3. The bell for the opening ceremony rang.
Thinking of this, Evelyn’s expression softened considerably, and she began to patiently listen to her father’s unnecessary concerns and nagging.
Only at this moment did Evelyn suddenly realize: yes, she was no longer alone; she had her father back, a father who was blood-related to her, who truly cared for and cherished her.
In fact, long before Evelyn became a demon, her biological parents had already passed away when she was seven.
As for later… to avoid those relatives who only cared about her parents’ inheritance, she had been living with her parents’ close friends—who were also her adoptive parents.
But that was all in the past.
Anyway, since Satan had given her a new warm family, it couldn’t hurt to listen to his nagging a little, could it?
“My good daughter, if you want anything to eat or desire anything, just call your old dad. Even if you live in the Human Realm, don’t deprive yourself…”
……
As time passed, Satan continued to care about this and that like a doting mother, while the smile on Evelyn’s face grew increasingly stiff and gloomy.
“And there’s more! Recently, your dad looked at what those… right, cell phones could do, and I found out that there are plenty of those scumbags on the human side! Their tricks are various; they specifically try to please young girls, but once they’ve had their fun, they will unhesitatingly toss them aside. My good daughter, you must be very careful! If you notice anything wrong, just call me or Lucifer directly, and see if we don’t…”
“Dad!”
Finally, our Devil Miss lost it completely. How could her father be so paranoid? If he continued like this, what would happen? So she interrupted Satan, who was still ready to go on and on.
“I’m telling you! Can you stop worrying about everything all day? I’m not a child anymore, okay? And you don’t actually think I can’t tell who is sincere and who is fake, do you? My gosh! My Soul Eye is inherited from you, okay? I really don’t know what to say to you…”
Undoubtedly, Evelyn gave her father a thorough scolding, and on the other end of the phone, Satan became timid upon realizing his daughter was angry, allowing his daughter to reprimand him for five or six minutes. That was quite “imposing” for the Lord of Hell.
“Alright, that’s enough! Don’t worry about those trivial matters next time. I’m already an adult, and I have a good sense of my own affairs. Dad, just focus on managing Hell; I don’t want to come back next time and see Uncle Mephisto dead from overwork at first glance. Alright, that’s it, goodbye!”
Saying that, Evelyn hung up the phone without hesitation, leaving Satan staring blankly at the words on his mobile phone that said “The other party has hung up,” standing alone in the fiery wind of Hell.
“Boss, I think little Evelyn is right! You can’t just throw everything on me! At this rate, I might really die from overwork! And think about it, the kid is already so grown up; if you keep acting like a doting mother, she will surely be unhappy! How about this, boss, there’s been some trouble at the Western Border recently. Why don’t you…”
Beside Satan, Mephisto, a demon with red skin, said nonchalantly. And it wasn’t really his fault; before Evelyn came along, Satan was quite dedicated, handling most of the affairs of Hell, leaving only some trivial and time-wasting tasks for Mephisto to deal with.
After having Evelyn as his precious daughter, Satan changed completely, ignoring all mundane matters and piling them all onto Mephisto, while he happily focused all his attention on his daughter.
To this, Mephisto could only think: “Satan, you’re really something!”
However, Mephisto’s cheeky remark only earned him a cold “scram” from Satan.
Damn! This daughter slave is really something!
Of course, Mephisto could only curse in his heart; he wouldn’t dare say such things to Satan directly.
Looking at the entire world, even the Angel Lord of the Angel Race wouldn’t dare provoke Satan like this. The only one bold enough to speak to Satan this way would have to be his precious daughter.
So these daughter slaves were really something else (curse of Hell).
“Hey, come on, Satan, just give little Evelyn a bit more personal space. She’s already an adult and can take care of her own affairs.”
A handsome man stepped forward and patted Satan’s shoulder in comfort. The man’s eyes were one gold and one red, looking quite charming, and he had three pairs of black and white angelic wings behind him, showcasing his former angel identity.
Indeed, this person was—Lucifer, the fallen angel.
Though he used to be an angel, his status in Hell was no less than that of Mephisto, even if it was lower than Satan’s.
“But that child… she even cared about Mephisto and didn’t ask me, her old father, how I’ve been lately! Boohoo…”
Not a buddy? So this is what you’re concerned about?
To this, both Lucifer and Mephisto could only stare, and Mephisto even wanted to curse.
Again, it was the same thing: damn those daughter slaves!
……
After hanging up on her father, Evelyn continued walking down the narrow alley leading home.
If she had still been a human, walking alone in such dark and eerie surroundings would have sent chills down her spine, but now she was a demon! There was no fear!
On the contrary, she even enjoyed the feeling of darkness.
However, in the next moment, the darkness was dispelled by a pure light.
“I’ve got you! You demon who takes lives so freely!”
A voice as light as a lark echoed in the narrow alley.
Who is it?
Evelyn looked up a bit annoyed and saw a white spherical object flapping its wings like a flashlight, hovering in the air with a “thud-thud.” The blinding and annoying light was emitted by it—on the other side of the sphere stood a girl, proudly displaying her white wings on each side of her waist, looking down at Evelyn with a superior stance.
The girl’s eyes were a gentle gold, her platinum long hair flowing freely like a waterfall, with a pair of small white wings on her head fluttering from time to time, making her appear quite cute.
Her identity was already obvious.
She was—an Angel!
And thus, the story began.
This is a tale that starts on a moonlit night.
It is both the first encounter between a demon and an angel and the reunion of sisters.
Most importantly, the two fated girls finally met here.
From then on, the bell for the opening ceremony rang.
