Devil’s Music

"Great. Since neither you nor I will find much joy in staying in the human realm for long, I'll share my familiar with you. However, you must make a promise in return."

Pyemon spoke, his serious tone barely hiding a hint of amusement.

"I won't interfere with the child's life. Should any negative influence not natural to their circumstances arise from other demons, I will notify immediately and take prompt action if necessary. Agreed?"

Kamageen chuckled heartily, nodding in agreement.

"Hahaha, indeed, we understand each other well. That's right. What say you?"

Pyemon rested both hands on his hips.

"I anticipated that much. I also find the involvement of lower-tier demons distasteful compared to myself. However, I can only inform about actions taken by higher-ranking demon lords; direct interference is beyond my capabilities, you see?"

Kamageen fixed his expression, gazing at Pyemon.

"Of course not. It's not about defying Lucifer's established laws of strictness in hell."

"Very well. Then I shall lend my voice."

Pyemon raised his hand over Geon's prostrate head.

"As Pyemon, ruler of the western hell, I command: infuse this child's soul with my voice."

A crimson energy flowed from Pyemon's pale hand, swiftly entering Geon's body through his nose and mouth, plunging him into a deeper slumber. After a moment of checking if the blessing had been successfully conveyed, Pyemon turned to Kamageen.

"Grand adjutant of hell, Kamageen. My blessing has been delivered. Now, which demon shall you seek aid from?"

Kamageen lowered his head, considering.

"Not just yet. Even if it's a blessing, abilities granted by demons might raise eyebrows. If an infant displays prodigious talent in unlearned fields, the world won't turn a blind eye. Human scientists might attempt to dissect the child's brain out of curiosity. But a voice won't raise suspicions. That's why I summoned you first."

Pyemon snapped his fingers, a realization dawning.

"Ah, so you plan a sequential transmission. Then, the next demon summoned after some time might be... Puerson."

Puerson.

Ranked 20th among the 72 demon lords of hell. Often referred to as the father of benevolent guardian spirits, he appears as a muscular male demon with a lion's head, holding a serpent and blowing a horn while riding a giant bear. Upon descent to the human realm, he sometimes appears as a charming young boy, originally a left angel. He governs 22 legions in hell and possesses musical composition skills.

However, Kamageen shook his head once more.

"No, Puerson's blessing lies in musical composition. If the young child were to compose a piece after receiving Puerson's blessing, wouldn't it raise too much attention? I plan to teach the child how to handle instruments first."

Pyemon nodded subtly.

"Instruments... Would you then ask for Amducias's assistance?"

Approaching the sleeping Geon, Kamageen spoke.

"Indeed. Seek guidance on instrument mastery from Amducias, and then we can talk to Puerson. Even if we can't obtain their collaboration, with your abilities alone, Pyemon, the child can grow into a musician bringing joy to many humans. That would be a significant achievement. Haha."

Pyemon, observing Kamageen's well-thought-out plan, nodded approvingly.

"Then, is this blessing all you'll bestow this time?"

Placing his hand on Geon's head, Kamageen stated firmly.

"My blessing shouldn't raise any suspicion for now."

Smiling at Pyemon, Kamageen gazed down at Geon.

"As Grand Adjutant of hell, I command: grant this child the easy acquisition of any demon's beautiful appearance and any knowledge effortlessly within their grasp."

Unlike Pyemon's crimson energy, an ash-gray essence swept across Geon's entire being. Although no immediate changes were visible, the child would gradually transform into a more beautiful form as they grew.

Kamageen brushed Geon's head, saying,

"Excellent. The child absorbed all the energy without a trace of waste, still in their youthful vessel. Observing human women falling in love with this child will indeed be entertaining. Hahaha."

Kamageen narrowed his eyes slightly, amused.

"Yes, Your Excellency. But one concern persists. Unlike the angelic appearance of intellectual angels, our demon appearance is lethal and alluring. I worry humans might fall victim to desire, as they say."

Kamageen chuckled while observing Pyemon.

"Hahaha. What path this child will tread and how they'll navigate this 'desire' you mention will be intriguing!"

Finally, Pyemon smiled back.

"Indeed, that will add to the amusement. Haha."

With that understanding, Pyemon rose.

"This will surely add spice to their mundane life. Perhaps you should develop a hobby, like me, observing the human realm."

Tapping Pyemon's back, Kamageen said,

"Then I shall take my leave. If Baal or Marbas catches wind of this, they'll surely interfere."

The two glanced at the slumbering Geon and gradually vanished.

Moments later...

Geon's once-gray house, filled with music, vacuum sounds, and the hum of Yeongha's singing, regained its colors. Above Geon's sleeping form, Kamageen's final words echoed.

"Child who received my blessing, you mustn't remember me. Your vessel cannot contain my existence yet, being small and fragile. However, I will always watch over you. When you break out and stand before many humans to sing, the power it generates will guide me back to the celestial realm. I shall repay it with a greater reward, as per the law of causality."

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