Demonic System: Harem in Medieval World

5. Hell on Earth

Devon obtained a new task to burn down the mansion. This was a new thing for him. He was no arsonist. While wondering where to start and how to do it, his doubt was read by Lucifer.

“Yo cherry boy, what stopped you from taking this mission? Don’t tell me you chickened out on us now,” Lucifer showed why he was the demon of pride. His ego wouldn’t take no for an answer, especially from some random mortal child.

“Shut the hell up, let me take a breather. I was still thinking on how to efficiently accomplish this mission. In the meantime, I need you to keep your hole closed, all right?” replied Devon nervously. Devon also has an ego, and his ego didn’t allow him to take insults lightly.

“There you go, boy! Let your anger and rage build up! That’s the way!” cheered Satan loudly from the back. The demon of wrath knew for sure that fury makes human easier to manipulate.

“Close your eyes for a bit and recall how they murdered your family like a livestock! They stabbed your father like a satay and choked the life out of your dear, dear mother until she was no longer able to breathe! Hey kid, are you sure you’re okay with that?” Satan continued his provocation. Oh, how Satan really enjoyed his role as an entity who takes pleasure in guiding humans down the wrong path.

Hearing those detailed descriptions of how his parents had their life ended, Devon was no longer able to think clearly. He let out an anguish scream. His battle cry as if declaring a war on Verheyen family, and he would start that war with something hot.

“Hmm, this kid is not too shabby. There’s something kinky in his roar, tempting my imagination,” Asmodeus voiced what’s on his mind. Seemed like he already changed his mind regarding his favourite.

“As, we are aware that you’re a pervert, but taking it out on a little kid is disgusting. Even us demons have standard,” grunted Mammon. Asmodeus laughed, taking that as a compliment.

Devon didn’t pay any attention to what Asmodeus said. To hell with what Asmodeus said. Speaking of hell, the Verheyens already showed Devon hell before, now it’s Devon’s turn to show them his definition of hell.

Not even slowing down a bit, Devon grabbed one of the torches lighting the corridor. His swift footsteps finally led him to the door which connected the basement and the main floor. When he opened the door, the Verheyen henchmen who already heard some noise from downstairs had been on guard, expecting him.

Luck was still on Devon’s side. Wrath Point allowed him to evade all assaults launched by the Verheyen henchmen. Although they ganged on him, Devon escaped them with ease. But he still got a mission to do.

“Running around will get you nowhere, kiddo,” Belphegor yawned lazily. “If I would want to watch a game of tag, I would go to the nearest kindergarten.” The demons were very talented at verbal abuse, it seemed.

“Easy for you to talk, you big oaf! I am the one who is doing the work around here while you sitting on your lazy bum and commenting on every things I do. Are you demons all talk and no action?” Devon blurted out while dashing to the other end of the floor.

“Oi, could you stop with the body shaming? How do you know I’m big?” Seemed Belphegor was insecure about his look.

“Because your voice sounds like one!” Devon kicked down the wooden door. He found himself arriving in the kitchen. He looked around, contemplating on what to do next. But as far as his eyes could see, only sacks of flour, greens, potatoes, and other foods lying around. His mission was to burn down a mansion, not becoming a Master Chef.

“Hohoho, now how would you fare with this? I suggest you to take a bite on those potatoes, who knows you think better when there’s something in your stomach. You’re not you when you’re hungry, dear.” Beelzebub snickering, he wanted to join in picking on our poor Devon.

“Hey, I like that idea! But I like it better if you shut up!” The other demons laughed in the back. Devon who somehow already grasped how the demons communicate, gradually became fluent in insults, how to take it and give it back as well.

The henchmen entered the kitchen. “What’s cooking, snot-nosed brat? Time to take your actions into account. Little ruckus you caused will need to be punished!” One of the guards stepped to the front, followed by the others.

“This doesn’t look good, Dev. If you got something inside your hollow skull, use that to think of a way to get yourself out of this mess. Wouldn’t be funny if all of us should die with you here, well, it’s not like we can die anyway, baaahhahahaha!” Leviathan didn’t want the journey with this kid to end this fast. He seemed enthusiastic on what this kid would do next.

Devon hated to admit that Leviathan had some truth in his words. He needed to think of a solution, and he needed it fast.

In the middle of that hopeless situation, Devon found a jar beside him and kicked it towards the guards. He had no idea what’s inside, he just wanted to buy some time anyway. Little did he know that his random action became so crucial in his attempt to accomplish the mission.

The jar collided with the guards and fell to the floor. It broke, spilling the oil that it contained. Bingo!

“Should I spell it out to you, or are you really that dense?” Satan asked Devon rhetorically.

“I know what to do! Are you homesick? Because I’m about to show you your hometown, this is Hell!” Devon shouted loudly, throwing the torches towards the guards.

The guards who were covered in oil got immolated alive. The ocean of oil on the floor also caught fire, spreading wildly, devouring everything on its path.

“Bravo, but be careful or else you might join them,” Leviathan referred to the guards. “You see that window? Break through it, take some torches, and burn some more. You’re almost there!”

Devon followed what Leviathan told him. He was so nice, unlike the others. Hey, maybe demons aren’t all that bad, thought Devon.

Devon broke through the glass to found himself behind the garden. He was a step closer to his goal. The torches on the garden became his tools to burn everything he could set his sight on while escaping at the same time. Trees, curtains, you name it, he burn it.

[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED]

[YOU RECEIVE 500 DC]

“Not bad for a mortal, a little one at that,” Mammon’s voice echoed in Devon’s head.

“Thanks old man, but you could be more direct in praising people, you hear me?” Devon was way too good in this game. “Speaking of which, is this it? I didn’t even break a sweat, damn playing as a villain is fun! No wonder you guys are popular!”

“Get off your high horses, boy! Here goes another one!” Lucifer warned Devon who became off guard.

Devon looked back to see that Lucifer was right. A bunch of henchmen was still hot after him. Devon had no choice but to continue his escape further down the road, taking the way that would lead him deep into the forest.