I play a Evil God in Otome Game

"Yesterday's tragedy shows us all how great a danger the world is in, my brothers," the Pope said, looking seriously at the female reporter during the interview. "God knows that humanity is under the threat of the rebellious demons."

The female reporter maintained a serious and professional expression, but her face slightly twisted at the Pope's words. It was clear she found them childish. Still, she had a professionalism to uphold.

"Yesterday's incident was something everyone regarded as terror," the reporter calmly said. "There were attacks in eight different locations. Sadly, we lost eight people, leaving behind grieving families. What do you plan to do about this?"

Though the Pope felt relief and joy at the deaths of his opponents, he managed to maintain a somber face on camera. "Yes, when I heard this tragic news, I almost suffered a heart attack. They were all loyal servants of God, fulfilling their duties faithfully. I am certain the gates of Heaven have opened for them."

"That's why I want to reassure everyone," the Pope said seriously, "these attacks, whether you believe it or not, are the result of defiance against God. They are drawing closer to the world, in the same way that caused Lucifer to abandon his duties."

"Do you think this is a sign of the apocalypse?" the reporter asked calmly. The Pope nodded in confirmation, with a look of disappointment and deep faith. "Yes, the apocalypse is closer than ever. That's why the demons are excited and are trying to hasten it with their lust for killing."

The reporter frowned. "Hearing this from you is troubling. Yet, people are still saying it's a joke. What are your thoughts?"

The Pope looked thoughtfully at the camera for a moment before speaking. "My words may sound like a bad joke. They can hear them however they wish, but this is the truth. When the apocalypse begins earlier than expected, all humanity will be at the mercy of the demons, and God will bring an end for everyone."

A brief silence fell between the reporter and the Pope. The reporter decided to end the interview as she had no more questions to ask.

[POV: Lucifer]

As the television switched off, Lucifer smiled. "Things seem to be falling into place."

"Are you sure the Pope will keep his word?" Gwen asked curiously. Lucifer turned to her, giving a confident smile. "The Pope is old and weak. Sooner or later, either death or the people will remove him from his position. People like him always cling tightly to their only hope."

"What if he betrays us?" Ethan asked, glancing at Lucifer. "Didn't you say you didn't trust the Pope before?"

"It's true that I don't trust him, but if he's necessary for my plans, then chaining his will serves me," Lucifer said mockingly. "If he betrays me, it will only harm him. After all, we have an invasion coming. Humanity will pay the price for the Pope's decisions."

Ethan would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised. "You—are you trusting humans?"

Lucifer laughed at Ethan's words, then abruptly stopped and went silent. "Do you think humanity can do anything against demons? No. That's why they will need me."

Sam didn't know whether he should be worried about Lucifer's words, but he chose to remain silent. "So, what you're saying is you want to make humans dependent on you?"

"Exactly," Lucifer confirmed, letting out a satisfied hum. "As I said, if humans want to survive, they'll have to depend on me in exchange for mutual benefits."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"But what if they still don't believe or take this lightly?" Sam asked hesitantly. He could somewhat predict what Lucifer's response would be.

Lucifer's eyes turned cold as he smiled. "Then let them taste the demons. Let them experience terror, destruction, and fear."

Thoughtfully, Lucifer added, "Then I'll wait for them to come crawling to me, begging for help."

"Isn't this a bit too harsh?" Sam stammered. Lucifer seemed to be going a bit overboard. Perhaps a softer approach might be better.

"What do you want me to do, Sam?" Lucifer looked at him critically. "If you have a better plan, then share it."

Sam wanted to say something but fell silent when nothing came to mind, sinking into his seat. Gwen frowned, thinking. "I think Lucifer's plan is good."

Ethan and Sam were surprised that Gwen supported Lucifer. Gwen gave them a look as if they were idiots. "People haven't seen anything like what's described in religions for a long time. If they find proof of this, they'll come to us faster than we expect."

Hearing Gwen's words, Lucifer smiled approvingly. "Take some lessons from Gwen, kids. You'll need them."

As Gwen grinned proudly, Ethan sighed, already feeling the headache Gwen's constant bragging would bring. Sam, on the other hand, felt happy for his friend. After all, receiving praise from Lucifer was no small feat.

"For now, we'll wait and slowly watch humanity step into chaos," Lucifer said seriously. "I'm sure something will happen soon."

"I still think this approach is too harsh," Sam sighed but said nothing further. Lucifer simply ignored him and sat back in his chair. "Be quiet, Sam. Don't forget, you're still on punishment."

"What punishment?" Sam frowned, pouting unhappily. Lucifer gave him a cold stare. "Get up and sweep the house. Clean it. If I see a single speck of dirt, I'll make you do it again."

"Do I have to, too, Lucifer?" Gwen asked with a sweet smile. Lucifer grinned. "I think Ethan and Sam are capable enough. You can stay."

Gwen stuck her tongue out at Ethan and Sam. They wanted to protest, but when they saw Lucifer's stern gaze, they reluctantly began cleaning.

Meanwhile, Azazel observed Lucifer from a window. Seeing his father working his human slaves to the bone, he smiled with pride. "Father is as exceptional and unparalleled as always."

