I play a Evil God in Otome Game

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"Understood," Lucifer replied calmly. As the attendant left, Lucifer began preparing himself. A week had passed since the events. With the approval of the UN, an international state of emergency had been declared through a unanimous decision.

The world's governments were finally beginning to take the situation seriously. Many nations were ready. Crucial details about Beliar were now known to all.

With no secrecy left on social media, a rise in faith among people was becoming evident. A surge in Hebrew religions was expected.

For the first time in centuries, humans had witnessed supernatural phenomena captured even by cameras. Because of this, Lucifer no longer felt the need to hide.

The UN meeting would be held behind closed doors. The first session had already taken place. Most countries, under the leadership of the USA, had agreed to certain terms, but some nations were still resisting.

The presence of a foreign power within their borders was naturally unwelcome, especially for totalitarian regimes.

Lucifer approached the podium where he would speak, his expression sharp and deliberate. As he stepped up, he saw hundreds of people waiting for him and smiled.

From the podium, his eyes scanned the representatives of the countries present. Clearing his throat, he began, "Honorable Heads of State, Distinguished Delegates."

After greeting them, he continued, "The reason I stand here today is simple: Humanity is in danger. The conflicts, wars, and economic crises you see in your world are mere trifles, meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

How long will you continue like this?" Lucifer asked in a demanding tone. "Do you believe your soldiers will protect you? Or that your wealth will buy off your enemies? I'm sorry, but these mortal constructs hold value only for mortals."

He went on. "The apocalypse is at your doorstep, and the worst part is that Heaven will merely watch. Your miserable souls will burn in Hell, and the future of your children will be obliterated."

Pausing for a moment, Lucifer gauged the tension in the room. He could feel the unease even from where he stood, and he welcomed it.

Then, in a calm tone, he declared, "That is why the only structure capable of defending your world against the chaos of Hell is the Agency, endowed with my power and blessing."

Lucifer spoke with conviction. "With discipline, knowledge, and thousands of years of experience, we are prepared to counter this threat. However, the Agency's power will remain limited without your approval and support."

"Today, I ask for only one thing: Recognize my Agency. Permit us to establish a base in every nation and a headquarters on each continent. Share your intelligence with us, because your enemy is no longer just the traitors within humanity but forces beyond it."

Allowing the weight of his words to sink in, Lucifer's gaze swept across the room. "However, some nations still resist. Resistance is an option, yes. But every choice has consequences."

To the defiant nations, he delivered a warning: "How far do you think the chaos is from your doorsteps? Do you believe your tyrants or armies will shield you?" he asked mockingly. "The enemies of humanity, those rising from Hell, won't knock on your doors. They will shatter them. And this resistance will cost not just you but your people as well."

Continuing in a stern tone, he added, "Let me remind you: Your feeble strength, your atomic bombs, even your technology, won't save you. No, no. Before the demons, you'll be hunted like cockroaches."

Activating his divine aura to drive the threat home, Lucifer declared, "Make your choice. Either we form a united front, or this world will crumble under the weight of nations incapable of defending themselves. But know this—when the darkness comes, neutrality is not an option."

Sensing the silence and swallowing of his audience, Lucifer smiled. "I have the power and resolve to change this world's fate. I can repel them in ways your nuclear weapons never could. But if you will not stand with me, I would prefer this world to face its destruction."

As whispers filled the room, Lucifer listened keenly, his sharp hearing catching every murmur. He waited for the noise to subside before delivering his final words.

"The choice is yours. Stand by my side and triumph, or ignore me and bring about your own end."

With that, Lucifer stepped down and left, the murmurs of the room accompanying his exit. The decision now rested with them. Though he had presented them with choices, in truth, he had left them with only one.

As Frank had once said, not everything could be resolved through words. Sometimes brute force or a well-placed threat was far more effective, especially in the long run.

"Prime Minister?"

"You gave a good speech, Mr. Lucifer," said Prime Minister Dominic, approaching with a genuine smile. He was an athletic man with slightly graying blond hair and brown eyes.

Among the younger generations, he was popular, almost like a model. Lucifer wasn't surprised he had become Prime Minister. He was not only an excellent speaker but also a sharp thinker.

Lucifer appreciated the man's straightforward and competent communication.

"I know, but their decisions remain uncertain," Lucifer said calmly. The Prime Minister dismissed the concern with his signature grin. "Don't worry. These stubborn old men are always like this. They'll eventually yield and give in," he said disdainfully.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Lucifer smirked, entertained. He shared the Prime Minister's low expectations.

