My Adventure Romance as Noble Devil Heir in the 1950's is a Thriller, as I Expected: Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Day in the Life of Devil Heir

With a yawn, he woke up from his accursed dream. Opening his eyes, he stared up at the clear, sunless sky above as a large dragon flew overhead. It was so strange seeing the bright blue sky without a sun. It simply looked out of place despite the nine years that had already passed since he woke up in this world yet this was the norm. If the sun were to shine in hell, something must have went horribly wrong.

“You dreamt about your naming ceremony again, haven’t you Diodora?” The soft voice of his brother called out from beside him. Shifting on the bed of grass he laid on, he turners and found Ajuka laying down beside him in his full regalia with out a care in the world, “The curse of the Scholar I suppose,” his brother added.

He grimaced at the reminder of the Astaroth Clan’s signature ability. The Scholar, what an infuriating useful yet annoying ability. Could he not remember everything he ever experienced down to the last detail? He wanted some, not all of it!

“Just how the hell do you keep guessing that right?” He then muttered as he forced himself to sit up and stretch. “You know I hate getting reminded of my naming ceremony,” he added as he pat himself on the cheeks.

From his old life to the new, he could remember it at all. At Least he didn’t have to hide being mature though hormones can be quite annoying. To be young again, as fun as it is, he missed having a brain that was mature.

“Deduced, not guessed,” His brother would then reply as he cracked open an eye. Gazing up at him, he then noted, “That particular frown of your is reserved for Grandfather,”

At his brothers words, he felt that frown grow deeper. “I really don’t want to talk about it, ok?” he muttered as his face burn with indignation. Off course he was going to be screaming at the sight of a building sized tentacle reaching out for him, it was all the natural reaction!

With a chuckle, the older man sat up before reaching out to ruffle his hair, “You know, it’s not his fault that he’s scary” His brother would then remind him.

He grumbled back in reply as he crossed his legs and rested his chin. “I’m not scared of Grandpa,” he reasoned with him, “I was just surprised back then when I met him. I didn’t expect him to be that huge…” Fearing Granpa was a strong word and one that would deeply upset the ancient being. Surprised would be an appropriate word… yes, he was surprised.

“So you say Diodora, so you say” Ajuka replied as he slowly got up and dusted himself.

There would be some silence between them as they shared the moment together, watching the rollings hills and gentle slopes of the mountains dotting the Astaroth land. Looking up at Ajuka, it was hard to see him as nothing more as his brother. So soft spoken and patient, was this he really the Devil that broke Beelzebub?

As his brother turned his attention back at him, he saw the disappointment hidden under those cross shaped pupils. He flinched away, feeling shame creep up his chest. “You skipped your lessons again,” he told him as the man ran his hands through his hair, “Mother’s currently tearing the castle looking for you.”

He let out a nervous laugh as he glanced at their ancestral home over on the other hill. Even from here, he could hear the faint shouting of a woman out for blood. Mother had expected him to be hiding in his room or garden, not outside the walls of their home. A bit foolhardy but, “I was just taking a nap, that’s all,” He excused himself.

“It’s already been six hours” His brother deadpanned.

“A good long nap,” he then replied, still refusing to meet his gaze as he scratched his cheeks.

“So say that Devil that declared he’ll be rather be lustful than lazy,” His brother then said with a chuckle. While his brother meant it to be a light jest, he still couldn’t help but frown back.

He frowned once more as he felt irritation bubble up his chest. “Why are you here anyways? Don’t have more important things to do as Beelzebub?” He then asked as he glared back at his brother. It was infuriating at times to be under the supervision of family. He missed the freedoms he had.

“Can’t I have a hand in making sure my little brother grows up to be big and strong?” Ajuka replied as he gave him a soft smile. “Besides, still have a few years worth of vacation saved up. Cashing them into to spend time with my little brother seems like a fun time.”

Diodara’s brow twitched as he argued, “It’s been nine years.”

His brother would only shrug back as they replied, “When you’ve been working for more than five hundred years, you save up quite a lot of days.”

