Anubis, after admiring her new chamber, walked into the inner room meant to be her bedroom. She touched the bed—it was soft, almost unreal. She lay on it, and for a moment, she felt as though she never wanted to get up.
Everything she had now, she could never have dreamed of in her past life.
She was glad she'd ended it… glad she'd met the Prince of Hell.
After lying there for a while, she got up to take her bath, but then heard a knock at the door. She walked over and opened it to find a maid holding several elegant clothes on hangers.
"My lord says these are yours. For the party, you must dress well," the maid said before leaving.
Anubis carried the clothes to her wardrobe, arranged them neatly, and proceeded to bathe. She finished quickly, then sat down to prepare for the party.
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In the grand, lavishly decorated hall sat Zeus on his black throne, flanked by his sons and daughters—even the ones whose names he couldn't recall.
He had no wife, yet children surrounded him. That was because he was Zeus.
Other demons, both high and lesser-ranking, arrived. The powerful ones sat at the long black banquet table. The lesser demons took their designated places. Maids and servants stood ready at the corners of the hall, silent, awaiting commands.
Everyone was seated, waiting for the Prince of Hell to begin the event with a speech. But Zeus, leisurely seated on his throne, simply stared at the entrance, as if waiting for someone.
A few powerful demons, believing themselves entitled to speak, began to grow restless. One of them was Yama, a powerful rival of Zeus. He never passed up a chance to try and humiliate him.
Though he'd challenged Zeus to many duels and lost each one, Yama only grew more determined to surpass him.
Sensing an opportunity, Yama stood, clearing his throat.
"My lord... isn't it disgraceful to keep your subjects waiting? Who is it that's worth making you wait? Don't you think such behavior is an insult?" Yama asked with a mocking smirk.
Zeus casually cleaned his ear with his pinky.
"Did you say something, Yama? I must've missed it. Say it again?"
"I said you've been insulted, and as a leader, it's poor form to keep your subjects waiting."
"Hmm. I don't see anyone else complaining."
"Be—"
"My lord, I'm sorry I kept you waiting. The place is so big and beautiful, I lost my way..."
An angelic, yet mystic voice interrupted. All heads turned toward the sound—and there she was.
A stunning, captivating demon girl walked into the room. Gasps echoed as many stared in awe. Some glared, others whispered.
She walked confidently to the throne and stood beside Zeus, unfazed by the gazes stripping her bare.
"My lord, sorry to keep you waiting," she said, bowing slightly.
"Hmph! She dares keep the Lord waiting... I bet she's in for her punishment," Sloth whispered to Lust beside her.
"He won't do a thing," Lust said calmly, smiling.
"Ho—"
"It's alright, Anubis," Zeus cut in, shocking Sloth and nearly everyone present.
"Let me introduce you to everyone."
"See? I told you," Lust whispered, mockingly. Sloth clenched her fists, her eyes burning as she glared at Anubis.
Yama clicked his tongue.
"Who is this baby fly? She even had the gall to make Zeus wait?!" he cursed inwardly.
Aloud, he said, "Perhaps you're the rumored Anubis?"
Anubis, walking alongside Zeus, paused and turned to face him.
"Of course. Do you have a problem?" she asked, squinting at the smug demon.
"Ho ho! You've got some nerve. Didn't your 'dear Lord' tell you who I am? I could squeeze you like... hmm, what do humans call that food again? Cheese! Yes—I could squeeze you like cheese if you dare me!"
"Tsk. You should find your equals to squeeze. Aren't you ashamed, threatening a little demon like me? If you keep going, you'll only embarrass yourself in front of the lesser demons. I'll face you when I'm strong enough, but for now—stop ranting."
She noticed him glancing around.
"Don't worry. No one heard me. Just think about what I said."
With that, she walked back toward Zeus.
"You sure have guts, huh?!" Zeus grinned. He'd heard everything—even though no one else had.
No one had ever spoken to Yama like that. Not even him.
"I want to be like my master," Anubis said confidently.
Zeus raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
She nodded.
"Very well. We'll see."
