Chapter 36: A Father in Fury 【Vol 2 – Demon King: Dad Mode】

【Lucifer PoV】

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Those two fake Don Juans trying to flirt with my daughter, I can’t contain myself.

To avoid raising suspicions, I went alone.

Well, demons and humans are in an eternal battle, but since this academy is neutral ground, this won’t be a visit from a demon king, but from a father.

A father who is very worried about his daughter and doesn’t want to let two hungry wolves destroy her innocence.

I rehearsed my entrance speech twelve times.

The first version began with fire and brimstone.

The second involved a friendly fruit basket.

Versions three through seven alternated between tears, threats, and interpretive dance.

By version eight I added a sock puppet named “Safety.”

Version nine was just screaming.

Version ten relied on complex legal jargon that I invented mid-stride.

Version eleven had a catchy chorus.

Version twelve was a polite nod followed by seventy-three sub-clauses about dismemberment.

I memorized them all, in case the receptionist preferred options.

I practiced walking casual.

Left foot.

Right foot.

Tail relaxed.

Claws retracted.

Smile set to “concerned parent” instead of “apocalyptic tyrant.”

Every reflective window showed a different disaster.

One glare too sharp, and students might faint.

One fang too long, and someone might propose a holy crusade.

I spent five minutes chewing gum made of shadows to hide brimstone breath.

Results were mixed; now I smelled like licorice and doom.

I mapped every hallway from memory.

North wing: alchemy labs—too many volatile liquids.

East wing: library—quiet, but full of corners for kissing.

West courtyard: rose bushes—obvious confession spot.

South garden: gazebo—statistically 78 percent of first loves begin under gazebos.

I vowed to burn the gazebo on my way out.

I prepared countermeasures.

Anti-dimples glare.

Anti-blond comb.

Anti-dark-bangs scissors.

Anti-smirk holy-water balloons.

A pocketful of silver rings inscribed “Return to Father.”

If either wolf placed a hand on her shoulder, that hand would come home in a ring box.

When I arrived at the academy, I was greeted by the receptionist.

She was half human, half demon, and all bureaucracy.

“State your purpose.”

Her tone was flat as stale parchment.

“I am here on parental business.”

“No flaming, cursing, or conquering inside the lobby.”

She pointed to a sign.

“I am flame-free and curse-free for the next twenty minutes.”

She inspected my claws.

She sniffed the brimstone.

“Swear you won’t go to war.”

“I swear on my daughter’s favorite cauldron.”

“Very well, Father Lucifer, you may proceed.”

I had to promise over and over that I wouldn’t go to war.

Well… if those two casanovas haven’t tried anything with my daughter, I won’t.

The first hungry wolf I saw was him, Siegfried, the blond.

His face looked like that of a predator, innocent, young, full of the desire to eat young damsels in distress.

This one I’ll have to watch out for.

I approached him.

“Hello… Siegfried-dono, today I’m not here as a Demon King, but as a father…”

He saw me and acted disdainful.

It didn’t even look like the face of someone who had seen his arch enemy face to face.

As expected of a wolf, he wants to win me over with this attitude, pretending to be a good guy.

But no, he won’t win me over, he’ll never be my son-in-law.

“Hi…”

His voice was airy.

“I’m sorry I don’t know the name of the current demon king… what’s his name…”

Even more disdainful.

“My name is Lucifer!!!”

“Oh yes, Lucifer, I can’t talk to you too much because you know what, at some point we’re going to have to… kill each other… I’m sorry but I have to leave…”

This guy was acting like a good guy again, the kind who doesn’t want to meet his future father-in-law.

This bastard is good, very good, and very dangerous.

I’d better get going.

I walked for a few minutes and saw the other guy.

The bad-boy Eksu.

Black hair, even rougher attitude.

He was with my daughter and coming towards me, so I decided to hide behind a statue of some dusty archmage.

I peeked around the marble beard.

My daughter was feeding him.

He ate it like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

What?

My daughter is terrible at cooking.