1. The Boy Who Sold His Soul
“Ugh… I really still can’t… handle this…”
Our Devil Miss, after leaving the temporarily borrowed enclosed small room, immediately found a restroom with a black line on her forehead, turned on the faucet, and quickly washed her hands over and over, as if she could cleanse the blood stained on her hands in this way.
No, it’s not right to say the blood was stained on her hands, right? After all… the bullet that pierced the boy’s forehead was shot by him himself～
This was an opportunity for self-punishment given to the boy by the Devil Miss. If the boy had not shot at her but obediently shot at himself, the bullet fired from the gun would have been nothing more than a small marble that would give him just a tiny bit of punishment.
The reason the bullet shot by the boy at the Devil Miss hit himself was that the moment he conceived the idea of “shooting at the Devil Miss,” it triggered the Mental Interference Magic that the Devil Miss had set up in advance inside the handgun, reversing his perception and simultaneously converting the bullet in the gun into genuine gunpowder.
In other words, the boy’s ending was entirely a case of being too clever for his own good—his own doing!
“Ugh~ Although it’s been two years… I still can’t quite get used to killing…”
After washing her hands, the Devil Miss bounced her way down the alley back to her lair, pouting a bit in grievance as she spoke to herself.
“Clearly, I’ve sold my soul to that stinky old man to become a demon, yet every time I take down those beasts, I still feel a bit uncomfortable… Sigh, this state is not conducive to executing justice～”
That’s right, our dear Devil Miss is not a born demon, but a demon transformed and fallen from a human body.
Two years ago, she was still a boy with a relatively happy family and a lovely younger sister. However, all of that ended quietly on that day two years ago.
The specific reasons are things the Devil Miss doesn’t want to recall; anyway, it was similar to the case she just dealt with. After the incident, she, the former Devil Miss, jumped off a mountain top to protect her family and sister, and ended her life in frustration.
Then, her soul went to Hell, where she met the “person” who changed her fate.
The lord of all Hell, the symbol of disaster and misfortune—Satan.
To be honest, the Devil Miss was quite shocked when she first met Satan. Due to the influence of the internet, she had imagined Satan as a devil with red skin; in reality, he was far from that.
With black armor that burned like lava, long hair that flowed down like ink, a seven-pointed crown on his head, and those crimson eyes that exuded endless majesty, capable of looking down on the world… If no one told her this was Satan, she might think it was some protagonist from a popular anime.
And speaking of Satan, one can’t help but think of the legend of selling one’s soul to Satan in exchange for one’s heart’s desire.
That’s right, the Devil Miss not only thought of this, but acted on it.
“I want to dedicate my soul to you.”
The boy, filled with hatred, stood in front of the lord of Hell, his emotionless polish eyes staring directly into Satan’s hellish eyes, and spoke.
“And in exchange, I want to receive the power to execute justice.”
His experiences in life made the boy no longer hope for others; he clearly recognized that in this world, to execute justice, one could only rely on oneself.
For this reason, he was even willing to risk falling into Hell eternally, wanting to dedicate his soul to Satan to gain the power he had never had before.
“Good.”
To the boy’s surprise, Satan on the throne seemed to have anticipated this, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he agreed to his request.
And after that… the boy became the current version of himself—a sweet and lovely girl who appeared to be between a loli and a young woman, looking only around ten years old.
At the same time, she also became… Satan’s daughter.
From then on, the boy who had ended with hatred completely disappeared from this world, replaced by a demon girl who pursued justice as her lifelong goal and was willing to go to any lengths for it.
In the two years after becoming a demon, the Devil Miss spent a whole year in Hell. During this time, Satan fulfilled his promise, teaching her many magics she had never heard of during her life, granting her the capital to seek justice. He also gave her a name—Evelyn.
A year later, confident Evelyn returned to Earth, officially stepping onto her path of pursuing justice.
And like the boy who bullied classmates earlier, Evelyn would handle countless such individuals each month.
Most of them were quite sensible; after she gave them some punishments they would undoubtedly remember for their lives, she sent them back.
Having this “legendary” experience, they would surely turn over a new leaf and start fresh.
Of course, if they remained unrepentant, Evelyn wouldn’t mind inviting them to her home (Hell) for a visit.
Only a small number of truly stubborn beasts would choose to pull various tricks like the previous boy; as for their fate, it had already been demonstrated.
Just like Evelyn told that boy earlier, she is now a demon, and everything in the human world means nothing to her.
Especially that which led her to prefer to fall as a demon rather than believe in… human judgment.
“Hehe~ I took down another bad guy today, so happy~ Going home~”
The Devil Miss hummed a tune while bouncing her way home, her pair of small black wings on her head swaying along with her, looking quite adorable.
“Doo—doo—doo—”
Suddenly, the sound of a phone vibrating echoed from Evelyn’s skirt pocket, and she remembered that in order to appear more serious when executing justice, she had turned her phone to silent mode long before her actions, also enabling the “Do Not Disturb” for messages.
Without having to think, it was definitely someone getting anxious because she hadn’t messaged him for a long time.
Evelyn leisurely took the phone out of her skirt pocket; her phone case was styled like a pair of black little demon wings, with a big heart printed on the back and a pink little hanging loop at the bottom—truly full of girlish charm.
The Devil Miss seemed to pay no attention to the urgency of the caller; after two years of interaction, she had basically gotten used to that guy’s personality, always so restless, completely contradicting his outward identity!
The phone’s call notification completely confirmed her guess; indeed it was that guy.
Caller ID—Stinky Old Man.
