I Am The Reincarnation Of Lucifer

13. Death Is Closing In!

I was sitting on the floor, ankles crossed and frown in place as I looked up at Gylador, Wardrock and Sapheme who were standing infront of me. "So you're telling me that you all--" I gestured to all of them, "-- are going to be executed? That makes absolutely no sense. I've been dead for over hundreds of years, why now all of a sudden?"

"Even I do not know." Wardrock admitted, "But despite the fact that the situation desperately calls for your help, we cannot allow you to reveal yourself so soon. You are nowhere near strong enough." As expected, Gylador nodded in agreement while on the other hand, Sapheme sealed her mouth shut, probably afraid that her approval would anger me...But Wardrock's belittlement had already fuelled my anger, so her attempt was very much in vain.

"I beg to differ. I even managed to graze Gylador on the nose!" I reminded defensively, uncrossing my legs and shifting as I found that I was unable to sit still.

"Beating me with a wooden sword doesn't make you worthy of the throne. In the past, you were stronger than all else, yet you died. We have to make sure that something like that never happens again."

That made me feel like an i***t.

I frowned but I understood his reasoning so I refrained from complaining and instead, I let myself cave into curiosity, "How did I die, anyway?"

Everyone else seemed to be uncertain on whether to tell me or not, but Gyaldor didn't look the least bit hesitant when he opened his mouth to speak, "The Dagger Of Death thought to be the only weapon that could kill you, was hidden deep in the Shadow Forest; a place where beasts raked the lands, hunting for preys to quench their hunger. However, Darkus, driven by his thirst for power, managed to make his way through the forest no one had dared to enter and found the deadly weapon that scorches whoever it touches with unbearable pain.

On the night of the eclipse, there was a revolt lead by Darkus. The battle remained ongoing for nine days and nine nights, then ended with you in triumph. After winning a war, it is only natural to let your guard down, but doing that was your greatest mistake. At midnight, an highly skilled assassin invaded your chambers, carrying with him the Dagger Of Death. With one stab through your heart, you were killed....And after hundreds of years, you have been reincarnated. You are the only one true ruler of the underworld, but to take your throne and restart your reign, you must become stronger...strong enough to survive whatever comes at you, strong enough to protect your throne and your people and strong enough to make your enemies quiver in fear of your wrath."

That's quite tragic...my life that is. How on earth can they expect so much of a mere human? Me? Make enemies quiver? I'm sure it'll be the other way around. Back in the human world, nobody saw me as a threat. I doubt anyone even knew I existed...that was how insignificant I was and I don't think that's going to change no matter where I am.

"Well then I guess you could await your deaths like the loyal demons you are or you could be a coward and runaway!" I exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood with a little humour but no one seemed to find my words as funny as I thought it was. I slouched my shoulders sullenly. "Then what do you suppose we do? I can't blame you if you want to switch sides, because if I were you, I'd probably do the same. But do me a favour and send me back to earth first."

Gylador and Wardrock obviously disagreed with my words, but I wasn't so sure about Sapheme, she remained silent through everything, though her expression said that she actually had something to say.

"We are not switching sides and neither are we sending you back to earth. Without you to lead us, the underworld would be doomed."

I shrugged at Gylador's words. "It's already doomed, from what I can tell."

"It is not-"

"I say we send him back to his home." Sapheme suddenly spoke up. I looked to her, eyes sparkling with admiration. Atleast there's one person on my side!

"This is his home. He is Lucifer's reincarnation."

"He has no memories of his past and no power to make up for that. He's useless to us as he is. Let's not get him mixed up in our problems."

Wow! That kinda hurt.

"I'll make him useful." Gylador persisted, steely eyes narrowing down at his sister.

Sapheme shook her head. "There's not much time left. Demons will soon invade our fortress, seeking our heads to bring back to Darkus. Face it, Gylador, we can't do anything, but fight till our deaths."

At that, everyone went silent. Gylador's face hardened, jaw ticking. I could see the defeat in his eyes. He obviously had nothing more up his sleeves. Even I was rendered speechless by the truth in her words. If I leave, they will definitely die and if I don't, they had a one percent chance of surviving, if not less. I wanted to leave, I was desperate to, but my conscience wouldn't let me keep that resolve. I don't even have my memories, much less powers yet they're willing to give their lives up for me...well the past me to be precise. Even so, I can't just let them throw it away for my sake, demon or not.

"I just have to convince everyone that I'm Lucifer's reincarnation, right?" I asked, my frown unable to leave my face. I'm freaking stupid for doing this!

"What are you getting at?" Wardrock questioned.

"I'll convince those demons that I'm Lucifer's reincarnation and you guys can just stick to the usual...you know, protect me."

It's a pity...I don't have a single plan in mind. How the hell will I convince anyone that I'm Lucifer's reincarnation when I can hardly come to terms with that fact myself?