The Oldest Region of Hell
In the deepest, oldest territory of Hell—
Beneath the ruins of a throne that once ruled everything—
A demon opened his eyes.
Amon.
The King before Cifer.
Before the system was rewritten.
Before Eisteth became the Princess of Hell — Cifer's chosen partner.
A thin smile curved across his aged face.
"So… the system is weakening."
Then he laughed.
Low.
Dry.
Cruel.
"Ha… ha ha ha…"
Behind him stood figures in pale, ash-colored robes.
The Purifier Faction.
They believed one thing—
The old system was a mistake.
And Eisteth was its living symbol.
"We will not allow the core to appear before the public," one of them said.
Amon's eyes gleamed.
"Oh no…"
"We will let her appear."
"And destroy her in front of every noble."
Palace — Cifer's Command
Inside the throne hall—
Cifer stood calmly.
Leviathan remained at his left side.
The air was still tense from the assassination attempt.
"Summon Lilith."
The order was simple.
Emotionless.
Lilith entered soon after.
Her gaze was sharp.
She knew who had sent the assassin.
And Cifer knew as well.
But neither spoke it aloud.
"There will be a Blood Oath Ceremony," Cifer said at last.
The hall froze.
Blood Oath.
An official ritual where every demon noble swears loyalty to the rightful ruler.
Not a celebration.
A declaration of legitimacy.
Leviathan glanced at him.
"You're certain?"
"If they doubt her," Cifer replied flatly,
"then they will see her themselves."
Lilith clenched her fist.
"She is not stable."
"I know."
And for the first time—
Cifer's tone softened.
"That is why I will stand beside her."
Leviathan fell silent.
(…It should have been me.)
The sad boy arc had officially begun.
Eisteth's Chamber
Eisteth lay in bed.
The wound in her left abdomen had not fully healed.
The core energy was stable—
But her body was weak.
She slowly opened her eyes.
The purple glow had dimmed.
The fractured ring within her iris was almost whole again.
Suddenly—
The door opened.
The duo entered.
"…What are you two doing?"
Leviathan stepped closer first.
"There will be a Blood Oath."
She stared at them.
Blood oath.
Sacred vow.
Public ceremony.
Two pillars of power standing side by side.
Official.
Formal.
Political.
Wait.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Is this—
An engagement ceremony?
Between Cifer and Leviathan?
She sat up a little too fast.
"You want me to be the witness to your vow?"
Cifer approached her bed.
Standing beside her.
"Not that."
His voice lowered.
"I just want to make sure no one calls you a low-born woman again."
Silence.
For a moment—
Cifer and Leviathan exchanged a look.
Too close.
Too intense.
Leviathan looked away.
To Eisteth—
It absolutely looked like lovers standing on the edge of confession.
Her face turned red.
"Oh my—"
She coughed.
"Ahem."
"Are you… happy… if I attend your Blood Oath?"
The two answered in perfect sync.
"Yes."
Eisteth.exe stopped functioning.
Inside her head:
This is real.
This is canon.
I'm witnessing history.
"In Hell I should say 'Oh my Devil,' right?" she muttered.
Real World — 1.20%
Monitor beeping softly.
1.05%
1.12%
1.20%
The doctor stared at the screen.
"It's stable. Increasing."
The pink-haired man nearly broke down.
"Cecil… can you hear me?"
Her finger twitched again.
The pull between worlds grew stronger.
If she appeared at the Blood Oath while weak—
And something happened—
The surge in the real world could spike violently.
Or—
Her soul might split between Hell and Earth.
Was it because of the pink-haired man?
Was he the anchor?
Shadow Conspiracy
On a palace balcony—
An elderly noble whispered to a white-robed figure.
"Make sure she does not finish the ceremony."
"If the core dies before the oath is complete—"
"The kingdom returns to instability."
Far away—
Amon watched from the ruins.
His laughter echoed softly through ancient stone.
Soon—
Hell would witness its princess.
And possibly—
Her execution.