Lemon Collection

Sirzechs was a much better candidate.

The House of Gregory was part of the 72 pillars, or what was left it now.

Furthermore, Sirzechs was the product between that House and Bael Clan, which in turned allowed him to inherit the Power of Destruction along with Gregory's specialized magic.

'Yes… Sirzechs is the right choice…' Lucifer thought with an approving smile.

Sirzechs was still young and his power was still growing.

It had not reached maturity yet. Even now, Sirzechs could match Lucifer own ability.

Given more time, the crimson red-haired young man would surpass him and lead his kind into a new golden age.

"Sirzechs, I declare you as my heir. Take my name and end this war. Bring back the peace. That is my last wish," Lucifer said as he handed over the title.

The blue-green eye man could only blink in shock at his dying master's statement.

"I can't do that, Lucifer-sama. What about your son?" Sirzechs refused the bestowed title, pointing out that Lucifer's son – Rizevim Livan Lucifer – should inherit the status instead.

Lucifer coughed heavily while shaking his head.

Grayfia checked over her master's wound and used her ice magic to slow down the bleeding while numbing the pain.

"My son is too rash… brutal and vicious. He would continue this war to a bitter end. I… I don't remember the reason to why we have started this war. We couldn't end it as neither side was willing to give in and accept defeat. Look around… tell me what you see?"

Lucifer asked weakly.

Sirzechs and Grayfia looked around and saw angel's and devil's corpses littered all over the desolated landscape.

The two turned skyward, and saw more corpses falling down, joining the rest.

"With both sides decimated and the older generation perished this day, the younger one would see more reason and more inclined to accept peace even if it was tenuous peace," Lucifer said.

It did not take more than a couple of seconds for Sirzechs to nod.

He understood Lucifer's final wish. It was for the salvation of their race.

With that, Lucifer finally closed his eyes with a smile on his face as he passed away. His demonic energy seeped out of his body and joined the rest above.

Sirzechs stood upright silently.

Grayfia looked up at her new Master and joined him by his side after setting down her former Master upon the ground. Even if she was in mourning, she remained steadfast.

"Lucifer-sama, what are your orders?" Grayfia asked with a bow after some time.

The new Lucifer did not response as he looked at the sky.

All the devils on the battle field felt that immerse power.

They hastily scanned around to see who was doing that.

They all saw the dead form of Lucifer and realized Sirzechs had taken over the command. They quickly acknowledged the order and disengaged, fleeing from their respective opponent, who also retreated.

Both sides flew far from the battlefield as well as from the distorted space that seemed to be expanding.

The crackling noise became louder.

"Grayfia, we should head-," Sirzechs said after another prolonged moment of silence, allowing Grayfia to hold her former master one last time.

He was interrupted with a sharp shrieking sound. It blocked out all the noise in their vicinity.

Grayfia and Sirzechs looked towards the sky and saw a swirling mass of energy that no longer was clashing with each other.

They were swirling around each other, trying to rip the area apart together. With a loud thunderous boom, a spirally portal was formed in mid-air.