--Souji? My name is Jhoam... Jhoam Hanzo, it's good to see you again Natasha~

The warm and kind words of the black-haired man stabbed Sona's heart, who without further ado used magic and put the black-haired boy back to sleep without saying another word with him.

--I'm sorry... please... [Sleeps]

On the verge of tears, Sona put the black-haired boy to sleep and let tears escape from her eyes after making sure that no one could see her.

--What the fuck did I...? Fix things, a solution? I just ruined everything!

Sona Sitri, the cold and graceful beauty let out her emotions, a roaring and high-pitched cry filled the soundproof room where she could only scream as the reminder of her guilt and sin lay unconscious only a few meters from her.

Guilt, helplessness, self-loathing, regret, anger, dissatisfaction, regret, inferiority, many repressed emotions exploded causing the heiress to collapse.

Who was now squatting in the corner of the room with her face buried between her knees.

She had lost track of time while ventilating her pain until she felt a warm hand on her head, the heiress looked up and found the black-haired man who, still tied with chains on his limbs, was sitting next to her and caressing her head with keen.

--I don't know what happened for you to cry like that Natasha~ but everything will be fine~ everything will be fine~

The black-haired man repeated with a smile as he hugged the purple-eyed girl without concern for appearances, who could only bury her face in her knees again due to the guilt that plagued her and the warm feeling she felt in her heart from the words of the black-haired

--...(No, I deserve this...I'm the worst...I'm sorry Souji/Jhoam)

--Everything will be fine Natasha~ everything will be fine~

***

A few hours later.

--Well... we were surrounded, the squad leader had his head blown off by a bullet but that bald bastard from Miguelon took a grenade out of his pants. Don't ask me where he kept it?

The black-haired man was happily recounting one of his war stories with a joyful smile at who in his eyes was his lover.

Sona could only fake a smile while her heart was full of regret, after listening to some of her stories she could see a little more how damaged her tower was.

--That bald man came out of the trench like Rambo dodging two blasts of lead and shouted~ "Now if my little chicks are on the run~" and he lassoed the grenade luckily for the bald man we managed to get him back into the trench before they filled him with holes but that grenade fell right into the opposite trench, blowing up the artillerymen, the rest was a dogfight.

Souji now Joham normally recounted the horrors of the war without much interest as if it were just a normal story from work, Sona could not understand what kind of woman Natasha was but one thing was for sure, it was not normal to be able to develop a functional romantic relationship with this broken man

--There is also the time they ambushed us in the camp, damn we only three survived that day, the commander, the bald Miguel and I... we had to use the bodies of the others as a barricade, we fought for three days and we could only escape hiding among the corpses, it wasn't pleasant but we survived... I think that after that... peace was achieved... the high command stopped being childish and blew up the enemy headquarters, of course~ they also blew up about a hundred or two hundred civilians, including the daughter of the president at that time, but peace was achieved... I was released from service and enrolled in medical school... while the bald man went to study law... I wonder how that womanizing bastard is doing?

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Sona patiently listened to the crazy stories from his tower as he seemed to be letting off steam by believing that he was with his beloved, ignoring the clear incongruity of the distorted red sky, the undoubtedly expensive furniture, the same fine clothes he wore or the chains that bound him . , the young man was happy to be in his company and it seemed that it was the only thing he could process.

--Jhoam... don't you feel guilty for all those deaths?

The girl asked carefully, to which the young man responded with a shrug.

--The law of the jungle darling~ kill or be killed~ that's how the battlefield works, no matter what excuse you make, once a gun is put in your hands you are doomed to hell~ I was never very religious but I'm sure that hell is full and heaven has too many vacancies~

With a laugh the young man got up from the bed and walked to the window.

--The sky is blue, the pastures are green, the motorists rob the corners and the policemen on the sidewalks... another day like the previous one... only I no longer have to hug a rifle or spend days of hunger and thirsty just to accomplish some stupid mission...

The young man's blue eyes looked at a mirage far from reality, making the purple-eyed girl cry.

