Chapter 3: Chapter 3
A few days later, Satan proceed to evolve his remaining Unique Skills.
The Unique Skill: Snatch, have evolved into Ultimate Skill: Rapacious King, Valefor.
And his Unique Skill: Patron, have evolved into Ultimate Skill: Blessing King, Barachiel.
Unfortunately, it seems like 'Rule' cannot evolve itself. So it was still stuck as an Unique Skill.
He wanted to give Testarossa her own Ultimate Skills too, unfortunately she doesn't have any 'Unique Skill' for him to evolve.
And even if she did, she doesn't have enough magicules to support the forceful evolution like Satan did.
Despite this, she had gotten powerful. So powerful in fact that Satan was sure that she would crush the previous him in a fight.
Even Satan himself was surprised by her growth just by getting a name.
"So Bleu is the other primordial closest to your territory?" Asked Satan as he took a sip of tea Testarossa prepared.
It was delicious; best tea he has ever tasted.
"Indeed my lord," Testarossa smiled, standing beside Satan who was sitting on a couch he had created, "She's a lazy one, that girl."
"Then let's go and meet her," said Satan.
At first, he wanted to go to war with other Primordials before he would 'subdue' them, but Testrossa told him that it wasn't necessary.
Just go subdue the Primordial and the rest of their lineage will follow him. Satan pondered it for a moment before agreeing with her.
There is no need to waste military force in a war that wasn't necessary.
"Very well, lord Satan." Testarossa bowed gently, "let me take you there."
Satan stood up as Testarossa snapped her fingers, as a magic circle appeared beneath them.
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Primordial Blue, also known as Bleu, though, that wasn't her real name, she doesn't even have a name.
But that's besides the point.
Bleu is a beautiful woman with shoulder length blue hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue strapless dress.
She's sitting on her throne, in her castle, looking at the green haired woman in front of her.
"So, why did you come unannounced, Vert?"
"I want your help taking out Rogue."
The one standing in front of Bleu is Vert, the Green Primordial. A beautiful woman with long curly green hair with matching eyes, dressed in a gothic dress.
"Huh?" Bleu stared at her, dumbfounded, "You're kidding …we all fought Rogue for the supremacy of Hell eons ago, and we lost. Only Noir have a chance of beating him. You should go ask Noir for help, not me."
Bleu was not interested in a battle that could lead to her death …well, it wouldn't be true death, but still. It was not something she wanted to experience.
She almost died before when she fought Rogue, and no way in Hell she would throw her life away.
Demons are spiritual beings, possessing no physical bodies and therefore has no concept of 'death', if they really did 'die' then they would simply revive themselves through their will, however it has a very unwanted side effect.
"I went to Noir before you," Vert shrugs, "he was not interested, he said. You know that guy, he's a whimsical bastard who only cares for his own entertainment."
Noir, the Black Primordial only acted on his whims and very rarely showed any regular behavior, to the irritation of some of the other Primordials.
Other Primordials even hated him because he suddenly stopped pursuing power as his power efficiency became so high that any fights were too easy for him, causing him to remain as an Arch Daemon despite having enough power to evolve into a Demon Peer already.
For Primordials, Demons should always pursue strength and evolution. It's in their very core, they are a being whose goal is only to pursue greater power.
That's why, Noir's behavior irritated, no, angered them.
Especially Bleu. Who harbored deep hatred to the Black Primordial.
She had witnessed the fight between Noir and Rogue, and how Noir managed to fight Rogue to a tie. But after that, Noir just suddenly stopped pursuing strength and remained stagnant!
Bleu trained tirelessly and challenged Noir, thinking that she could beat him, but in the end she lost miserably.
It was unfair, she thought. How come such a whimsical bastard whose strength has stagnated remained so superior to her?
She was depressed at the thought. And ever since then, she had gotten lazy to the point she barely even leave her castle.
"What makes you think I'd agree?" Asked Bleu.
Vert smiled, "Because—!?" She paused, her eyes widened as she looked up.
"What the—!?" Bleu froze, gazing up where her eyes seems to pierce through the ceiling and looked up at the sky.
"Greetings."
The Blue and Green Primordials were startled at the voice which suddenly appeared in the throne room.
