The sound of s breaking echoed through the room, followed by an eerie silence. In the Underworld, far away from the se, dark clouds began to gather in the normally serene purple skies. It was a sight the oldest devils hadn’t seen iuries. If one looked closely, they might reize those clouds as a haunting remnant of the era when Lucifer himself ruled.

  Then, it hit them—every single devil, regardless of age, power, or status, felt the same instinctual urge. Their bloodline ahem to ko bow in submission toward one dire: the true throne of the Underworld, where Lucifer had o and ruled over biblical Hell.

  Whispers and fusion spread across the Underworld, but ohing was clear—*the king had returned*. Not just any king, but the *true* king of biblical Hell had e back.

  While the devils were overe by this primal force, Vali Lucifer felt something more personal, something far deeper. It was that same familiar feeli when fag his father and that despicable grandfather of his. *Blood ties*. They ran thicker than water, and even now, Vali could feel it c through him.

  Roxahe source of all this upheaval, stood with beads of sweat f on her brow.

  ‘Uh, Ciel? Is it just me, or is unlog my bloodline having a bit of an... exaggerated effect?’ she asked internally.

  [Sigh. Master, when was the st time you fully unlocked your bloodline’s capacity?] Ciel responded with an air of exasperation.

  ‘Hmm… actually, I don’t think I ever unlocked it fully, did I?’

  [Correct, Master. After you escaped that b, you sealed your bloodliirely, and you’ve only ever unsealed it to a maximum of 15%.]

  Roxanne sighed, feeling a pang ret. *This is going to be troublesome to up ter*, she thought. But it was too te to turn baow.

  Her transformation was almost plete. Her usually bck hair turned silver, and her purple eyes reverted to their inal, menag red. Her wings unfurled behind her, no lohe subtle form they usually took but true devil wings—sharp, dark, and unmistakable in their majesty. Her entire aura shifted, from the deadly calm she typically exuded to something much more dangerous, much more… demonic.

  Lua, watg from the side, could hardly tain her awe. *Hah! I finally get to see the true devil side of my mistress. As expected, she’s far too simir to him. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he had returned from the grave.*

  Roxanne’s voice cut through the tension, melodic yet dripping with the authority of her bloodline. "Listen well, Vali Lucifer. I am the daughter of the inal Devil King Lucifer and the Angel of Death, Azrael. My name is *Roxanne Lucifer*."

  Vali, who had remained silent in the wake of her transformation, locked eyes with her. He felt it now more thahis woman was a forlike any other.

  "And," Roxanne tinued with a knowing grin, "I am also yrandfather's greatest nemesis."

  Vali’s lips curled into a grin—a grin of someone who had just found the perfect ally for his long-desired vengeahere was no mistaking it. Roxanne Lucifer was exactly the kind of backer he o take down Rizevim.

  Roxanne observed his expression and chuckled inwardly. *Looks like Rizevim’s going to have it rough iure,* she mused. *When a dragon wants something, they’ll go to extreme lengths to get it.*

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  “Mom, I just have to ask—how in the world did *Azazel* lead the fallen angels into war and survive *till now*?” Roxanne asked, clearly bewildered as she stared at the unassuming house Azazel used to hide from his duties.

  A soft chuckle echoed from the neckce she wore. “Sweetie, it’s not very o judge people by their outward appearance,” came Azrael’s gentle voice.

  Roxanne groaned. “I know he’s a great politi and all, but I personally think he’s a *terrible* leader,” she pined, gng skeptically at the house.

  Azrael’s voice remained calm, though there was an amused lilt to it. “So, why are you here then? I thought you’d be heading home after handing Kokabiel and that rogue priest to Vali.”

  Roxanne’s eyes narrowed. “Well, Mom, when I captured Kokabiel, he didn’t resist at all. That’s not like him—his pride alone would’ve driven him to fight. But the sed he saw me, or rather my resembo *you*, he surrendered immediately. I want to know why. It feels off, like there’s something I don’t know about your supposed attack.”

  There was a beat of silence, Azrael's voice fading momentarily. Roxanne didn’t push for more details. If there was something important to know, her mother would tell her. And while she despised the idea of secrets in her family, she wasn’t about to start a fight over them. Instead, she turned her focus back to Azazel.

  After receiving no a the door despite multiple rings, she frowned. Extending her senses, she found him inside, lounging on a couch, wearing a headset, and... pying video games. A vein popped in her forehead as she watched one of the *fa leaders*—a man responsible for keeping some sembnce of order—doing *this* after everything that had just transpired.

  For a moment, she seriously sidered strangling him. But, unfortunately, Azazel had too much political support, and there were plenty who already wanted him gone. Not to mentioe his ziness, the man was strong enough to keep the fa in line when it truly mattered.

  Sighing, she decided to hahings her own way. With a quick motion, she opened a portal directly into the other side of the door and stepped through.

  Azazel’s room was surprisingly , with shelves full of a figures and an impressive colle of video game soles. Hearing her, Azazel snapped out of his game and spun around, immediately slipping into a defeance. His hand moved subtly as he tried to activate the room’s hidden traps—until his eyes nded on her, freezing him in pce.

  “*Azrael*?” he mumbled in shock, his face pale.

  Roxanne frowned. *Why is he saying my mother’s name?* She knew she bore little resembo her mother, apart from her eyes and wings, so his reaade no sense.

  “Why did you say that?” she asked with narrowed eyes, crossing her arms.

  Azazel blinked, snapping out of his trance. Slowly, he deactivated all the traps and—much to Roxanne’s surprise—fell to one knee. “I, Azazel, Governor of the Fallen Angels, greet Her Majesty, Azrael.”

  *Sigh.*

  “You’re as dramatic as ever, Azazel,” Azrael’s voice responded from the neckce, her form slowly maing in a half-transparent glow.

  Azazel rose to his feet, his expression shifting from shousement. “Haha, unlike Your Majesty, we fallen hardly ever ge,” he ughed nervously.

  Roxaood there, half-deadpan, half-exasperated. She couldn’t help but think, *Amy, just how much more have you ged in this world?*

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