I PUT ON my armor and strap my sword to my side. After checking myself for the last time in the mirror, I leave for the arena.
The entire stadium is filled with all the high ranking demons and their slaves. At the front, is my Father and Mother, Lilith sitting on a high chair. Beside them is seated Behemoth with a huge scowl on his face. By the looks of it, he doesn’t have any faith in Flauros. Probably thinks this whole duel is a waste of his time.
When I entered the arena, the whole crowd erupted in loud cheers.
“Asmodeus! Asmodeus! Asmodeus!”, My name could be heard from miles and miles away.
I unsheathe my sword and raise it in the air causing the crowd to yell even louder. I’m being treated like this because I am the first born son of Lucifer, the next to rule all the nine King
