The candles flickered in the dimly lit room, producing an eerie glow. The shadows danced on the walls, creating a haunting atmosphere in the room.

In the center, a figure in a dark robe stood, and beneath them was a perfectly drawn pentagon-shaped circle of white chalk. To the right of them was a metal goblet with Hebrew writing on it, and to the left was a black dagger with a razor's edge that glittered in the candlelight. The figure sat on the floor and reached for the knife with their gloved hand, holding it tightly as they slowly drew it closer to their wrist. With a swift motion, the knife sliced through the figure's flesh, causing shimmering drops of blood to fall into the cup in a rhythmic pattern.

The figure began to chant the mantra to summon the devil.

"Hearken unto mine entreaty, oh mighty Satan."

The temperature in the room began to drop rapidly, and the figure felt as if they were standing outside in a blizzard, freezing and shaking in the cold. They began to huff and puff, their breath becoming visible.

"King Of Demons, Lord of the Infernal."

The blood in the chalice glowed a little, twisting before it was slowly drained. The Hebrew markings on the chalice projected their inscription, which began to circle around the woman at very high speeds.

"Maker Of The Original Sin."

Cracks began to appear on the chalice before it slowly broke into many pieces. Wails of pain and suffering echoed in the room.

"Father Of Lies."

The room began to shake, and the pentagon gave out a faint blue glow, providing an illuminating light. Shadowy figures draped in black torn clothing, with foggy faces and red eyes, emerged from it. They looked at her and gave out hideous distorted laughter, as if mocking her attempt.

"Bound By The Summoning, Come Forth And Grace Me With Thine Presence."

Then everything calmed down all of a sudden, as if nothing had happened. The room stopped shaking, the illuminating light died out, the entities vanished, the wails muted, the projection was gone, and the temperature became normal.

'What happened? Was the ritual successful or did it fail?'

The cloaked figure didn't know; she had done everything perfectly as it was written in the summoning book. There was only one way to find out. She got up and turned on the light, revealing herself to be a young woman of exquisite beauty, with hair the color of moonlight and pale skin. The woman's eyes scanned the room until they narrowed on a single figure standing in the center of the pentagon.

This figure was a man, a very handsome, captivating man.

'Is this man the infamous Devil?'

The man had eyes as dark as the night sky. His hair was long and unkempt, with two gorgeous, curving goat-like horns on his head. He was sporting rings on all of his fingers. His clothing was black and embroidered with purple and gold. Over his shoulder was a silver cape that looked like silver wings. He looked nothing like how one would imagine the Devil—small pointed horns, red skin, and a pointy trident—but those were nothing but attempts by men to conceptualize the Devil to their understanding. There was a possibility that the Devil didn't look like that, but like the one who was in front of her. Still, she had to confirm it.

"Are you the one they call Sa-Sa-Satan?"

The woman hoped that the man in front of her was Satan, not any other demon; otherwise, all her efforts would be in vain. It was written that among all the demons, only Satan was the one who truly kept to his word, as he considered not keeping it beneath him and a total disgrace, unless that fact turns out to be wrong.

The man's gaze was concentrated on her, sweeping the entire room from top to bottom. He remained silent for a while, as though he were considering something. Then, with a theatrical sneer on his lips and arms spread wide,

"Yes, I am Satan!"

The woman wiped a tear from her eyes; she was finally relieved. She had succeeded in summoning Satan to fulfill her desire, something that not even God was able to give her.

"Tell me, woman, who are you?"

The woman cleared her throat and introduced herself.

"My name is Elena Valentine Rosé."

"Elena, such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman like you."

Satan's voice was almost hypnotizing; she felt like her body was telling her to surrender to his command, but she shrugged that feeling off.

"Now, my sweet Elena, for what reason have you summoned me?"

"I-I-I..."

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The woman stuttered. She wondered how she should start: should she start from the very beginning or should she just get to the point?

"I what? Make your tone clear, my dear. I command you."

"I wanted revenge!"

"Aha! Revenge...I see."

Satan nodded and stepped closer to her, gently lifting her chin with his finger.

"Tell me, Elena, why do you seek revenge so desperately?"

"I will tell, but will my desire be granted like the stories say about you, or will you not?"

She had tried many times to get justice from the law enforcers, praying to God with her full devotion, yet all had failed.

"My sweet Elena, your desire will be granted," Satan smiled. "I do not abandon those who seek my assistance." He pulled her against the wall, leaning close to whisper in her ear, "After all, I am everyone's favorite problem solver."

Stepping back, he released his hold on her.

"You said that you would grant my desire, but what cost must I bear? I read your stories in books; you demons take something in exchange for a favor, never for free, for that is your nature, isn't it?"

In the stories, demons had always taken something from the summoner in exchange for granting their desire. She had read about it through her research on the Internet.

"Well, my dear, you are correct; everything we do is not free. For every desire we grant, we take something of equal value, for that is how things are, were, and shall be in our nature," Satan said in an uncaring tone, cracking his left wrist. "Are you willing to pay or not? My answer depends on that."

"I am willing to pay anything!"

If her desire were to be granted, then she would even sell her own body.

"Good, now that everything is clear, tell me everything from the beginning."

She began to recount all that had happened.

.....

High in the skies under the starry cover, Satan stood, gazing down at Tokyo's metropolitan view. Certain thoughts ran through his head regarding the current predicament that he had found himself in.

'I never imagined that my Devil Role Play in my favorite game would bring me here.'

It was hard to believe, almost foolish in its simplicity, but he had to admit it. It's not every day that you find yourself in a parallel dimension, so he couldn't help but be thrilled. This man was simply a shut-in gamer who was fortunate enough to be summoned to a parallel world as his game character; he was neither the Devil nor a demon.

