SWNOVELXO Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Youth Who Sold His Soul
“… As expected… I still can’t quite stand it…”
Our Miss Demon, after leaving that temporarily borrowed, sealed little room, immediately, with lines of frustration on her forehead, found a restroom, turned on the faucet, and quickly washed her hands over and over again, as if this method could cleanse the bloodstains from her hands.
No, it couldn't be said to be bloodstains on her hands, could it? After all… that shot which pierced the youth’s forehead, he fired it himself.
This was an opportunity Miss Demon gave the youth for self-punishment. If that youth hadn’t shot at her, but had obediently shot himself as told, then the bullet fired from the gun would only have been a small marble for a minor punishment.
And the reason the bullet the youth fired at Miss Demon hit himself was because the moment the thought of “shooting at Miss Demon” arose in him, it triggered the mental interference magic Miss Demon had pre-arranged inside the handgun, distorting his perception, and at the same time, converting the bullet in the gun into real gunpowder.
In other words, the youth’s ending was entirely a case of being too clever for his own good, he brought it upon himself!
“Although it’s already been two years… I’m still not quite used to killing people…”
After washing her hands, Miss Demon skipped along the small alleyway back to her den, pouting her lips somewhat aggrievedly and muttering to herself.
“I clearly sold my soul to Stinky Old Dad and became a demon, yet every time I finish off those beasts, I still feel a bit uncomfortable inside… Sigh, this state isn’t conducive to executing justice”
That's right, our dear Miss Demon was not a born demon, but a demon transformed and fallen from a human body.
Two years ago, she was still a youth, with a relatively happy family and a cute younger sister.
However, all of this quietly ended on that day two years ago.
Miss Demon didn’t quite want to recall the specific reasons; anyway, it was similar to the case she had just handled and after the incident occurred, she, Miss Demon's former self, in order to protect her family and younger sister, leaped from a mountaintop in the suburbs, ending her life in a suppressed and aggrieved manner.
And then, her soul traveled to Hell, and she met the “person” who changed her subsequent destiny.
The Lord of all Hell, the symbol of disaster and misfortune - Satan.
To be honest, Miss Demon was quite shocked the first time she saw Satan.
After all, having been influenced a lot by the internet, the Satan in her impression should have been a devil figure with red skin, which was… more than just a little bit different from the real Satan.
Pitch-black armor as scorching as lava, ink-black long hair flowing elegantly down his back, a seven-pointed crown worn on his head, and those crimson pupils containing endless majesty, enough to look down upon the world… If you didn’t tell her this was Satan, she would have thought the protagonist of some Long Aotian anime had run out.
Speaking of Satan, one couldn’t help but recall the legends of selling one’s soul to Satan in exchange for what one coveted most.
That’s right, Miss Demon not only thought of this at the time, but she also put it into action.
“I want to offer my soul to you.”
The youth, with eyes full of hatred, stood just like that before the Lord of Hell, his eyes, devoid of any emotional ripple, directly meeting Satan’s eyes of Hell, and spoke thus.
“And in exchange, I want to obtain power sufficient for me to execute justice.”
His experiences in life made the youth no longer place his hopes in others.
He clearly recognized that in this world, if one wanted to execute justice, one could only rely on oneself.
For this, he was even willing to risk eternal damnation in Hell with no chance of reincarnation, wanting to offer his soul to Satan, in exchange for the power he had never possessed before.
“Good.”
Unexpectedly to the youth, Satan on the throne seemed to have anticipated this, a faint, elusive smile playing on the corners of his mouth as he agreed to his request and after that… the youth transformed into her current appearance——a graceful young girl with a sweet and cute face, appearing to be between a loli and a young maiden, with an apparent age of only about ten years old.
At the same time, she also became… Satan’s daughter.
From then on, that youth who had died filled with hatred completely disappeared from this world.
In his place, was a… demon girl who took justice as her lifelong pursuit, for which she would even resort to any means necessary.
In the two years after becoming a demon, Miss Demon spent an entire year in Hell.
During this period, Satan fulfilled his promise, teaching her many kinds of magic she had never even heard of in her previous life, giving her the capital to pursue justice.
At the same time, he also gave her a name, Iphilia.
One year later, a confident Iphilia returned to the human world, formally embarking on her path of pursuing justice.
And people like that youth who bullied his classmate earlier, Iphilia didn’t know how many she would deal with in a month.
Most of them were sensible enough; Iphilia gave them a punishment they would likely never forget in their lifetime, and then sent them back.
These people, having had this “legendary” experience, would presumably turn over a new leaf and become new people.
Of course, if they repeatedly failed to mend their ways despite teaching, Iphilia wouldn’t mind inviting them to her home (Hell) as guests.
Only a small number of true · beasts whose wicked hearts wouldn’t die would choose to pull all sorts of cheap tricks like that youth just now.
As for their results, it has just been demonstrated.
Just as Iphilia had previously said to that youth, she was now a demon; everything in the human world was meaningless to her.
Especially, that which had caused her to prefer falling into demonhood rather than ever believing in it again… human judgment.
“Hmph hmph hmph,Dealt with another bad guy today, happy～ Going home～”
Miss Demon hummed a song while skipping towards home, the pair of small black wings on her head also swaying along with her, looking quite cute.
“Doot——Doot——Doot——”
Suddenly, the sound of a phone vibrating rang out from the pocket of Iphilia’s skirt.
Only then did Iphilia remember that, in order to appear more serious when executing justice, she had set her phone to silent mode long before the operation, and had also turned on the do-not-disturb for messages.
No need to think, it was definitely someone getting anxious because she hadn’t messaged him for so long.
Iphilia slowly took her phone out of her skirt pocket.
Her phone case was a black little demon wings style, with a large heart printed on the back, and a small pink charm loop at the bottom of the case, absolutely full of girlishness.
Miss Demon didn’t seem to care at all about the caller’s anxious mood.
After two years of interaction, she had basically gotten used to that fellow’s temperament—always so impetuous, completely inconsistent with his appearance and status!
The phone’s caller ID completely confirmed her guess; it was indeed that fellow.
Caller ID——Stinky Old Dad.