I play a Evil God in Otome Game

"Where am I...???"

Vanessa found herself in a world filled with utter chaos. Colors clashed together, fragments of planets floated in the air, and it all looked like the aftermath of an apocalypse. Vanessa could feel the echo of screams resonating around her, filling her with dread.

The pain in her head was indescribable, an unbearable throbbing that made her hands tremble involuntarily. Her vision blurred as she covered her head with her hands, trying to steel her core and calm herself. The growls and scream-like howls of beasts felt as if they would make her head explode.

The sound level was deafening, or perhaps Vanessa was too fragile for this. The mere thought of someone surviving in this place was both strange and terrifying.

The laws of physics seemed broken here, yet there was still gravity—or something like it. Chaos reigned everywhere, a perfect depiction of Hell itself. Vanessa felt a fear greater than anything she had ever experienced, even fear of God.

"At last, we meet."

Vanessa froze at the sound of a man's voice behind her. She turned around in terror and collapsed to the ground. As a shadow loomed over her, her gaze fell upon the figure in front of her—a being attempting to appear human but clearly the Demon King in disguise.

"Ah…" Vanessa gasped, holding her breath instinctively.

The figure before her had golden, slit-pupil eyes resembling those of a dragon, clad in ornate red and black armor and a royal cape. Horns curved out from his head like those of a dragon.

The man radiated an aura of absolute fear and authority. Vanessa felt her tongue freeze, unable to speak. The sheer oppressive energy emanating from him made her wish for death a thousand times over.

"Vivian, stop pretending to be so small and show me the former Fairy Queen," the man said, his voice commanding and laced with something Vanessa couldn't understand.

Vanessa furrowed her brows. Despite her fear, a small spark of courage remained. Gathering her resolve, she met his golden eyes and stammered, "Y-you're mistaken. My name is Vanessa."

"Are you certain?" The Demon King's voice was laced with mockery, his demeanor strangely calm, majestic, and almost gentle—for someone of his nature. Of course, his appearance contradicted his demeanor.

Azazel, as he called himself, smirked at Vanessa's boldness in meeting his gaze. Extending a hand to the fallen woman, he smiled impatiently. "Come now, get up. Sitting in such filth doesn't suit someone like you."

Vanessa couldn't understand why he was treating her so kindly. If her suspicions were correct, this man was none other than the Demon King himself.

She hesitated but eventually placed her trembling hand in Azazel's cold one. She was startled—it was colder than a corpse, like ice itself.

"Though it's shocking to see the once-great Fairy Queen like this," Azazel continued with a mocking grin. Vanessa couldn't help but feel as if he were flirting with her. He then said, "Come, Vivian. Let's go to my palace."

Even though her mind was filled with questions, Vanessa swallowed them, too afraid to voice them. As a wave of light surrounded them, they disappeared.

When Vanessa found herself in another location, she lost her balance and fell into the lap of a long-haired man with stark white hair.

Azazel merely grinned, a curious expression on his handsome face. "Trying to seduce me so soon, are you?"

Vanessa frowned but wasn't too bothered by Azazel's candid remarks. An inner voice warned her that confronting the Demon King wouldn't be wise.

When she turned around, her gaze fell upon a palace. Her lips parted as she was overcome with awe.

"This palace…"

As Vanessa stood there, mesmerized, Azazel watched her with pride. "This is but a small representation of my authority."

Placing a hand gently on her shoulder, Azazel gestured toward the palace. "You're witnessing something no mortal would see in their short lifetimes. Your wonder and admiration are only natural."

"Come with me," he said, walking slowly toward the palace.

Snapping out of her astonishment, Vanessa hurried to follow him. As they walked along the grand pathway, they soon arrived at the entrance guarded by two armored soldiers.

Vanessa noticed how robotic the soldiers appeared—completely motionless, showing no fear or reaction even to Azazel as they opened the gates.

As she stepped inside, Vanessa couldn't hold back a gasp of wonder. The architecture put human designs to shame, with floating candles suspended in midair and a mystical, soft light illuminating the space.

Though this was the Demon King's palace, it looked almost sacred.

While Azazel patiently allowed Vanessa to take in the sight, she eventually regained her composure and remembered his presence.

"I'll answer your questions along the way," Azazel said with a kind smile. Vanessa nodded, feeling slightly calmer. At least she was no longer trembling.

"Who are you?" she asked hesitantly. She needed answers—why did he call her the Fairy Queen Vivian? Why was he being so kind to her?

"I am Azazel," he replied calmly, a smile on his lips. "Formerly one of the 72 Demon Generals, and currently the King of Avalon and the Demon King."

"You…" Vanessa's eyes widened at the mention of the biblical names. She recalled stories of Lucifer—how he could easily strike down a person, how he killed humans effortlessly.

Seeing Azazel's curious gaze, she decided against asking further questions and simply said, "I'm sorry. I have no questions."

Azazel nodded in understanding and continued his explanation. "We are nothing more than prisoners who once lived in Hell and are now trapped here."

"Who imprisoned you?" Vanessa asked, her curiosity piqued. Her inner historian came to life. Azazel smiled at her question. "King Arthur and that so-called Goddess of Light."