--Jhoam... (What did I do... to deserve this...?)

Guilt built and hit her hard again.

*BLAM*

--SO-TAN~* I brought Sir-chan and Ajuka-chan~*!

The black-haired Maou in twin pigtails dressed as a pink magical girl burst in accompanied by a pair of noble-looking and elegant but undoubtedly dangerous men.

With long reddish hair, white skin, and sky blue eyes, the current Maou who bears the title of Lucifer, Sirzesht Lucifer wearing a blood-red military dress uniform with gold trimmings, next to him silver-haired intellectual appearance with an air full of cool analytical genius researcher and one of the brightest minds in the Underworld Maou Beelcebu, Ajuka Beelcebu.

The two men saw the boy looking out the window while his companion's sister cried silently, thanks to the effects of the curse imposed on the young black-haired man, the image of the Sitri heiress was seen by those present in two ways, one of her original and the other the appearance of the young man's lover.

Both Maous were surprised by the great resemblance of that mortal with their friend years ago.

--Serafall... are you sure you have nothing to do with him?

asked the redhead.

--They say that there are at least 3 identical people in the world, Sirzesht... Could it not be Serafall?

Ajuka commented giving her partner a doubtful look.

--Sir-chan Aujaka-chan~ it's not me~

--I'm sorry but admit it is the same as you in those times.

The Maou Lucifer replied, being supported by the Maou Beelzebub's assent.

--I can admit that, I was surprised too but back on topic, Ajuka, Sir-chan~ help~*

--Okay~ by me~

--Come on, I have to go back to the lab...

The two Maous nodded and walked towards the young man, who only looked doubtfully at the two Maous before saying with a laughing voice.

--Cosplay? Where is the convention? Natasha! Why didn't you tell me you were in a group? I'm going to dust off my uniform~ hahahahaha~

The young man cackled before being drifted and knocked unconscious by Beelcebu's magic.

--Well, this will be easier... [Analysis]

A greenish-yellow magic circle glowed in the hands of the Current King of Flies, who seemed to be using a computer by typing on one magic circle and moving others in front of his face as if they were monitors.

"Nee-sama...Souji-kun..."

--Relax, Ajuka is doing the analysis right now.

--Yes, if So-tan Ajuka-chan is the best, this is it.

--Wow~ I didn't expect this... Sirzesht come and see this.

At the surprised voice of the silver-haired man, the redhead walked quickly to his side and read the data displayed in front of him.

--... What, the crap is this?!

--Exact! What the hell is this?

The Silver and Red Maous cursed and looked at the data again to make sure they weren't seeing crazy things.

--Well, he's immortal, physiologically speaking he's in a similar state to the original Sung Wukong before reaching Nirvana, his vitality is set to the maximum, no matter how much damage he gets, he regenerates and evolves.

Said the silver one.

--Right, his cellular structure and Touki circulation are monstrous...Although he is using an unusual technique, he is taking full advantage of the fact that he will not die to force the evolution of his body, eventually he will be a monster physically “WORSE” than the young Bael and his demonic energy levels are irregularly high…

I comment on Red.

--Not counting the energy of the astral plane, this boy can control shadows to a totally absurd level and that's not counting his Sacred Gear...

Ajuka rolled his eyes as he turned to look at Serafall and Sona.

--By the way ; You two, I guess you didn't have "Anything" knowledge of what kind of apocalyptic shit the God of the Bible left inside this boy right?

Inquired the King of Flies making the two sisters sweat.

--Serafall...don't tell me...what?

--Sorry Sirz-chan, Ajuka-chan... but So-tan asked me~*

Maou Leviathan apologized to her peers.

--You didn't even understand what's locked up in there.

Said the silver one while rubbing between his eyebrows.

--The Biblical God sure knows how to screw us, with his gift to humanity... Serafall... Do you know what's inside the boy?

The redhead asked with a serious face.

--An HP Lovecraf monster...

--Close but no, it's much worse... Sona Sitri, I must congratulate you for finding this young man before the other factions but I must punish you for putting all the worlds at risk.