Arthur
Jumping from shadow to shadow, among distracted servants.
I anxiously searched for my target, while trying to see if anyone had already spotted the incident. If other servants started gossiping about it, I needed to know.
Inducing everyone to think about this man. Various simple and soon-to-be-consumed pieces of information, as well as complex and important ones, flooded in.
Only by having all the knowledge available could I act.
The first step was already done, I had collected all the raw data.
Now I let the shallow knowledge collide with each other, as well as the simple and complex.
"He claims to have been a war hero, fighting in the Great War on behalf of the demons.In one of the most important battles He had inflicted serious wounds on Azazel, forcing his soldiers to retreat..."
"He claims to be so popular with women that many princesses had fallen in love with him and attempted to take him to bed. But he ended up rejecting most so as not to disgrace them…"
"He became the head of the servants after several honorable and glorious acts, having been personally summoned by one of the Satans, Beelzebub, before his death. With a magnificent salary and being in a position of great honor and prestige…"
"He felt honored to fight and advise for the son of his old great master. Who deeply trusts in him like a brother. "
In the collision, illogical and irrational ideas and thoughts were soon filtered out. Who this man really was soon became apparent.
"Sarkota, a cowardly, low man who is popular? He can't even hold a sword or use magic properly, how the hell could he be a war hero? He's a skinny, ugly beast who wears second-rate rags. Would he reject such a beautiful woman?"
"None of these stories seem true. Not for them, not for me."
In the end, something near the truth was coming out. the truth coming out about that man's disgrace
Sarkota, a weak low-class demon, fled from his people at a young age. becoming an old merchant who used to work on spice routes throughout history along the region of India and Arab. He constantly disguised himself as a human, and was very fat and rich in their world.
Outliving all humans he met, it was hard not to be rich, even though he had zero talent for trade and was poor most of the time. This guy was so stupid that even a baby in diapers could teach him.
Yet, he serves some humans throughout history who were capable of that.He met some humans who, in their few years of life, were already better than the secular demon.
Especially from a kid, a rich heir, in India. His parents died very soon leaving him by himself, but instead of crying,He learned how to be an adult and how to make what this devil never learned.
As this boy needed some loyal man he ended up choosing some dumb servants, who would never be capable of defying him, and as such,teaching this devill. After his death the devil still had the knowledge and chose to serve the next generations of his master.
His influence was growing each day, slow but firm. Until one day he was so influential that he chose to betray the new master and steal everything his family had.
Finally he became rich.
Now he was powerful.
In some of the cities where he had the most influence, he opened brothels and encouraged pagan religions with promiscuous practices, as well as the excessive consumption of wine and other forms of alcohol.
This way he guaranteed the sale of his products.
The money was flowing faster.
Everywhere he went seemed like a party, until his departure when everything turned into a hell of drunks and prostitutes both with sexual diseases, treated by his fake medicine.
The population suffered wherever he went, but every day he got richer and fatter.
He was immensely proud and arrogant.
He believed that everyone should bow down to him. And these humans began to think the same.
Little by little, he created his own city states and began to expand his government, slowly making himself known to others of his race.
As well as slowly touching the territory of other greater demons.
Things flowed smoothly over the centuries, everyone was busy with the Great War. He avoided by any means having any involvement with the devil wars and at the end he was accused of being a deserter by his people. One that he could easily help with his increasingly plentiful finances and so he was charged.
His kind needed resources and he had some.
But he rejected this, saying that money was his power. With it he could hire guards and soldiers to protect him and start his own war against his homeland.
In fact, he could even be the next Ruler of the Underworld.
He believed that he was smarter than all of them and that with his tactics and knowledge he could coordinate humans and some money-driven devils to act on his behalf. And to a certain extent it worked…
The extent at which nobody really important found out about him.
He had forgotten the power his race had. Surrounded by humans for so long, he had forgotten what true power means.
One day, one of Beelzebub's sons got wind of this transgressor and went to teach him what the word power really meant, not because he needed it or was requested. Simply because he thought this guy was funny.
And he even warned that he would pay him a visit.
Knowing this, Sarkota prepared for battle, believing he had not underestimated the enemy for a moment
Rows and more rows of soldiers intercepted the son of Beelzebub before he reached the city, confronting him on open ground.
The son of the true devils, as he proclaimed himself, calmly walked up to the myriad of soldiers with a wide smile crossing his face.
Spears and arrows descended upon him with a fearsome killing intent.
If there was anything left of his body it would be given to the dogs.
his head would later be sent as a reminder.
No one would ever look down on Sarkota ever again.
Walking with hands in pockets he confronted them.
The army was single-handedly destroyed in a few moments.
The elite of the soldiers, seeing his power, tried to escape. But not much more than a skeleton remains after they even start to think about it.
Who was left in the city tried to defend the walls with honor and fiery determination.
But they turned to dust as soon as he arrived.
Sarkota, was in his precious palace, on the throne waiting for good news about the victory. When the ceiling suddenly broke revealing the sight of a flying devil, his face obscured, with only a thread of light in his wide smile.
Sarkota watched petrified as his servants were crushed to death, leaving nothing but a bloody pulp.
His women were screaming in terror and shaking.
His bravest men kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.
laughing the true devil asked
"hahaha Do you really think that is power? You dumb pig, power is not money. Power is Power!You see it now?Or do I still need to spell it out?"
According to the story, the fat man's terrified expression, pissed himself with fear and looking at the servants he started begging for his life.
This was enough to cheer up this cruel boy who allowed him to survive, at the price of becoming one of his most miserable servants.
His experience was put to good use by the boy who made him the head of the servants.
Sarkota had no right to anything that a servant would normally have, even more so as their boss. His fat soon crumbled into a thin man, his once luxurious clothes replaced by cheap rags.
Servants usually reflected the glory of their masters, but Sarkota was always belittled and humiliated in front of the guests.
He was often treated more like an animal than a man, sometimes his desire for women was treated like a pet in heat and was threatened with castration.
The tools used however could not be simpler, pliers and hammers could do all the work.
It was just two nuts after all.
Only after much begging, crying and misery was he forgiven.
His small appearances embarrassed him.
Even his subordinates were treated better than him.
His hatred of the powerful made him repeatedly take out his frustrations on the lowest servants, making them fear the most absurd punishments possible.
Something that pleased Beelzebub's son even more, who preferred to keep him in that position, even giving him more servants to mistreat even more.
They both like to intimidate the weakest.
But one would always be truly powerful and the other could only belittle the lesser insects.
Sarkota was doomed to be a pet for the rest of his life.
Knowledge and feelings flowed through me, bringing me disgust the more I knew. He was a lowly man and he had met his end, yet I still felt he deserved a better fate.
There was one thing I could still grant him, death.
Eternal and unchanging peace.
That would end all his misery.
That way no one would have to suffer anymore, neither him nor his subordinates. Who didn't deserve this.