I Am Demon Lord In This Life
01 - Demon Lord

Euhmm, what are you doing here?” I asked Alvic, one of my father's subordinates.

“Lord asks me to keep an eye on you, young master” the answer is short and solid.

“Hahh? Damn it, I'm trying to get some privacy in this toilet, can you get out, Alvic? Staying in here will only add to the problem” I smiled compulsively, hoping she would come out of the toilet.

It's really troublesome, the last time I died from being hit - no, but from a very severe illness. Yep, in short after death I was reincarnated somewhere in Isekai. Born again as the only son of a pair of Demons. My father was a Demon Lord of the Styx Kingdom and thus, as my only son I was the next heir.

Being born a Demon alone was enough to confuse me, now the title of heir to the Demon Lord is also fixated on me.

Look, listen to me, isn't every comic and movie about Isekai Demon famous for being quite horrible and evil? How am I supposed to live like that while I could only lie in the hospital before?

“You're done, young master?” alvic asked from the front of the toilet door, trying to interrupt my focus.

Because I was quite afraid and did not want to be the heir, I had tried to escape several times, but in fact until the forest in front of the castle alone I never. There was even a supreme demon commander assigned to stalk me.

That way, I've retired from the runaway job.

Ah, ahahahhaha. All this is driving me crazy.

“Young master, are you still there?” ask Alvis again.

“Ah, calm down, she doesn't want to go out.”

“Please forgive me, young master”

After 14 years of living as a Demon, I realized many things. One of them, it is impossible for living beings to be born as criminals. Demon, they are like that too. Indeed, there are often divisions with other nations even their own nations, but not the innate nature of the trigger.

Long before I was born, a Demon who tried to coexist with humans, was accused of being a villain and a murderer simply because he was a Demon.

Yep, what a cruel. It was from then on that everyone with the Demon race broke off their relationship with the world, acting colder and a little cruel.

“Oh, Lucifer, did you enjoy breakfast? Sorry, I'm busy enough that we can't eat together.”

Look at my dad. His son was 14 years old but he acted as if I were still a boy. Ah, my pubescent soul is burning with anger. Calm down Lucifer, you'll sin.

“I'm fine, Dad don't have to worry about it. Rather than that, I will be training with Alvic today, please do not come and see me, Dad's job has piled up” Revealed me while fixing my clothes that are quite shabby after sitting long enough in the toilet.

“Ahahaha, okay. Do well, my heir.”

He lied, Dad never missed any of my training. Even if he will soon keep coming. I am also a Demon, does he not know I can also sense his Magic Mana? Why is he hiding like that in the same place? My father was stupid.

Even so, I still like my parents. My mother may have died, but I had a good time with her. If asked to be honest, I actually like this second life of mine.

“True, young master. There was a request from the Orc race living in the west. Lord is considering about the request now” replied Alvic merely. Well of course, dad never let me know all his affairs in detail.

“Orc west? Instead of them being a small group of Orcs, why ask us for help? Then, the last time they were quite afraid of us, why could they suddenly be so brave?” But I still have to know the continuation.

“The situation seems to be quite desperate, young master. Doesn't courage appear like that?”

Four days after that day, Father and some of his troops went west. Actually, I told him not to come and let the other commander finish it. But my father refused and decided to leave.

“What are you worried about, young master?” ask Alvic.

“Not really, that request is actually quite strange, but we both know about my father. The man with the kindest heart is a demon. Alvic please report to me everything that happened on his journey.”

“Good, young master.”

Everything should be fine, nothing should happen, my father also left along with some powerful commanders. But why did something I never imagined happen.

I spurred my horse quickly followed by a group of Demon troops under my command.

This afternoon, bad news came to haunt our castle. My father and his troops who were supposed to be on their way home suddenly lost contact with us. Father's messenger bird also never made it to the castle.

“Young master, in front sana” Said Alvic riding in front of me.

A small Orc village, we arrived right after the sun sank. It was dark, quiet and cold. At the village door we got off our horses and went inside with the lighting.

“Why calm down so, no one lives here?” thin whisper.

“No, young master. The village is still occupied.”

“Come way deeper again,”

The more it gets dark and cold. The ground we were poking on was also moist, but worse, we started to smell the blood so thick.

AACHHHHH...

One of the Demon warriors shouted hysterically, dropping the torch he was holding. Sitting on the ground, staring at a pile of obscure shapes. Me and the others approached, with my magic, I created fireballs that floated everywhere until the surroundings were illuminated by light.

However, what I saw was not something I expected. The soil is moist, not because of water, but because of blood. The quiet and cold atmosphere was not because no one lived here, but because they were dead.

In front of me, a pile of fresh corpses whose blood was still flowing was stacked into mounds. Then the person I know best also lies on top of him in red on his favorite white shirt.

“Call the relief team and comb the entire area.”