He cleared his throat and addressed the gathering:
"Welcome, everyone. Make yourselves comfortable—enjoy the party."
He turned toward his throne and began walking. Anubis followed him, looking confused.
"My lord, is that all you have to say?" she asked.
"Yes, of course... unless you have something to say?"
"Uhm... nah. I don't."
"Then come. I'll introduce you to my children."
Anubis followed. As they approached the gathered demons, she whispered:
"My lord... aren't your children many? Do you even know all their names?"
"Only the important ones. The rest? I don't know—and I don't care. I've sired many children, even on Earth. They don't bother to know me because they have everything they want. Besides, I'm the Prince of Hell. I'm bound to have as many children as I please. Do you understand now?"
She stared at him in awe and nodded.
"Good. Come meet the important ones," he added with a grin.
"Father!" a male voice called. Anubis turned toward it. The voice was smooth, and the demon who owned it—handsome, with sharp features—smiled at her. She blushed slightly and looked away, embarrassed.
"Daemon!" Zeus greeted, approaching him.
"How have you been?"
"Well, Father. And who is she?" Daemon asked, eyes on Anubis.
"My slave. She's new here and works for me. Anubis is her name. Isn't it lovely?"
"It is, Father. It truly is."
"Good. Let's meet the others."
Daemon turned to Anubis. "So you're new here?"
"Yes, I am," she said, still blushing.
"Very well. I'll take you as my little sister." He patted her head and walked away.
"Hmph. 'Little sister' my foot," Anubis cursed inwardly, glaring at his back.
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"Anubis, this is Draven, Asmodeus, Kalma, Medusa, Osiris, Azazel, and Moira. Of course, you've already met Daemon. These are my sons and daughters. Go greet them."
She approached and greeted the named demons. Some responded kindly. Others glared.
She smiled sweetly at the friendly ones—and mentally marked the hostile ones. Their time would come. Just not yet. She was still too weak.
She simply smiled lightly and returned to Zeus.
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"My lord, I want to ask you something," Anubis said, standing before Zeus, now seated on his throne.
"Huh... What is it?" he replied, uninterested at first, but upon seeing her expression, he sighed.
"Fine. Go ahead."
"Is there any rule against killing each other here?"
Zeus burst into laughter, causing Anubis to frown.
"You're already thinking of who to kill? Let me give you some advice—don't even try. If you do, you'll get yourself killed. They are far more powerful than you right now. You're just a fledgling. You haven't even practiced your powers yet.
I won't be merciful a second time. If you lose this life, that's it. You have a purpose. Don't destroy yourself trying to rush it. Be patient. Learn. I'll send you on missions to help you grow in power. But for now, be calm and learn from them."
Anubis nodded slowly, taking his words to heart.
"Thank you, Master," she said, excusing herself from the party. She was tired and needed to rest.
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On her way to her chamber, she suddenly felt... uneasy. Like she was being watched.
Only one name came to mind.
"Sloth," she whispered, chuckling.
"Oh, dear Sloth... isn't it too tiring for you to keep lurking around and following me? Aren't you too old for that? Or do you have nothing better to do?" she said mockingly.
Sloth emerged from the shadows, seething, ready to strike—when someone grabbed her hand.
"Don't you think you're going too far, Sloth?" came a calm, cold voice.
It was Azazel, the fourth son of Zeus.
"Let me go!" Sloth demanded, trying to wrench her hand free.
"And if I don't? She's just a kid. Why waste your energy and jealousy on her? Don't tell me you're that cheap," Azazel said.
Anubis couldn't help but snicker. Sloth, burning with rage, glared—but did nothing. Not in Azazel's presence. She ripped her hand away and vanished in fury.
"Hey, halfwit. You think you'll always be lucky?" Azazel said, turning to Anubis, who was still grinning.
"Who are you calling a halfwit, you scumbucket!" she snapped back, making his face darken.
"I shouldn't have helped you... halfwit," he muttered, walking off.
"And who asked for your help?!" Anubis called after him, then huffed and headed toward her chambers.