him explode with their mind, which he didn't see as an improvement.

Well, dad told me I would burn, he thought. But that's not the point.

Sam continued working to catch up.

When his birthday party ended, Sam retired to his room with his head full of big dreams. It was something he was used to, but there was an important difference now. He could see a clear path. He had plans, not mere dreams. He didn't need to dream when he could force reality to be as he wanted.

A familiar face appeared in the flames of the fireplace.

Satan, who else could it be?

It wasn't exactly the fire of hell, or the cold that had accompanied it in that void, but apparently it was enough. Sam relaxed, sitting on the bed. He was smiling like a child. He had known this would happen from the beginning. He had given him clear instructions.

"Well, father? What will be my first target?"

I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 2: END