"Th-the Demon is just behind these doors," The King informed us shakily, as we stopped in front of a large doorway.

"Huh, so this Demon isn’t imprisoned deep down in a dungeon like you and Lucifer were in Hematite and Obsidian," I said to Satan thoughtfully.

"Yes, this saves us some time, we don’t have to walk down several flights of stairs," Responded Satan with a nod, as the King hesitantly placed his palm onto the middle of the doors, before they slowly began to slide open.

"You stay out here, Frielektra, just in case. I’ll break the control device, and Satan, seeing you should make sure that this Demon doesn’t attack me, so I’ll need you to come in with me," I remarked, as the doors fully opened.

"Very well, then. As for you, if you try to trap us or something of the sort, she will kill you and everyone else in this place without hesitation," Satan threatened the King, as he nodded at Frielektra, who was distracted by a fly buzzing around her head.

He and I then entered the room, before I found the light switch and flipped it on, illuminating the space, before my gaze fell onto a Demon at the back of the room, unconscious with the same control devices on their torso, wrists, ankles and neck that Lucifer and Satan had.

"Can’t tell if that’s a man or a woman," I mused, as we walked over and approached the Demon.

"That is Aratron, the Demon General of Sorrow, he is male," Satan informed me, as I knelt down in front of the restrained Demon and placed my hand on the control device around his right wrist, cracks starting to spread out across it as Azazel got to work.

He had blue skin, of a shade slightly lighter than Azazel’s more dark blue skin. He was of about average height with a slender, kinda feminine build, with longish, glossy blonde emo-like hair that fell over and covered his left eye.

As I shattered the first control device and then moved onto the one on his left wrist, his eyelids began to flutter open, revealing light blue eyes with the whites of the eyes black like all Demons. He had one long, narrow horn on the middle of his forehead, which was sharp and pointy.

The tip of his tail was curved and sharped, resembling the blade of a sickle. His eyes were open now, but they were dull, seems like he isn’t quite conscious yet.

’Hm, these control devices are a bit more advanced than the ones myself, Lucy and Lord Satan were restrained with. Fortunately, these are not beyond my ability to destroy, it will just take a few seconds longer,’ Azazel informed me, as the second control device then shattered and I moved on to one of the control devices around Aratron’s ankles.

’That’s fine, it’s like we’re in a big rush or anything. Just keep doing what you’re doing.’

It wasn’t much longer before he shattered the devices around the ankles, as I moved on to the one around Aratron’s neck.

Once that one shattered too, I moved my hands down to the last control device, the biggest one, around his torso. Cracks spread out across the device as Azazel began working on it, pieces of it breaking off and hitting the floor with a clatter, before shattering to bits.

"What...? Where am I...?" He muttered in a slight daze, looking around before a hint of murderous intent began to appear in his eyes as his gaze fell onto me.

"It has been some time, Aratron. It’s good to see you again, my friend," Smiled Satan, stepping into his line of sight before he could attack me.

"Is...is that you, Lord Satan?" He responded with wide eyes, the animosity in his eyes fading.

"Yes, it is. Come, let’s get you out of here. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, I shall tell you everything once we leave this place," Remarked Satan, helping him up.

"Of course, my Lord...but, I must ask this much. Why are you with a human?" Frowned Aratron, giving me a dirty look.

"I understand your consternation, but fear not...this human has proven himself to be trustworthy, and there are a number of others like him. He is the one who freed me, and we have established our own nation, with people of a wide range of species and races coexisting peacefully. We shall not engage in pointless conflict, we will only kill those who attack us," Stated Satan, as he led him out of the room.

"O-okay, I fulfilled your request, the Demon is free! N-now leave my nation and never come back!" Exclaimed the King while trembling, as we walked out the room.

Sounds like he’s not interested in forging a peace treaty, huh? Well, whatever, so long as he doesn’t try to attack Arcadia, we won’t have a problem.

"Are we done here now? Can we go back?" Inquired Frielektra hopefully.

"Hm...I’ve got an idea, why don’t we meet with Izzy and Lucifer, and have them take Aratron back to Arcadia while the three of us head to Zircon and free the last Demon?" I suggested after mulling it over.

"Yes, that sounds good to me. We might as well get this matter over and done with instead of waiting for another day," Nodded Satan after considering it for a bit.

"You really do seem to trust this human, Lord Satan. And...why do I sense Azazel’s presence from him?" Frowned Aratron with a perplexed look on his face...

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