He was just role-playing as the Devil.

"I think I went a little excessive in role-playing," Satan muttered, glancing down at the city. "I really must have scared the poor girl, not that I am going to apologize to her ever. After all, a devil who apologized wasn't really a devil at all!"

Satan was really fond of the concept of the Devil; he had been fascinated by it since his early childhood. A unique evil that was like no one else, a being who stands against God and for all that is good, crushing everything under his feet, looking at their faces when they realize how futile it was to stand against someone with no equal, someone who could bring their worst nightmare to life.

This unfortunate event led him to develop the infamous eighth-grade syndrome chunibyo or delusions of grandeur. He believed himself to be Satan, which didn't quite go well for him as he was studying in a Christian school.

But that didn't stop him.

What if he couldn't become the Devil in the real world?

He would be the Devil of the game world; thus, he has decided to role-play as Satan in his favorite MMORPG, Dark Descent.

"Enough sightseeing; it's time to take care of business," Satan said as he elegantly lowered himself to a slightly lower position and pointed his gaze towards at least one of his targets. He could feel his hands itching from the excitement of the upcoming murder.

Make no mistake.

Satan was not a born murderous lunatic.

Rather, it was the result of two racial attributes that all gamers with demon-race player characters share: bloodlust and sadism.

Fantasy MMORPG Dark Descent offered a wide variety of playable races to their players to choose from, such as elves, humans, dwarves, lizardmen, goblins, orcs, fairies, demons—the race Satan belongs to—and many other races. Each of these races had its own special featured racial traits that offered the player advantages and disadvantages depending on the situation.

The racial trait "bloodlust" in demons increased the drop rate of items from every kill, and "sadism" increased the percentage of bad status given against opponents. During dungeon raids and fighting against different players during the PvP tournament, both of these traits were very useful. But at the same time, due to "bloodlust," the player became an unavoidable target of the mobs with full-on aggression unless the player had methods to lessen the aggro of the mobs or go undetected. And due to "Sadism," it made going to a party mission or quest miserable as the sadism would decrease the natural resistances against negative status effects like curses, fear, despair, and so forth to the players near them.

In the game, players with demon races were difficult to find; they were quite rare, and even if there was one, then most demon players would play solo. However, in this case, these traits had a slight psychological impact on his psyche. It was, in fact, written in the race lore that demons were beings of mass destruction. They looked to kill and were eager to sadistically torture their enemies to death.

Concepts such as mercy and empathy were foreign to them. They were totally detached from them; the only thing demons cared about was filling their own desires.

Satan was already aware of it, as he felt the effects of it. What kind of feeling it was he couldn't describe; he forgot what the right word was for it.

But it was there.

He also knew that in order to repress his racial tendencies, he would require advanced mental training; nevertheless, it was a topic for another day.

Right now, he was very much tempted to commit murder. He wanted to know how it feels to choke the life out of someone's body, look for fear on their face, and see the useless struggle they would make.

This was something that came from his demon side; as a human, he would never think of such things.

But for that, there was something else he wanted to confirm: if he could do magic or not. His equipment seemed to be working fine as if the game mechanics had suddenly become real in this world.

It was surreal.

Like his "Cloak of Unwind," a super rare item that allowed a person to levitate. It was a very useful item as it saved mana, as normally levitation costs mana. If game equipment seems to be working, then he believed that it was possible that he should be able to do magic as his character did in the game.

'It would be quite embarrassing if I tried to murder someone with a big fireball and nothing happened.'

He would probably become a laughing stock, something he wasn't going to let happen. Satan raised his hand towards the sky. He was about to test one of his weaker spells.

Though the question was which one he should use.

He was a destruction mage.

A mage class that specialized in strong fire and dark elemental magic. It was one of the several available paths for a mage who has surpassed level 30 and had done the class promotion quest.

The job of a destruction mage was to burn down their opponents with devastating fire magic, inflicting them with 'burn' status effects, and using dark magic for crowd control utilities to turn the battle in their favor.

It was also one of the most popular mage classes among the players, as it was very fun and overpowered to play. But later it was nerfed down for making the game a bit more balanced.

Thus the power of the Destruction Mage class was reduced to half of its original strength.

After giving thought, Satan decided to use Tier 3 fire magic.

In Dark Descent, magic was divided into 15 tiers, ranging from tier 1 to 15, with every 10 levels unlocking a new tier of spells to learn.

Every mage class in the game had around a hundred different spells in every tier. Out of so many spells, a player was only able to learn 150 spells at max.

Therefore, a player had to be very cautious regarding their build, as if there was a mistake the player made, then there was no redo; the player had to restart everything from the very beginning.

"Let's try this, third-tier magic: Fire Ball."

A large fireball came out of Satan's hands, soaring into the sky, and exploded with a loud noise. It created a luminous effect in the starry night before fading away.

"I-It worked!"

Satan exclaimed with a disbelieving look on his face.

He could actually do magic—real magic.

He couldn't describe the joy he was feeling.

"I hope nobody down there saw it; it would really cause some unnecessary attention."

Now it was time to use another spell.

"Seventh Tier Magic: Dark Veil."

This was a dark element utility spell that provided the player with visibility. This was a very useful spell if one wanted to get out of an area that was full of low-level mobs with extremely high aggro, sneak attack other players, or as a way to escape.

It was also one of his most used spells. With this spell, he was able to get away with lots of things in the game that seemed unavoidable.

A true life saver.

But like all the spells in the game, it also had a limitation. This spell could only be in effect for about ten minutes or so. And was really useless against enemies who could see through Invisibility, sense it, or had alternate ways to nullify the spell, like using a high-class item.

Now invisible, Satan cracked his neck and fingers; he was ready.

"Let's go."

He flew in his target direction.