Sensing that his brother wasn’t going away anytime soon, he decided to clam up, hoping it’ll do the trick. Still, despite the minutes stretching, his brother remained. Unable to hold it on any longer, he then spat out, “Ok fine, I’ll go back. Can you just give me a minute?”

His brother sighed as he replied, “I understand that you’re bored but please, take your lessons a bit more seriously, brother. If not for mothers sanity, for your own sake.”

He felt his hackles rise at his brothers lecturing. “So what if I skipped a few classes? Big deal, I’ve already memorized the library,” he reminded his brother as he shrugged, “Perks of the Scholar I guess.”

Standing up, he then walked over some distance away. Breathing in deeply, he drew in deep inside him, inside the bubbling pit that was his very core. He could feel the raw chaotic energy of his mana flowing both within and from his connection to the land.

He could feel it thrumming in his hands as he weaved the circle for a spell, energy spilling through it as he shaped it to his will, a pathway to his room. Drawing ever more from himself before it fizzled out, his core drying out before he could even complete.

With a frustrated growl, he formed a fireball instead and toss it over at the distance. With a huff, he growled out, “But it’s not like I can use them just yet,” He couldn’t form a gate spell for both him and his brother, all he could do were the simple fireworks of a common magi. “I’m too young for some of the stronger spells. I simply don’t have the reserves yet and it’s not like you’ll let me go out to do some contracts?”

Turning to his brother, he looked up to them hopefully. It would quickly be squashed as they shook their head in negative. “The answer is still no,” Ajuka unfortunately denied his silent plea. He clicked his tongue at that; it was worth try.

“Figures,” He muttered as he reached up and scratched his mop of blue hair. “So yeah, I’m stuck in my progression and I’m bored because of it,” He admitted. He had every spell in his mind, neatly tucked in their little corner but some proved to be illusive and out of reach; mostly out of power.

As he moped, he felt his brothers hands rest on top of his head once more. Pushing it away, he glared back at him as the man had the gal at smiling at him, “Oh little brother, you still have so much more to learn,” His brother told him as he flashed him a conspiratorial grin, “You might know everything in the library but that doesn’t mean you can use it effectively.”

His frown deepened but he held his tongue as he listened to what the man had to say. Ruffling his hair once more, he pulled away as he walked off just a dozen paces, enough for a demonstration. He felt his brow rise at the sudden occasion. This definitely needed his attention.

“Knowing the spell is half the challenge,” His brother explained as he held out his hands and weaving the mana into the air into a tiny mote of light. It was so small, so soft that he could barely feel it.

With a casual flick, the mote expanded, stretching as a hole at the very fabric of space opened up to show his room. “Knowing how to apply it and master it in a way that it breaks every convention? You have to be a bit more creative with it,” He replied as he motioned for him to inspect it.

Frowning, he obliged. Surely he didn’t expect him to believe that he managed to make a portal with just that mana right? As he inspected it, jumping right through and feeling the very air for a faint trace leading back to his brother, he found none. All that stand before him was a self contained spell, one made from the tiniest of amount of effort, “How…”

“I didn’t take you for a Bael that’ll just brute force everything with copious amount of mana,” His brother chuckled before he asked him,“How does one makes a spell?”

“Start, Shape, Shoot” He quickly listed out the simplest of steps. It was a gross oversimplification but the Magic wielded by Devils is both deceptively complex and simple at the same time. “But I’ve already done those but I’m still coming out short of the Shaping. I’m already squeezing my self dry here!” He argued, unsure on how the hell his brother pulled it off. Did it used ambient energy? Perhaps its an illusion.

His racing thoughts would come to a screeching halt when his brother asked him, “Have you ever considered Dividing the concept?”

“Divide?” He whispered as he tried wrapping his mind around it.

“Make the concept simpler,” His brother helpfully explained as he brought up a fireball in his hands. Holding it out for him, he then asked, “What is a fire? Heat, Fuel and Air. Create all three and you get?”

“Fire…” He answered before it clicked, “God-Ow! Damn it all, it was that easy?” He cursed, kicking himself for it. He could have just made smaller things to build the larger thing instead of forcing it out all in one go.

