He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

In trembling pupils, Azami Kurosaki's head rolled to the edge of the [Gates of Hell], the deep pit resembling the empty eye sockets of a demon.

"Not the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, but sacrifices, priests, and gods!"

His soul had already left his body, and Kurosaki Azami's head was half-closed with his eyes, revealing a smug smile.

"Since we are going to take the more difficult path of 'descending from hell to heaven,' we must be willing to put in more 'courage' than 'sacrificing a substitute'!"

I am the priest who presides over the human sacrifice, the deity who enjoys the offerings, and the most honored chief offering!

This is a courage that goes even further than the courage to abandon a substitute!

The Crimson King shattered into dust and fell into the Colin Super Deep Well along with its master.

"Now, I have found the perfect spot for me! This is my time to rule the world! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!"

"Damn it, did I get tricked...?"

It was too late to go down the well and smash Kurosaki Azami's head in now. Santa Claus sighed, as if he had made up his mind.

"Knight King, I'm begging you."

"receive."

With concise yet resolute words, Artoria Pendragon raised her holy sword, gazing upwards with the knights in different positions, and prayed earnestly.

"Your body is entrusted to my command; my destiny is tied to your sword."

Heed the call of destiny, follow this will and reason, respond to me!

I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world, I am the embodiment of all virtues in the world.

At the same time, [Fate] lowered his head and clasped his hands together.

"Time coordinates: 537 AD!"

Location coordinates: Britain!

magic--

【Séance Ritual: A Pan-Human History】！！！

Chapter 258 The Trash Boss Who Time-Traveled Again?

"Hmm... Where am I?"

Opening his eyes, Kurosaki Azami was a little unaccustomed to the sunlight. Although he was a high-ranking vampire who was not afraid of sunlight, he had spent most of his time in the dark Azami Mansion since confirming his relationship with Lucifer. If it weren't for the daily errands of going to school, he would have long forgotten what sunlight was like.

"I feel so dizzy... and I feel like throwing up..."

Saying the same lines as Diosmar, Kurosaki Azami subconsciously reached out his right hand and scratched his head... Wait, his hand?

"My body... has been healed?"

In order to achieve the true "Trinity", Kurosaki Azami did not hesitate to absorb all of Santa Claus's attacks so that his soul could leave his body and become the main sacrifice - naturally, his original body was also beaten to a pulp.

It's about the kind of food you can make dumplings by putting it in a bowl, mixing in some cabbage, and then using it.

But now, her fair and strong arms, her powerful, log-like thighs, and her unblemished chest are filled with a continuously beating heart.

"This shouldn't be a vampire's regeneration ability... Is it the [Saint's Remains]?"

Let alone a vampire like Kurosaki Azami, even Kazusama, who is already being suppressed by his aunt, would probably die if he were beaten into dumpling filling.

"This is amazing... My body's regenerative abilities are now comparable to those of an ultimate life form, and I still have all the special abilities of a vampire!"

Pluck a hair, and it grows into a fleshy sprout in the wind, growing happily in the spring breeze.

Pluck a single bud, and you'll grow ten thousand more...

etc.......

Azami Kurosaki discovered an important problem:

[The remains of a saint] can indeed restore one's body... but clothing is not included in this category.

"grass........"

Looking down carefully, he realized he wasn't even wearing socks; the only clothes Kurosaki Azami had were a pair of underwear that the scoundrel author had only left behind because of a sudden pang of conscience.

"Tch... Why should I care about such a boring question?"

The king's body has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of!

The key now is not to run naked, but to figure out where you are.

He randomly chose a direction and began striding forward. His superhuman eyesight, a hallmark of vampires, was on full display, allowing Kurosaki Azami to see the surrounding landscape: wastelands, barren mountains, and land ravaged like a locust swarm...

There don't seem to be any living creatures here...

“Kid.......”

Unknowingly, they arrived at a forest. The nearly stripped bark of the trees told Kurosaki Azami that there was something quite ferocious here.

"We're all so hungry...we have no strength left. You...jump into that pot yourself..."

The leader of the starving people stepped forward, his eyes gleaming green, much like a wolf—except that it was different from the one Azami Kurosaki had seen in the zoo. This wolf itself was also very thin, and its fur was badly ulcerated.

