Lucifer stared at the goblins that cowered before him like mice. How long would it take to get them to an acceptable level of self-reliance, one that would minimize his participation in their growth.

Lucifer was not saying that they did not do a good job on their own, they did it was he would never take pride in them as they were now.

Currently, they were cowering, he needed to protect them despite such a massive weakness on their part. What was Lucifer to do but do well with what he had?

The first step would begin him on his path - onto his own roadmap as a guardian. Surely there would be suitable rewards if he tempered their weakness into power, he would do that.

He would utilize their numbers to do the boring bits of living in his stead like building. No…

He would do that, just that he would do it later. He would have to communicate with the residents of the village… whose name was lost on him. It was… Bo, what was it…

Bounei. That was what it was called. It was the only blue screen that Lucifer got of a info that discerned something very important to him that regarded this very village. He needed to make them autonomous with his name. Below him in power, he would never train them to be the scythe of the reaper, he would be the reaper using the power of his body as his weapon. They would just be tools, all of which he would use to make him gain the glory that Lucifer once held.

“Who was the current leader of the village?” Lucifer asked, his eyes pandering to his own awareness.

“Eeek!” A goblin cried, gaining the focus of his gaze.

“I will ask once more, who amongst your kind is the eldest?” Lucifer asked to the village as a whole.

Without missing a beat a voice cried out.

“It is I humanoid, I would be willing to listen to reason… if you spare them from…” The elder mumbled. Stopping as if he were contemplating something.

The elder's eyes glanced downwards at the collapsed goblin that began to get up. His eyes shifted from worry to appeasement.

“Eh, so Medo Fowr was not dead. That is fine… good actually.” The eldest goblin noted. Medo Fowr was shaking, holding his breath as the communication between the two continued on.

“So as you were saying, you're here to rule us?” The eldest asked. Every other goblin could only listen in, hoping that the fate of Medo Fowr would not become their own.

Lucifer kept silent when the eldest of the village of Bounei asked the question.

He did not see the value in sparing the stubby wrinkled goblin any words.

“It is tradition to prove your worth when you make bold claims, you have come back even after fighting red tail. What came of that bout? You appear injured humanoid… our kind did a number on you. So if it is revenge…” The elder goblin pandered to him.

“What of it? I told you, being frank as I can spare. I defeated your guardian, and as I do not like protecting things like some knight I shall be taking up a higher, more suitable role one of a king.”

Lucifer stated. His eyes holding the confidence of a ruler.

“For I am your new ruler and if you need evidence I don't mind carrying on with another bout. These injuries won't kill me if they are not healed immediately.” Lucifer heeded.

“Hmm. It is as you say… uh, might I ask your name…” The eldest goblin asked.

“Defeat me in such a duel and you will become worthy of knowing my name, for now, you shall call me humanoid. Even if that is rude to others to me what else could you call me?” Lucifer asked the chieftain rhetorically.

“Huh… makes sense, humanoid.” The elder seemed to grow more confident after a mere moment of dialogue.

“Then the same offer is extended to you, I shall tell you my name if you win along with whatever it means to be a king.” The elder confirmed.

Lucifer wondered why a term like king sounded so strange, in particular, the adverse reaction of the goblin chieftain had to it.

“Shall we start goblin?” Lucifer questioned, raising in eyebrow in response to the forthcoming answer that would surely come back to him moments later.

“Yes, we shall humanoid claiming our kind as his own. A king, of no place under the watch of I. Chieftan of Bounei accept your duel, may the gods watch over us in their almighty glory.” The goblin praised, commencing the start of the duel.

“Sure.” Lucifer grinned, he cracked his knuckles. After recalling his lost CP his positive mood lessened. He lost out on CP… he could always get some later.

But now, it was time to give the chieftain hell and test the extents of his new strength. He was feeling tingly, the chieftain was hunched, surely he would lose in a flash…

His age would make this an obvious win. Those with the knowledge of the past couldn't move as well if they were not in their prime.

The elder's eyes shown something else nevertheless… they seemed to light up with a flare that only young people had. Seen often with those with the ambition to succeed.

His eyes moved, carrying that same spark those in their prime had. That was not the only thing that set the elder apart from the ordinary goblins,

He noticed that the chieftain began to mumble strange words, as a result have Lucifer question his own strength.

The swirling droplet of water in his hand that hovered caused him to wonder about the unseen variable.

Could he win? Magic or not, Lucifer had no room to doubt any component of the forthcoming duel.

He would prevail this instance in an instant. For he had yet to escape his prime.

It was youth that spurred humanity and demon kind forward.

Now, what spurred the chieftain to act like he did? The village? If it was...

They would be sharing a goal then, not that it would be made known to the eldest goblin any time soon.

This was now Lucifer's village. He would surely make the goblin before him do all the work.

His happiness escaped him, and a menacing smile was displayed before all of his future subjects.

This really was like when he first was told to rule Hell.

This time around ruling cost only his life. It was dirt cheap. He wouldn't treat the elder's dream with any disrespect like the others did to him.

Be prideful for when you can spare to be so, when you cant, break into another mold.

Even if that mold is one of the champion of Hell. The worst mold of them all.