“But wait, isn’t this more tedious?” He frowned as he paced around, a part of his mind wandering to the knowledge on the basics while another reviewed the lessons given to him by his brother. Technically, this goes everything he had been thought. Why over complicate the process?

“This requires you to make more spells at the same time since you’re technically combining it… it’ll take someone that can think multiple things at the same time and…” He muttered before trailing off, slapping himself on the face for missing the answer. He covered his face as he breathed in before letting a cry of frustration.

Dragging his palm across his face, he let out a huff before throwing his hands up in the air, “You know what, forget what I said,” It seems that the Scholar was not so infallible after all.

“I never heard a thing,” His brother nodded sagely, “Your Tutor might not know this but give them a little bit of credit. They still know a thing or two about the spells they teach. He’s not going to coddle you with the simple stuff, he’s my Caster after all.”

He let out a huff as his shoulder sagged, “Fine, I’ll keep attending his lecture,” Looking at this, he was acting like a petulant child; one more thing to annoy him. Still, being a child does have its perks. Grinning, he then said, “Besides, I can’t wait to show him this spell I had in mind.”

“Oh?” His brother replied, his brow raised in intrigue.

“It’s not in the library but I know this’ll work!” He told him as excitement gripped his heart. If things can be simplified to their basest form to reduce the need for the mana to fuel it, the concept he had in mind should work in theory. Looking up to his brother, he begged him, “Can I test it? Please?”

“I am here…” his brother replied hesitantly before he laughed. “Eh, sure, why the hell not?”

He pumped his fist as he danced in celebration. “You won’t be disappointed!” He told him as he ran off a safe distant and found a target in mind. The mountain peak should be a big enough target for him.

Closing his eyes, he tapped into his core. He once more felt the mana coursing through him, making his being, as he gathered it. Shaping it to his will, he guided it to gather what he needed. The very hydrogen of the air was fuel enough, no need to force it into existence. To contain it, gravity. Its growing mass only serving to make things easier.

Gathering it, refining its purity, forcing it into a tiny space. More and more did the mass grew yet it size never change, a mere pinprick in his arms. Slowly, it grow heavier, the denser until it glowed with the fury of a thousand sun.

He hissed at the heat and the light but this pain he felt, it made him grin. With barely contained glee, he aimed at the mountain, the power in his hands barely holding together until finally, he let loose. A small lance of light struck out from his palm to the top of the mountain, blinding him temporarily before the light faded.

For a moment, there was nothing. He pouted at the failure before he let out a cry of surprise as Ajuka grab him just as a blinding flash of light washed over them. A roar of the explosion was almost deafening but even under his brothers protective hold, he saw it. With his magic, he had made the sun.

“Hehehahahaahah!” He laughed as Ajuka let go, letting them both enjoy the sight of the mushroom cloud rising over the horizon.

“Diodora…” His brother whispered.

“I’m am fucking God-Ow!” He laughed out maniacally.

“I advice you to fly,” His brother then advised him.

“Why? I’m pretty sure that I mountain was uninhabited and it’s not like I caused a landslide,” He then asked, cocking his head at him. Looking back at the crater that was once the peak of the mountain, he saw only melted rock and water flowing down the slope. There was no catastrophic landslide from the explosion.

“It’s not that,” His brother replied slowly before both of them froze as an incoherent screech of rage filled the valley.

“Diodora Astaroth!” His mother shouted as the very sky themselves darkened, “Come down here right this instant!”

“This is going to suck,” Diodara whispered as Ajuka gave him a comforting pat. There was no escaping this now that his mother was involved. All he can do now was face the consequence of his actions.

On that day, I learned not to unleash nuclear fire on the mountains like some irresponsible Bael the first time they learned the power of Destruction. Even with Ajuka to guide me, it still took me weeks to reverse the effect but it was well worth it. That just meant I had more time with my brother. He truly was the best.

A/N:

Got distracted. Will go back to Seoul Kitchen after this. Hope you guys like it though.