"【Crimson】—Hmm?"

The Stand did not respond to him—which was understandable, since the Stand itself was made of soul power, and Kurosaki Azami, who had offered her own soul as a sacrifice, could not use the Stand for the time being.

"Looks like he's a magician... Too bad even the king can't stop us..."

The starving leader laughed as if he were crying, and pointed his withered, twig-like finger at Kurosaki Azami's face, saying...

"The Knight King doesn't understand people's hearts... he doesn't understand people's hearts at all..."

"Thank you, I think I understand what happened."

With a bone blade gleaming coldly as it extended from his right forearm, Kurosaki Azami moved through the throng of starving people that parted like waves.

Ever since Shirogane Takehito regained his magic power, Kurosaki Azami has often audited his magic classes—although he is a magic failure himself, he is still very interested in the history of magicians.

"A swift, painless death—this is my gift to you..."

The naked evil emperor walked away with his head held high, while behind him lay the starving leader broken in two at the waist, a grimace still on his face.

"If a father and son go without grain for three days, they cannot survive together..."

Muttering to himself, Kurosaki Azami turned to look at the starving people behind him, who were eager to act but also wary of him.

"Indeed, no matter how glorious a dynasty is, its end is always equally desolate."

Eat people if you want... Don't worry about me.

By the way, where is the nearest Saxon army?

The Saxons, a barbarian tribe that invaded Britain, were the small groups of monsters King Arthur used to level up.

After receiving the reply, Kurosaki Azami left without looking back, leaving behind only the anxious, starving people who were also drooling over the leader's corpse on the ground.

Then came the ugly feast.

——————————————————The Crimson King——————————————————

"Old...madam..."

On the Corin Peninsula, Bucciarati, his body already pounding, gritted his teeth and tried to get up from the ground to respond to Lucifer, who had already ended the naval battle.

"Are you alright, young man?"

Sister Justice quickly stepped forward and helped the head of the executive department up, her movements and strength perfectly controlled so as not to aggravate Bucciarati's wound.

"I'm fine... but the boss...."

"Ji-kun!!!"

Beside the altar, Fujiwara Chika collapsed to her knees, clutching something and weeping bitterly—it was none other than Kurosaki Azami's half-head.

"Everyone, retreat to Hell immediately, take nothing with you."

Lucifer's cold words angered Fujiwara Chika—this woman, doesn't she shed a single tear?

She raised her head, but the sharp rebuke that was about to escape her lips softened.

"Sister Lucy...you're holding the wine glass upside down."

"It's...it's alright...that kid won't die..."

Her trembling voice and clenched fists revealed that Lucifer was not at peace either—but she was the only one here who could not lose her composure.

Kurosaki Azami's adopted sons are still here, and the burden of being the Queen of Hell is far from over. If she shows any weakness, then she's truly doomed...

"My father is still alive."

"Schrödinger?"

Lucifer immediately created a barrier to prevent the saint, who had just left, from overhearing the surprise brought by the cat-eared boy.

"You still remember my double, Lord Lucifer?"

When Schrödinger was still called "Hiroki Sawada", he was given a powerful time-manipulating Stand by Azami Kurosaki called "Blame It On The Kids", which could turn back time by one hour.

"But not anymore—when my father turned me into a green baby, my Stand became this."

A short, green stand appeared beside Schrödinger, sporting cat ears just like the original.

"The Moonchild can jump between parallel worlds at a frequency of 300 Hz—but its abilities are not limited to that."

The essence of this stand-in is my name—Schrödinger's Cat.

If you put a cat in a contraband box with a 50% chance of death, will the cat die or live? Only one person knows the exact answer to this question.

[Cat] It is itself.

Through his ability to create a substitute, Schrödinger could modify the nature of his existence to a "quantum superposition state," instantly changing his location by observing himself. He could enter both real places and the illusory space of a person's mind.

"In other words, you can go wherever you want—although you need coordinates, this problem is easy to solve."

Schrödinger smiled and showed his left hand.

"I was once eaten by my father's bones, and then transformed from a green baby into a demon by my father. The fragments of those bones are still inside me."

"Using this gravitational pull, I can reach my father!"

"Good boy..."