While there were certainly many things Finn wanted to say in response to the bizarre situation unfolding in his living room, he ultimately stayed quiet. He sat back, sipping his morning coffee, and let Sona smoothly explain the aftermath of the summit.
As she outlined the finalized terms of the peace treaty, Finn had to admit that everything was playing out exactly as the original timeline dictated. The Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels had officially decided to join hands and forge an unprecedented alliance.
It was highly unusual and bound to face fierce resistance from fundamentalists, but everyone essentially had to swallow their pride and accept it. The harsh reality was that the populations of all three factions were in the absolute danger zone. With birth rates agonizingly low and casualties from past wars still haunting them, making peace wasn't just a political ideal—it was a biological necessity.
Finn remained silent, listening to her report while fighting back a lazy yawn. The political fallout was well within his calculations. While Sona spoke, his mind was already wandering to more practical matters—specifically, how he was going to upgrade Xenovia's arsenal.
He was seriously considering taking a trip to outer space to forge her a new weapon.
After all, unlike the other girls who possessed innate, overwhelming talents—like Akeno's hybrid Shrine Maiden and Cadre bloodline, Kuroka's SS-Class Nekomata magic, or Asia's supreme support matrix—Xenovia was ultimately just a human reincarnated into a Devil. She was undeniably strong; her baseline durability and raw physical strength were the highest among his vanguard. But she lacked versatility.
Xenovia could swing legendary holy swords with devastating power, but against Finn's new standards, that wasn't enough. A sword, no matter how sharp, was ultimately just a large stick she waved around. If she faced a hyper-agile speedster or a long-range artillery fighter, what would she do? Chase them on foot?
Her speed wasn't her forte, and pure destruction was her only specialty. Finn knew exactly what he needed to do to fix that, but before he could finalize his extraterrestrial blacksmithing plans, he had to deal with the immediate threat sitting across his coffee table.
As soon as Sona finished her meticulous political report, Serafall slammed her hands on the table.
"Okay, briefing over! Let's start the mating~!"
"..."
Finn and Sona stared at her in dead, suffocating silence.
"...Where are the rest of your women, by the way?" Sona asked, completely changing the topic. She deliberately ignored the sight of Finn casually reaching out and clamping his hand over Serafall's face, treating the powerful Maou like an overly excited puppy.
"Ouch! Ouch! My head! My head is going to get crushed!" Serafall whined, though her cheeks were flushed bright pink. "Stop it~! Hmn~! I'm afraid I'm going to awaken to a new fetish~!"
Finn sighed heavily and let go of Serafall's face.
"...." Sona adjusted her glasses, pretending she hadn't heard that.
"...I'm sorry," Sona muttered, apologizing for her sister's utter lack of dignity.
"It's fine," Finn nodded, though he felt a headache coming on as Serafall looked at him with profound resentment.
"Why did you reject my advance~?!" Serafall pouted, crossing her arms under her massive chest to emphasize her assets. "Aren't we beautiful enough for you? You're a demonic beast now, right? Act like it!"
"There are many other things we should be discussing, right?" Finn sighed, looking at Serafall helplessly. "What is the reaction of the other pantheons? How will they respond to the Three Factions forming an alliance? What about the lower-ranking Devils? You are in charge of Foreign Affairs, Serafall. Isn't managing this your actual job?"
It was a valid concern. Christianity was a dominant force in the world, and historically, they had a nasty habit of labeling anyone outside their faith as a heretic or pagan, violently expanding their 'single truth'. Now that they were teaming up with Devils, the other mythological factions would undoubtedly be on edge.
"What are you so worried about?" Serafall waved her hand dismissively. "You've become so ridiculously strong that you're equal to—if not stronger than—Sirzechs! Plus, Indra and the Hindu pantheon, along with the Chinese deities, are basically on your side now. Don't sweat the small stuff; the rest are just small fries!"
"..."
Finn wanted to argue, but he held his tongue. If he were a human, dismissing entire cultures as 'small fries' would make him a completely shitty person. But he was a Devil now, so arrogance was practically in his job description. Furthermore, in the supernatural world, the only currency that truly mattered was absolute strength.
Whether it was Sirzechs, Indra, or Ophis, their words carried weight simply because they had the power to back them up. It was as simple as that.
"Or, is there anything else you wanted to ask about?" Serafall leaned forward, her demeanor suddenly shifting into sharp, competent Maou mode. "Like the Khaos Brigade cleanup? Oh, and your kitty's criminal status has been completely cleared up."
Finn perked up at that.
"We told the public that her previous master was a traitor to the Underworld," Serafall explained, winking. "We spun the narrative. Kuroka wasn't a criminal; she was an elite, deep-cover operative working to expose the darkness behind the Khaos Brigade. She's a hero now."
Despite her bubbly, childish exterior, Serafall was terrifyingly sharp. She knew exactly what Finn wanted. Clearing Kuroka's name was a top priority now that she was an official member of his peerage.
While what Finn had done to secure her pardon was unprecedented, absolutely no one dared to reject his proposal. Even the Nebiros House—the noble family that had been humiliated by Kuroka killing her former master—quietly swallowed their pride. They publicly agreed with the new narrative, formally condemning their deceased clan member as a criminal and a stain on Devil society.
In reality, the Nebiros Clan—an Extra Demon family tied to the Old Satan Faction—was already heavily distrusted. But the real reason they complied was simply because Finn's absolute power was far too frightening.
Finn had literally rewritten a lie into the truth, and no one possessed the courage to deny him. He had erased the concept of senses across an entire battlefield. Unless a clan was prepared to launch a completely suicidal attack that would result in their absolute erasure, they had to obey the True Satan.
"Thank you," Finn said genuinely, glad that the political red tape had been handled smoothly.
"You're welcome! Now, should we mate?!"
Serafall's lust came roaring back with a vengeance. She lunged across the low table, throwing her lush body directly onto Finn and pressing her heavy curves flush against his chest. She was practically vibrating with the desire to get pregnant with his child.
"....." Finn blanked.
"That is a very good idea."
"....."
Finn blinked in shock. Sona had completely abandoned her composure. With a sharp nod of agreement, the strict, bespectacled Student Council President stood up and unceremoniously let her skirt drop straight to the floor, completely exposing her bare, flawless legs and pristine panties.
The two Sitri sisters had clearly made up their minds. They had formed a unified front, preparing to assault him from both sides.
But just as Finn was bracing himself for the incoming Shimaidon, the sliding door to the living room clicked open.
Kuroka, Xenovia, Asia, Ravel, and Akeno stood in the doorway, wrapped in loose bedsheets. They stared at the half-naked Sona and the aggressively clinging Serafall with narrowed, deadpan eyes.
"..."
There was a full, agonizing second of silence.
Then, completely unimpressed, the harem let out a collective, exhausted yawn.
"Take care of him for us," Akeno murmured sleepily.
"Don't break apart. Wait till we recover, then we will join," Xenovia added.
Without another word, they didn't even try to stop Sona and Serafall from harvesting Finn's sperm. They simply slid the door shut, returning to their massive bed to pass out. They were far too exhausted to care about two more additions to the roster.
"....."
Finn had a thousand different things he wanted to say about his peerage, utterly abandoning him to the wolves. But as Serafall giggled and Sona stepped closer, her violet eyes burning with absolute determination, he realized resistance was entirely futile.
As a true Devil, he knew exactly what his duty was. He sighed, wrapped his arms around the two beautiful sisters, and prepared to thoroughly enjoy his Shimaidon reward!