It only said that he was the firstborn among countless children of Hell's previous ruler.
Lucifer took the throne with such ruthless power that his name spread fear across the underworld.
Shortly after claiming his title, he launched something called the "Great Purge."
It was a brutal, bloody event, meant to wipe out anyone who could challenge him.
During this purge, Lucifer eliminated all threats—high-ranking nobles, old allies, and even his own siblings.
He didn't care how close they had been to him. The only ones spared were those he saw as valuable.
He demanded complete and total loyalty from his remaining brothers, leaving no room for doubt or rebellion.
His brutal actions solidified his reputation as Hell's tyrant and the true embodiment of evil.
My heart raced as I took in this terrifying truth. This man—who had killed his own siblings without hesitation—was my adoptive father.
If he could do that to his own blood, what could he do to me, someone with no real ties to him?
When Faust started walking, I forced my legs to move and followed him, despite the panic surging in my chest.
As we approached, I selected the chair across from where Lucifer was seated, and my nerves almost got the better of me.
The chair itself was unnaturally tall, its dark wood gleaming under the blood-red sky.
Lucifer's gaze bore into me, intense and unrelenting, as I struggled to climb onto the oversized chair. Each attempt felt more hopeless than the last.
Why is this chair so absurdly high? Humiliation washed over me, and I felt my cheeks burn red with embarrassment. I glared at the chair in frustration.
This is so humiliating. It's my first meeting with Lucifer, and here I am, making myself look like a fool.
What if he thinks I'm too weak, too small, too unworthy? What if he decides right now that I'm not fit to live and orders me to be killed?
No. I can't let that happen. I need to survive this life, and to do that, I have to find a way to stop Lucifer's corruption.
As I struggled, Faust stepped forward with a strange look on his face—half concerned, half amused.
"Allow me, Princess,"
With surprising ease, he lifted me and set me in the chair, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress.
I glanced up at him, but instantly regretted it.
The look on his face was even stranger now—his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes sparkled with a weird sense of satisfaction.
He looked like someone who had just found something incredibly valuable.
Alright, this guy has a lot of loose screws on his head. But at least he's being nice, so I'll let it slide. After all, he is a demon. Being crazy is kind of expected.
"T-thank you,"
I muttered awkwardly, looking down at my hands to avoid his gaze.
The way he was staring at me was making my skin crawl. I felt like I'd be having nightmares about that smile for a month.
Faust grinned even wider, his lips stretching unnaturally.
"My pleasure, Princess,"
He replied, his voice dripping with strange delight.
A shiver ran down my spine. I pretended I hadn't noticed anything weird. What is wrong with this guy?
Lucifer, who had been watching the entire scene with an unreadable expression, suddenly frowned.
His face tightened with disgust, as though he found Faust's behavior repulsive. His patience seemed to be running thin.
"Faust,"
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
Faust responded instantly, his face going back to its serious, obedient expression.
"Tell the maids to bring another cup of tea."
"Oh, I see. Right away,"
Faust said, bowing slightly before turning to leave the garden.
As Faust walked off, Lucifer's face returned to its usual emotionless state.
But for a brief moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, like he was pleased to have Faust gone.
Now that we were alone, my mind raced. How am I supposed to stop Lucifer from becoming fully corrupt when I don't even know what caused it in the first place?
The pressure of trying to survive in Hell was weighing down on me more than ever.
My hands shook slightly as I sat in silence.
The garden felt eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the twisted trees. The cold air made the tension in the air even heavier.
Lucifer's gaze was back on me, intense and almost suffocating. It felt like he was analyzing every detail, judging whether I was worth keeping around.
My hands fidgeted nervously in my lap as I stared down at them, trying to avoid his burning stare.
To distract myself, I listened to the soft sound of him taking a slow puff from his pipe.
"Hm. I'm surprised you're not crying, usually, when demon children your age see me, they burst into tears. It's irritating. I want to rip their heads off just to make them stop."
My breath caught in my throat. Is he calling me strange for not crying? Does he know something about me? He can't, right?
I desperately tried to think of a way to respond. My mind raced as I remembered something from the book.
Lamia would always act sweet and childlike whenever the Duke was in a foul mood, softening his heart.
Could it work on Lucifer, too?
I forced a bright smile and looked up, making sure to stare at his forehead since I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes directly.
"I won't cry, hehe,"
I tried to sound as innocent and childlike as possible.
Lucifer's cold eyes flickered with a hint of interest, and the corner of his mouth twitched up slightly.
"Is that so? Now I kind of want to make you cry."
My forced smile wavered. T-this guy... Is he even crazier than Faust? I hadn't expected my plan to backfire this badly!
Just as the silence between us grew unbearable, Faust returned with a maid trailing behind him.
She placed a teacup on the table, and the smell of it immediately caught my attention.
My fangs ached, and my mouth watered at the familiar scent of blood mixed into the tea.
Lucifer watched me closely as I took a quick sip, enjoying the strange yet delicious taste.
The tea was surprisingly refreshing, though the atmosphere between us remained awkwardly tense.
We sat there quietly, sipping tea until Lucifer broke the silence with a chilling smile.
"Enjoying tea with someone is more pleasant than I thought. You should join me more often,"
My heart skipped a beat. Was he seriously inviting me to spend more time with him?
As I walked back to my palace later, my thoughts swirled. Lucifer's reaction to me acting innocent had caught my attention.
Maybe this was the key to surviving here—to softening his heart. Just like in the book.
That's it! I'll keep acting sweet and innocent until Lucifer begins to care for me. Just like Lamia did with the Duke!
Humming to myself, I continued walking, feeling hopeful. But then I noticed something strange—a shadow on the ground, creeping up behind me.
Before I could react, someone grabbed me from behind, pressing something cold against my nose.
My vision blurred, and a strange scent filled my lungs. My body grew heavy.
Who is this? What's happening?
That was my last thought before everything went black.
In my eighth life, I reincarnated into a book I once read to pass the time—as Thana, an unfortunate vampire child adopted by Lucifer, the tyrannical ruler of Hell and the symbol of ultimate evil.
In the book’s ending, Lucifer becomes corrupt, leaving chaos, destruction, and blood in his wake.
To avoid that disastrous fate, I decided to tame him by softening his heart, hoping to reach whatever remains of compassion buried within his demonic soul.
But can I truly tame the embodiment of darkness, or will I be swept away by his descent into madness?
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Note: If you're looking for a father-daughter relationship with a blend of dark fantasy, intrigue, and heartwarming moments, this one is perfect for you!
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