Bleu stood up, gazing at the man whose magicules amount makes hers looks like a glass of water in front of a vast ocean.
He stood there, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Blanc? What are you doing here?" Asked Vert, noticing the White Primordial standing behind the man like a servant.
Testarossa narrowed her eyes at her, "I shall forgive you this once Vert, but next time do call me Testarossa. That is the name bestowed upon me by my master."
"Name? Master? Wha—, wait, someone's actually crazy enough to name a Primordial?" Bleu wondered, before she was silenced by the cold glare directed at her by Blan—, Testarossa.
That 'soft' gaze and gentle smile directed at her seems to promise her centuries of pain.
"I assume you are the one who gave her the name Testarossa." Vert turned her gaze towards Satan, who nodded at her words.
"I am," Satan smiled at them, "and I am here to recruit you two as well. It would really be easier if you submit to me."
Truthfully, he wasn't expecting there to be two Primordials, but this is fine as well. It saves him some time.
"Huh?!" Bleu narrowed her eyes at Satan, "the fuck did you say?"
Testarossa flared up her aura, glaring at Bleu, "You have the nerve to raise your voice to my master. It seems like the beatings you received from me back then weren't enough, Blue Primordial."
"Urgh," Bleu cringed, remembering the time where she challenged Testrossa and lost.
"You know, I wanted to get rid of Rogue because I don't want anyone to be above me. Isn't it a bit ridiculous for you to ask me to surrender to you?" Said Vert.
"I want to conquer this land," said Satan, "for that, I need you to submit to me as well."
"Tough luck, bud. I don't give a shit even if your strength is on par with a True Dragon, I won't submit to anyone." Said Bleu.
Testarossa's cheek twitched at that comment. She raised her hand, wanting to remove a limb or two from the Blue Primordial.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Satan signaled her to stop, so she did. Settling on just giving Bleu a cold look.
"Let's duke it out, two of you against me." Said Satan. "Testa, do not interfere."
"As you wish, my lord." Testarossa bowed as she took a few steps back.
As a demon who worships strength, Satan knew that a show of force is the fastest way to earn a demon's loyalty.
It was true back in his previous land, and it is true in this new one as well.
"Very straightforward, I like it." Bleu grinned as she took a stance, "Alright. If you win we'd submit to you."
"If you lose however," Vert narrowed her eyes, "You and Testarossa would help us take out Rogue, and leave Hell afterwards."
"No problem. Come."
Satan smiled as he 'played' around with Bleu and Vert who began attacking him.
He was observing them carefully, and from what he could see, Bleu seems to be little less skilled than Vert, and Vert also seems to be a lot less skilled than Testarossa even before she was named.
"Bleu!"
"Got it!"
Satan was impressed by their coordination and teamwork.
During the short time they had fought him, Satan had already concluded that the strength of these two are on the lower echelons of Primordials.
But with their teamwork, they are more than enough to defeat Testarossa before she was named.
And according to Testarossa herself, she was confident on beating every Primordial except Rogue and Noir on one on one, placing herself as the third strongest.
Still, despite Satan labeling them as weaker Primordials, they're strong. The way they use their magic was like how a human move their limbs.
Impressive.
Even for someone as magically gifted as Satan, the way they use magic amazed him.
However …
"It's too crude." Said Satan, flicking away a blast of magic fired by Vert, "I am amazed at the way you two used magic, but it's crude at best, barbaric at worst."
"I'll show you crude!" Bleu launched an attack.
Satan sighed. For demons, wielding magic is as simple as breathing, and it is because of this that they have never honed the skills to use it efficiently.
Even Testarossa is not a master when it comes to magic usage.
It was probably because they never bothered mastering magic that they resorted into training their martial arts.
It was effective, even Satan was impressed. But they have abandoned something that they are gifted with, limiting their potential.
It's fine if they already mastered magic, they can switch to martial arts. But they haven't.
It was truly a waste.
Satan smiled as he took a step back, observing Bleu and Vert before looking around the surroundings.
He didn't noticed, but they have pretty much destroyed the surroundings. Even the castle of Bleu was turned into rubbles.
With a hand behind his back, and the other motioning at them, Satan stated;
"Come. I'll show you the proper way to use magic."
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