Let Justice Be Done Ch. 56

He was the first devil born from the Lilith Mausoleum. 

He was the Satan Asmodeus. 

Technically Asmodeus II, but no, that would not be what he is called. 

He was Asmodeus, and even if his form was slightly different, he still had the same memories, the same power and the same abilities. 

Upon being reborn, he headed to his castle as his memories indicated. 

"Who is this? A child? What are you doing here? Do you not know who this castle belongs to?" Asked a servant. 

"It is mine." Asmodeus flared his power, which brought the devils of his blood family and the servant families to their knees. 

The familiar Demonic Power, and the strength of it, was enough to show them who he really was. 

Asmodeus walked into his home unopposed. 

"M-My Lord, I am so sorry for not recognizing you, but, but you look--" The servant from the house of Abaddon stuttered, as she walked beside her returned lord. 

"I look...what?" Asmodeus stood starting at the woman, that from his memories, was a secretary and pleasure companion at times. She was the daughter of Abaddon, head of the Extra Demons Family of the same name, if he recalled. 

"You look...smaller, sire." She said, blushing a bit. 

Asmodeus looked down at his hands. While his body was functional, it wasn't the same as the one from his memories. 

He focused a bit, and began to grow. When he was done shapeshifting a bit, he didn't look as he did before his rebirth. Rather he focused more on just being a taller to have longer reach. He didn't change his physique or make his muscles too tone like his old self. Just make himself look appropriately older. 

"There." Now there shouldn't be any confusion. 

His secretary looked even more flustered. 

Asmodeus walked by her, much to her surprise but she quickly followed after him,  returning to her role as his assistant. 

He reached his throne room, it looked the same as he left it. The Abaddon woman spoke of how they made sure to not touch the place, in anticipation of his return. 

Asmodeus took his throne and looked upon the assemble of family and servants that gathered for his return. 

"Tell me everything of the last battle."

===x===

It was odd. 

Not the report of the Battle of Orkney, but of how he was. 

He felt so...detached from his past self, memories, emotions and actions. He could understand them, but he didn't feel moved by them. 

For example, the special power of his bloodline. 

Asmodeus summoned the gift that was granted onto him by the Great Mother, the Flames and Passion and looked at them. 

Fire that moved and was moved by emotions. It should be as intense as the raging sun, or as warm as a summer evening. More than that, it could also affect the emotions of others. 

And how did his past self use it? As a blunt club to burn everything into the ground. He supposed he wanted to prove to Uriel who had the stronger flames. 

His past self had mastered the overt abilities of his special power.

But what about the subtle ones?

More than his own abilities, he needed to prepare his house and territory for the war to come. 

He knew that war with Hades will arrive soon, and he needed to prepare. Knowledge planted into him, courtesy of his Great Mother. He will have to find a way to repay her, even if such a thing isn't possible for now. 

"Prepare for the arrival of the new devils that will repopulate our domain." Asmodeus spoke. "We'll have to train and prepare them for the trials to come, and we must do the same as well." He didn't speak with much zeal or care, yet holding his flame, he could feel it connect to the emotions of all the devils before him, and he raised their awe and passion at his words.  

He wondered if his success was too easy, because of his power's potency, or because his family and servants, were more inclined to respond to him. 

Asmodeus supposed he will find out in the days to come. War was an excellent place for discovery after all. 

===x===

"Huh, you changed quite a bit." Beelzebub said as he took his seat, in the gathering for the Satans at Lucifer's Castle. 

"You didn't change at all."  Asmodeus said back. "And I guess, you're the new Leviathan." He turned to the only woman in this meeting. He smirked in a charming way, yet behind that grin was just apathy. 

It was something he noticed about himself since his rebirth. It was easy to carry his duty, to focus on his goals, and those of Lucifer's for the sake of the war. Yet he couldn't be invested in it. He knew he was just going through the motions. He just hoped he would find something that would steer up his heart down the road. 

"There is no 'new' about it. I am Leviathan." Said Serilina Leviathan with resolve that could be felt. Her eyes narrowed in confusion at Asmodeus, for a moment. "You kinda look like...nevermind." She shook her head. 

"You certainly talk like her." Beelzebub said, and just let out a buzz of chuckles, when she glared at him. 

"Well, aren't you all cute." Lucifer spoke, as he arrived and took his place at the head of the table. "So, meet and greet is over, let's talk about the important stuff. It finally happened," he gestured for Beelzebub to take over the talk.

"My scouts were able to see the Reapers heading toward Mammon City." Beelzebub scowled. "Three weeks, that's all the time we had to catch our breath. Dammit it, or were we lucky to even have that?" He wondered. 

"Has Hades been spotted?" Serilina asked.      

"Oh he's leading the army," Beelzebub nodded. "He looks damn pissed." 

"So Bonehead is coming right for us, without even bothering to regain his full strength." Lucifer mused. 

"Still felt powerful." Beelzebub added. 

"Hmm," Lucifer nodded. "How does his army look?"

"The Grim Reapers are divided into three armies. Hades leads one, Orcus and Pluto lead the other two." Beelzebub elaborated. 

"No Thanatos?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow. 

"No, he wasn't there." Beelzebub shook his head. 

"Hmm," Lucifer rubbed his chin as he thought about things for a bit. "We'll have to hit hard from the start. Make it so that he'll need more time to recover, thus giving us more time to grow our numbers." 

"We can't deprive the Pillars that take care of the internal structure of too many of their people that they just got." Serilina pointed out. "And the military families need to leave some members behind to look after their territories. We can't leave everything in the hands of the Extra Demons."

"A full front assault of all our new Ultimate Class devils, likely our best chance to cripple Hades's armies before they can plan or think of adapting to our new power." Beelzebub pointed out.  

"Really? You want to talk about throwing everything into the fight, and hold nothing back?" Serilina said, given that Beelzebub always leaves some bugs in reserve to act as back-up spare bodies should be suffer too much damage. 

"You speak to me of commitment, child!? Why I--"

"Alright, alright, alright. Sheesh." Lucifer threw his hands in the air. "Thirteen thousand. We'll gather 800 of the Genesis Devils from the Military Pillars. The Civilian Pillars will have to give us 100 of their new devils. That gives us 11,200 Ultimate Class Devils."

"What about Hades himself?" Serilina asked. 

"The two of us will stall him," Lucifer said to Serilina whose eyes widened as she paled. "Ah, relax, you'll survive." He said upon seeing her face. "The two of you have to be quick and efficient about taking about as many reapers as you, then join us. We need to make Hades bleed for every meter he advances into our territory. Understood?"

""Yes, Lord Lucifer."" The Satans spoke. 

Asmodeus thought he would feel something, about the oncoming danger so soon into his new life, yet once more, all he felt was indifference. 

He wondered though, what emotions lie in the hearts of Grim Reapers?