"God is a woman?!"

"No, no," Azazel chuckled, shaking his head. Vanessa blushed in embarrassment upon realizing her mistake, but Azazel paid no mind and continued. "She's nothing more than a shell masquerading as a god."

"A shell?" Vanessa pressed for more details, and Azazel's lips curled into a mocking smile as he thought of the so-called Goddess of Light.

"The Goddess of Light is nothing but a machine created from Archangel Gabriel's desires," he explained.

"If she's a shell," Vanessa said, slowly piecing things together, her eyes widening in horror, "doesn't that mean Archangel Gabriel is… dead?"

Azazel's grin widened as he saw her intelligence at work, his expression one of approval. "Smart girl. You're correct. But there's one thing you got wrong."

Vanessa could somewhat predict what Azazel was about to say. Azazel continued, his eyes narrowing mockingly. Words Vanessa didn't want to hear spilled from his mouth.

"Not just Gabriel, but all the Archangels, Angels... are dead. As for God, His fate is unknown. Perhaps... He too is dead?"

Azazel spoke thoughtfully. Vanessa froze, her mind swirling in chaos. The mighty Angels of Heaven were truly gone. Vanessa felt dread creep in, sensing the impending apocalypse.

"Why are you afraid?" Azazel smirked slyly. His grin made Vanessa take a step back, unsettled. But Azazel stepped closer, cornering her, waiting for a response.

"Come on, speak up. Don't worry, I won't be angry," he said.

"I... I have nothing to say." Vanessa swallowed her words, growing tense. Azazel's gentle smile faltered briefly, but it quickly returned. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Tell me. Speak, so I can help you."

Vanessa winced, feeling an invasive force in her mind. She realized Azazel was prying into her thoughts, her secrets exposed like an open book.

"I saw Lucifer..."

"Oh?" Azazel stepped back. Vanessa exhaled in relief, the pressure on her mind lifting.

Azazel frowned, his expression shifting from kind to cold and contemplative. Seeing this, Vanessa's fear deepened.

Luckily, Azazel snapped out of it and returned to his gentle demeanor, offering her an apologetic smile. "If I scared you, I apologize. Old habits die hard."

Vanessa quickly nodded, not wanting to provoke him further. "No worries, I understand."

"Good," Azazel said, resuming their walk. Vanessa followed closely as Azazel prodded her for more information.

"Talk, so I can learn more about Lucifer."

"Why is Lucifer's presence so shocking?" Vanessa, noticing Azazel's pensive state, dared to ask another question. He seemed to deem it necessary to explain.

"Lucifer is the God of all demons. You could say... he is our father."

Vanessa thought of a mythological woman and wanted to ask, but Azazel preempted her, frowning.

"No, Lilith is not our mother. We are beings created from Lucifer's divine powers, Lilith included."

Vanessa was slowly adapting. Lucifer had truly done something only God was said to be capable of—creating life, beings with thought and will.

"Is that why you were so surprised to hear Lucifer is in our world?" Vanessa asked, sensing Azazel's shock earlier.

Azazel's gaze grew distant as he pondered, then looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Lucifer shouldn't be in this world."

Azazel entered the throne room and paused. Vanessa could sense his inner turmoil, as though he hesitated to confide in her.

But contrary to her expectations, Azazel continued. He turned to her, his gaze piercing.

Despite the distance between them, Vanessa could feel his anger, confusion, even betrayal. Seeing such emotions in a demon was unsettling.

"Because Lucifer is dead. He was killed by God during Heaven's invasion," Azazel stated calmly.

Vanessa gasped in shock.

"Wait a minute," she muttered, looking at the ground in thought. Azazel watched her patiently, perhaps even hoping for something. Was Lucifer truly alive?

"He killed someone in my world. That's why I had him arrested," Vanessa confessed, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. She was, after all, talking to Lucifer's son. But she pressed on.

Azazel's pride in his father turned to keen interest. He gestured for her to continue.

Vanessa caught the cue and continued. "But the person he killed wasn't ordinary. They were someone possessed by a demon."

"Oh?" Azazel stopped, frowning as he shot Vanessa a sharp look. "Don't lie! Are you accusing my father of being against us?"

Vanessa froze in fear at Azazel's outburst, unable to move. Without hesitation, Azazel invaded her memories, ignoring her pain as he searched for the truth.

"This... can't be."

As Vanessa passed out from the strain, Azazel found what he sought. Not only would they battle the false goddess, but now their father as well.

For a moment, his heart ached with betrayal. The Lucifer who defied God and subdued Hell with his power had turned his back on them... to help humans.

"But maybe... it's too soon," Azazel murmured, clinging to hope.

"Perhaps he's manipulating them?" This theory felt more plausible. Lucifer was a master deceiver, a manipulator beyond compare. There had to be a reason for his actions.

Azazel stirred with excitement, nearly grinning like a child. After so many years, he would see his father again, bring him back, and proudly show him the empire he had built.

"And then, everything will once again bow before us..."

A wicked smile spread across Azazel's face. He licked his lips and grinned seductively, his heart racing with excitement. Calming himself, he refocused on his plans.