"Let's hope you're right," Lucifer replied, walking with the Prime Minister toward the private jet. The Prime Minister came from a wealthy billionaire family, one of the most influential in the world, second only to the British Royal Family in global fame.

Lucifer had heard countless scandals about this family.

As paparazzi cameras flashed, Lucifer smiled and waved. The Prime Minister boarded the jet nonchalantly, with Lucifer following him.

The jet took off, heading for the White House. Raising an eyebrow in amusement, Lucifer thought about how peculiar these rich people were. Taking a jet from New York to Washington... But then again, it wasn't his concern.

"Wine?" the Prime Minister offered, pouring a glass of his special wine and handing it to Lucifer. Accepting the gesture, Lucifer took the glass and sipped it swiftly.

"Hmm, this is good." Lucifer licked his lips. Although he was new to wine as a 19-year-old, this one was quite excellent. At least, it was better than the wine he'd had at the adulthood party (which had only included Rick and Lucifer).

"I'm glad you like it," Dominic said with satisfaction. Lucifer's eyes shifted to the USA map on the table. Several regions owned by Democrats were marked with a red pen.

Lucifer's eyes sparkled as he looked at Dominic. "Politics must be exhausting?"

Hearing Lucifer's words, Dominic smiled. "It is exhausting, but earning the people's appreciation makes up for it."

Lucifer leaned in curiously. "Still, obstacles must be thrown in your way, right?"

"What do you mean?" Dominic narrowed his eyes, hesitant as he continued. "Yes, there are some obstacles, but we'll overcome them."

"No matter how many obstacles you remove, there will always be those who oppose you, Mr. Prime Minister." Lucifer leaned forward. Hearing the subtle implications in Lucifer's words, Dominic frowned but said nothing.

Seeing the Prime Minister's silence, Lucifer continued. "After all, even the flawless Roman Empire, which once ruled the world, fell. Why do you think such an empire collapsed?"

Dominic pondered Lucifer's question for a moment before responding. "Because rebellions and corruption destroyed them."

"No, no. That's not what ended the Roman Empire." Lucifer spoke seriously. "The Roman Empire destroyed itself because of warring nobles, generals, and divided peoples."

Seeing the Prime Minister listening intently, Lucifer grinned. "Now look at the USA. What do you see here? I see a divided people—Democrats and Republicans."

"Do you know what would happen if your words were heard?" The Prime Minister asked cautiously, though he still seemed keen to listen.

Lucifer noticed this and tried to subtly influence the Prime Minister with his words. "Look, the USA might be the world's greatest superpower, but that is only true as long as America remains united. If the people rise up against each other over two different ideologies, then there will be nothing left of the American Dream, Mr. Prime Minister."

Lucifer went on. "For a long time, the USA has been hated by foreign powers. They will work tirelessly to see this country fall and break it apart. Even I can't stop that."

The Prime Minister gazed at Lucifer thoughtfully. Lucifer spoke boldly; his words alone would dominate the agenda for a week.

"But if the USA unites under a single banner, then even if the whole world wants to act against it, they won't be able to do anything." Lucifer leaned back, giving the Prime Minister time to think. He took one last sip of his wine before placing the glass on the table.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister reflected on Lucifer's words. Since its founding, the USA's system had become an inseparable part of its identity. At this point, nothing in the USA could change.

No matter how logical Lucifer sounded, Dominic remained skeptical. He sighed and smiled at Lucifer. "We're approaching Washington. If you're ever available again, I'd love to host you at the White House."

As the jet landed on the runway, the Prime Minister's official vehicles arrived. Lucifer smiled and shook hands with him. This man was harder to persuade than the Pope, but no human could resist power.

If Lucifer remembered correctly, Prime Minister Dominic was newly elected and in his first term. Therefore, his thoughts were likely still focused on working hard and keeping his country at the top.

Good. Lucifer would let him be poisoned by power and grow hungry for it. No matter how well-intentioned a person was, no human could give up power.

"Until next time, Mr. Prime Minister," Lucifer said, transforming into shadows as he prepared to leave, letting his final words hang in the air.

"But remember, Mr. Prime Minister. Sooner or later, you'll think like me..."

The Prime Minister stared at the ground with a serious expression. He watched in awe as Lucifer dissolved into shadows and took a final sip of his wine.

"A united America..."

The Prime Minister whispered. Hearing the sounds of chaos outside, he turned his head and narrowed his eyes as he saw protesters.

"Hmm..." The Prime Minister hummed thoughtfully before disembarking from his jet with a faint smile. The same phrase kept echoing in his mind.

'A united America...'