Surviving In My Novel 92 Family

He wandered Hell and swept the inhabitants from under their feet. In his mind, he knew no one in Hell would be a decent person, so he took measures to ensure his own survival. If someone stared at him longer than 10 seconds, Simon would dispose of them. This was his way of survival during the last two years. A life of suspicion and fury.

Of course he missed some things from the Demon World, but he knew that staying would only contribute to a further loss in time that had already accumulated over thousands of years. Sure he could stay and become a powerful existence in the Demon World, however, he would grow bored with it all.

With the onset of his child, he began to change again. He wondered if the child would mean anything in his vast lifetime. He pondered on it many times. He concluded with a new outlook on his child. He would not blame his child for their mother's actions, he would treat it as his own. His first and most treasured.

The years were not worth mentioning. Simon did not find a moment of it interesting. He only killed and grew, it was a repetitive cycle of growing in strength and killing people that wanted to kill him. So repetitive that he kind of missed the Demon World. (Xianxia)

He felt like the responsibility of being a father would be a step in the right direction for him. If he could be powerful, he wanted his child to also be powerful. It was like wanting your creation to be the very best of them all. So he added another long term goal. He would raise his child his own way and make them the best.

His wife would surely contest, but Simon knew very well that he could teach his child better ethics and morals than her. He would not allow something he created to be tainted by his Wife. It was as if he only viewed the world as him and her, right and wrong.

'Perhaps I have become a much worse person than I one was.' He once said to himself.

'No, I am a better person. I won't be a father by obligation, I want to raise my child sincerely. But does that make me a better person? I really do not know. Raising a child doesn't make anyone a good person. Many murderers are mothers and fathers of loving children.'

'However, at the very least, I will be a good father.'

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[Blue Rose: Hey Grey]

[Blue Rose: I found someone in a realm above yours... I guarantee it will be a fun rescue mission.]

[Grey Rose: Give me a bit. I need to sort out some stuff]

Informal language will still always be something that he can intrinsically apply, being a devil will never change that.

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Outside the maze:

'That dear brother of mine should be inside of that maze right now. I hope he finds some happiness in it all.'

'He might find it much better than I did.'

Simon slowly made his way toward the backs of the crowd and stood next to a bored Malece, phasing back into a physical form.

"Hello there." Simon said with a well constructed smile.

"Little Darling." Malece replied.

"My...Our dear daughter wishes that you stay with her, so I am here to invite you on an adventure you will never forget. It is your lucky day, you get what you desire and I get the same." Simon twirled his hair around his index finger, letting out a glint of anticipation from the cold yet inviting feel of his eyes.

"That is not what I want, you know that very well. But it is my only chance to raise my daughter with the man who is her father and my husband. You are too evil."

"I am giving you a chance to raise our daughter alongside me."

"I know all to well that you didnt want Dahlia." Malece glared at him with a protective gaze.

"I want her, family turns out to be the only thing I want beside power. My little Dahlia will not live a boring life in the lower realms and be bound to a USELESS ANIMAL against her will! I will not have it, I can offer her choice, you can only offer her your version of 'peace'."

"So what will it be?"

"Will you ever love me?" Malece responded with a tearful question.

Simon answered honestly.

"If you took your time and asked for my permission, there would have been a chance."

"But you did not leave much room for choice. You may have been kind to me after the event, but it was after I lost my choice. And now I give you a damn choice! Take it or leave it."

"Fine. I will come along."

"Good, as the mother of my child, I will not let anything happen to you."

"For the sake of my dear Dahlia, please do not die. Your life means a lot to her, as her mother you have the duty of staying alive to raise her." He reminded her with a somewhat strict tone. His gaze seemed rather determined with a glint of threat in it.

Gazing upon the bespectacled crowd, Simon could only wait. The world did not centre itself around him, he was just another person in a vast multiverse. He could not make the world bend to him, he could only make its people bend to him.

"Papa! Mama! Dahlia is scared! Dahlia don't want to be alone!" Dahlia cried as she thrusted her body into Malece's gentle embrace.

"Papa? Mama?" The sound of vast shuffling and gasps could be heard from the devils in front of them.

"Who is this child?!"

"She is with the Blood Sovereign and..."

"And?"

Chapter end