When Azazel saw his father casually watching television with Gwen, jealousy flared in his eyes. For this human girl to even sit beside his father, let alone speak to him, was a crime.

When he reunited with his father, Azazel vowed to burn Gwen in the flames of Hell. Azazel laughed sadistically but nearly died of fright when a human hand suddenly grabbed him.

"You little bird, you can't make a nest here," Sam scolded, holding Azazel. Nearly losing his mind with rage, Azazel bit Sam's hand. Sam let out a high-pitched scream, and Azazel quickly fled from the crazy human.

"Damn it! What's wrong with these humans?"

Azazel perched under a tree. Four pigeons, looking as dumb as could be, sat on the branch in front of him and cooed. Disappointed with his new subordinates, Azazel sighed, then commanded like a general. "You will spend all day watching my father! Understood?"

The pigeons tilted their heads and stood dumbly. Azazel looked at his new minions with frustration. "Why won't these stupid things follow my orders?!"

Azazel sighed in defeat, seeing the pigeons still staring at him dumbly. "Whatever, I shouldn't expect too much from these lowly creatures."

He then continued observing his father, who was still spying through a strange human device.

Those two fools, meanwhile, were clumsily fulfilling their duties as servants. Realizing that his father was only in the observation phase for now, Azazel retreated.

"My father must be waiting for me to act," Azazel grinned eagerly. His father had to know what he was doing and was merely waiting for the right moment. Azazel would align with his father's plans.

A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes, and he grinned devilishly. "Now, who should I send? That bastard Mephisto is already missing. That greedy Mammon? No, the first thing that idiot would do is steal."

Azazel wracked his brain about which demon to send. A name came to mind, and he smiled. "Beliar will be perfect for this. That fool will fail again, but at least he'll bring the chaos my father desires."

Using his authority among the demons, Azazel entered Beliar's mind. His face immediately dropped upon arrival. The groans echoing in his head gave him a headache. That fool was once again indulging in mortal lust.

"Beliar!" Azazel growled angrily. Seeing that Beliar was still with the succubi, he sent a jolt of pain. Beliar trembled and recoiled in agony.

"A-A-A-Azazel?" Beliar stammered, trembling. Sensing his fear, Azazel smiled sadistically. "Beliar, I finally have an important task for you."

Beliar momentarily forgot his fear and grew excited. Azazel continued, "You will enter the human world and create chaos. The greater, the better."

"Does that include things like rape?" Beliar's mind wandered to mortal bodies, nearly making him lose control. Azazel's expression darkened. "You're not a lowly human, Beliar. Act like a demon and focus solely on causing chaos."

Hearing Azazel's reprimand, Beliar felt a momentary pang of disappointment but still obeyed his king. No sex with humans. At least, by embracing chaos, he might finally indulge his long-held desires.

"Remember, Beliar," Azazel said coldly, "failure doesn't matter. What matters is creating chaos."

"Understood! Trust me, my king!" Beliar grinned arrogantly, radiating confidence that struck fear in friends and foes alike. Azazel grunted and withdrew from Beliar's mind.

"Lord Beliar! Aren't you going to continue?" The succubus smiled seductively, capable of ensnaring any man's mind. Beliar paused momentarily before making a gesture, causing the succubus's body to explode, covering the area in a pool of blood.

"It seems King Azazel has sent a signal about the human I need to possess," Beliar said, recalling the coordinates of the human world. While in the human realm, Azazel continuously stole fragments of memories from human minds and sent them to Beliar.

Among these memory fragments, Beliar identified two significant individuals: a gang leader named Jonathan and a wealthy businessman named Samuel.

If Mammon were in his place, he'd choose the wealthy human without hesitation. But Beliar opted for the gang leader. After all, his goal was chaos.

Without further delay, Beliar opened a dimensional rift to the human realm and began occupying the mind of his target. Consuming the human's experiences, thoughts, and memories, Beliar laughed.

Thanks to Mephisto, the barrier of the human world had weakened even further. Feeling only a sixth of his power, Beliar savored the atmosphere of the human realm with a devilish grin.

He immediately searched for a place to wreak havoc. Fortunately, Lord Azazel hadn't just provided him with human memories; he had also given him an idea.

The gang leader was a mid-tier underground lord in Los Angeles with around 200 men. That was enough to invade at least one neighborhood. Stay connected via empire

Additionally, Beliar knew, from key memories, that the city housed prisons, which meant 2,000–3,000 more humans to manipulate.

It was worth noting that the more sinful a human was, the easier their mind was to manipulate. Perfect for creating the chaos Beliar desired.

"JJ! Gather the men! We're moving out!"

Beliar called out to JJ, his lieutenant, urging him to follow quickly. JJ, bored as usual, was startled before his mind was wiped clean, now entirely under Beliar's control.

"Yes, Lord Beliar!" JJ said emotionlessly, immediately making calls to gather the men. Beliar grinned, unable to contain his excitement. He was eager to enslave all the humans.

Anticipating the chaos to come, a devilish smile spread across his lips.