"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to announce the new demon of high society! Please welcome the heir, Aikren Bael!!"
The presenter is really putting in the effort.
But Aikren noticed something else too.
They didn't mention his businesses.
It seemed his dear father was trying to undermine his influence now that he was no longer under his control…
It made sense.
Even though he currently controlled only four districts, they were extremely popular—so much so that beings from other factions came just to see the "District of Debauchery."
It's not easy to accept that your now-rebellious son is so successful.
Hmm.
Let's play a little game.
This party lacks something.
It needs to be more demonic.
But let's save that for later.
Aikren stepped forward onto the stage, and all eyes turned to him.
Without the need for a microphone, his voice echoed throughout the hall.
"Good morning, distinguished guests."
Whispers spread through the room.
"That's the child who supports the old customs."
"To think he's like this at such a young age…"
A genius—or a madman?
That was the question.
Suddenly, Lord Bael stepped onto the stage.
"We are pleased to announce that House Bael has signed alliances through two marriages."
Aikren knew his fiancées would be introduced, but being interrupted like this annoyed him slightly.
Of course, his eternal smile didn't show it.
"Please welcome to the stage House Sitri and House Phoenix."
Two families emerged from behind the stage.
Only one of them surprised Aikren.
House Phoenix was expected.
They were disgustingly rich, so of course they could reach an agreement through marriage with a super-demon.
For the past century, they had been trying to expand their influence by any means necessary—having their two eldest sons participate in Rating Games, or attempting to marry off their youngest son to the Gremory heiress.
But the Sitri were a surprise.
By controlling the hospitals of the Underworld, they were certainly rich—
but not as rich as the Phoenix.
They had influence, but not as much as the Phoenix (if we don't count Serafall Leviathan).
So seeing them in a marriage contract was unexpected.
Still, one doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
The two girls he was now engaged to looked… satisfied?
Sona Sitri appeared calm.
While the even younger Ravel looked as if she were staring at her prince.
The Maous were invited, but so far they showed no reaction.
Only Serafall Leviathan (formerly Sitri) was biting into a handkerchief and crying.
The two super-demons, Ajuka Beelzebub and Sirzechs Lucifer, had neutral expressions.
And Falbium Asmodeus was sleeping.
"So please, enjoy the party—"
Before the sentence could finish, Aikren's voice rang out.
"Yes, dear guests, I've noticed that these parties don't truly reflect our race…"
Lord Bael was confused, but before he could silence Aikren, he was teleported to the floor below, leaving only Aikren and the Phoenix and Sitri families on the stage.
TOC.
The sound of his staff striking the floor echoed.
And reality warped.
The grand hall grew even larger.
Fountains of chocolate, cheese, and drugs the size of houses appeared.
Delicacies of all kinds floated through the air.
Lights flashed everywhere.
"I bring you everything enjoyable from my beloved Pleasure District."
"But who better to introduce our new parties—with fully equipped pleasure halls—than the esteemed Lord Valentino!"
His smile widening, Aikren raised his hand toward a door.
From it emerged a very tall figure.
Valentino, the moth demon.
"Hello, esteemed guests. I'm delighted to come and fix this boring party,"
he said in a sultry tone.
"We have the best adult actresses from the studio, completely free. Don't worry about breaking them—we can fix them."
The once-elegant demons felt something ignite in their chests.
Valentino's pheromone-laced presence pushed them to follow their instincts.
The Maous weren't affected—but that didn't mean they didn't want to be.
Like men starving with a growling hunger below, the three male Maous began to shift restlessly at the sight of the beautiful demons who appeared.
Even more so when they saw the rising adult star, Angel Dust.
Serafall, meanwhile, jumped from her seat to try to stop Sona from seeing this.
"Singles and married alike—let your instincts run free,"
Valentino concluded.
And before it began—
"To liven things up even more, I've brought a future star: Miss Beelzebub!"
Without questioning who dared to use the name Beelzebub, music began to play.
From the colorful ceiling descended a woman—half fox, half insect, over two meters tall—singing and hyping up the crowd.
"We've prepared Beelzejuice for you—a honey made by Beelzebub herself, for the brave who dare to try it."
Aikren continued to excite the abstinent crowd of demons.
"Be demons."
He finished.
And before everything completely descended into chaos, Aikren teleported—with his fiancées—to a random balcony in the mansion.
The other young demons withdrew upon seeing how the once "reliable" and always "upright" adults gave in to their instincts.
On the balcony—where moments ago it had been daytime—now shone the night sky of the Underworld.
Temporal manipulation at work.
Aikren looked at his stunned fiancées.
But little Ravel Phoenix, realizing they were alone, leapt into his arms and looked up at him.
"Are you my prince?"
she asked innocently.
Aikren chuckled softly.
"Oh, dear, I can be many things—but yes, I suppose I could be a prince."
"Yay!"
She hugged him tighter.
Aikren then looked at Sona.
"And you? Don't you want to give me a hug?"
he asked teasingly.
Sona blushed slightly and raised her finger threateningly.
"I'm still testing you! I'll only marry a man smarter than me!"
You're only four years old…
But he didn't say that.
Instead, he spoke a few words to please her.
For now, they were just girls—but eventually, they would become beautiful women.
I can wait. In the meantime, let's spoil them a little.
Four months had passed since that chaotic party.
And chaotic it truly was.
Apparently, Sirzechs Lucifer was desperately trying to avoid divorcing an enraged Lucifuge wife.
Many servants went looking for their masters when they failed to return—and discovered a scene that made its way into newspapers and demonic social networks.
The venerable "lords" of the Underworld, nobles included, had fallen to their most primal instincts.
It was excellent publicity, by the way.
At least for Aikren's business.
Aside from a minor incident where Serafall tried to turn him into ice cubes—only to flee the party and later find a blushing Sona.
After four months, he now had ten districts under his name.
The residents themselves demanded to be part of the "District of Debauchery."
It was a safe business (for him).
In exchange for freely indulging your instincts to the fullest, you had to pay enormous sums of money—until you were drained dry and had no choice but to trade parts of your soul.
He sighed at how easy it was to buy abstinent demons.
By the way, he left Beelzebub in charge of much of the area, and eventually planned for each of the Seven Deadly Sins to have its own city.
For now, he focused on what attracted the most visitors—like Beelzebub's parties.
Thanks to that, a significant profit was generated from her honey.
Apparently, it was a very good drug.
It also seemed that a fallen angel with blond bangs had been seen strolling through these districts.
He would pay him a visit later.
He still faced attempts at sabotage—but they only provided more voices for Alastor's radio program.
He was considering when to implement the Cannibal District for the most disturbed sinners.
He visited his fiancées from time to time.
Once the city was fully under his control, he planned to expand his business to the human world.
Why?
For several reasons.
First: humans + corruption = more sinners.
Second:
If humans went to one of his casinos and "coincidentally" lost all their money, there would be a demon waiting, ready to make a deal in exchange for pieces of their soul—and if they were desperate enough, with a bit of "luck," they'd sell their entire soul without blinking.
And by "a bit of luck," he meant that a loved one just happened to be in trouble, and they had already lost all their money.
All thanks to a very special individual:
Overlord Zestial.
The new Overlord, roaming the streets with the role of information broker and temporarily in charge of assassination squads.
Lastly—
"Sir Pentious reporting for duty!"
A serpent.
A very useful serpent.
An inventor, to be precise.
And alongside him—
A woman.
Carmilla Carmine.
Now in charge of trafficking weapons such as divine spears and Sacred Gears.
Together, the two were truly terrifying.
A weapons master with thousands of arms—and a genius inventor?
This was going to be very interesting.
TO BE CONTINUED