I'm The Devil - Chapter 301

Chapter 301: The Allfather 2
Odin led Lucifer through the grand halls of Asgard, his pace measured and silent. The towering columns and intricate golden designs seemed to shine brighter in the Morningstar’s presence, as if the very essence of the realm acknowledged him. Behind them, Loki and Nezha followed at a respectful distance, their footsteps barely audible.

When they reached the throne hall, Odin paused for a moment, his gaze briefly flickering to the grand throne that dominated the room. But he did not sit. Instead, with a wave of his hand, two smaller thrones materialized behind him and Lucifer. They were simple but elegant, carved from gleaming gold and adorned with faint runes that pulsed softly.

Lucifer glanced at the thrones, his smirk playing on his lips. “Not taking your seat, Allfather?” he asked, his tone casual but laced with amusement.

Odin turned to him, his expression calm but laced with something rare: respect. “No,” he said simply. “This moment isn’t about me.” He paused, his eyes meeting Lucifer’s. “After all, it was you who gave me the wisdom to claim that throne in the first place.”

Lucifer’s smirk widened, but he said nothing, lowering himself into one of the thrones with an air of complete ease. Odin took the other seat, the weight of his reverence clear in the slight bow of his head.

“I must apologize for Thor’s behavior,” Odin said, his voice steady but sincere. “He is… passionate, but he acts before he thinks. Especially when it comes to his brother.”

Lucifer leaned back in his throne, crossing one leg over the other. “No need to apologize,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Those attuned to thunder always have a knack for aggression. It’s not my first rodeo.”

Odin couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at his lips, though he quickly smothered it. That’s right, he thought to himself. He also mentored Zeus.

“You’ve had quite an influence on gods throughout the ages,” Odin said aloud, his tone lighter but still respectful.

Lucifer shrugged, his smirk never leaving. “What can I say? You lot are always entertaining. And sometimes, you need a little… guidance.”

Odin nodded, leaning back slightly as he studied the Morningstar. “Still, you didn’t have to come here yourself. I doubt you came just to free Loki.”

Lucifer’s eyes gleamed with faint amusement, but he said nothing, letting the silence hang in the room. Odin understood the message clearly: Lucifer would reveal his purpose when he saw fit, and not a moment before.

The Allfather sighed, turning his gaze to the grand hall as his thoughts swirled. Having Lucifer Morningstar in his home was not something he’d ever expected. Yet, here he was—the being who had shaped gods before they even knew themselves.

Loki, leaning casually against the doorway, finally broke the silence. “Well, isn’t this cozy? The Allfather and the Morningstar, sitting like old friends.”

Lucifer glanced at him, his smirk widening. “Careful, Trickster. You’re lucky I like you.”

Loki grinned, clearly unfazed. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Lucifer stretched slightly, leaning back in his throne with a relaxed grin. “You’ve done well for yourself, Odin. Asgard is as grand as I remember.”

Odin inclined his head, his expression humble. “I owe much of it to the lessons you taught me. You shaped more of this realm than you know.”

Lucifer chuckled softly. “Oh, I know. But I’ll admit, you’ve taken those lessons and made them your own. That’s the part that matters.”

Odin allowed a small smile to touch his lips. “Still, having you here reminds me of how far we’ve come. It’s humbling.”

Lucifer waved a hand dismissively, standing up in one fluid motion. “Enough with the sentiment, Allfather. You’ve already earned your place in history. Let’s not make this a nostalgia trip.”

Odin rose as well, watching Lucifer closely. “You know you’re welcome here, Morningstar. If ever you have need of Asgard, its gates are open to you.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “Careful, Odin. Offers like that might just tempt me to take you up on it.”

The Allfather chuckled, a rare sound that seemed to echo warmly through the hall. “Then it would be a challenge worth having.”

Lucifer turned, his coat sweeping behind him as he walked toward the doors where Loki and Nezha waited. Bariel appeared from the shadows, his expression calm but slightly tense.

“You’re leaving already?” Bariel asked, stepping forward.

Lucifer stopped, turning to his brother with a faint smile. “I don’t exactly plan to settle down, Bariel. Besides, I’ve got a Trickster to babysit now.” He glanced at Loki, who grinned mockingly but said nothing.

Bariel hesitated before stepping closer, placing a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “Take care of yourself, brother. And try not to cause too much chaos.”

Lucifer’s smile widened. “No promises.”

The two shared a brief nod, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, with a quick pat on Bariel’s arm, Lucifer turned and walked away.

As they approached the exit, Loki nudged Nezha with his elbow. “I can’t tell if I’m relieved or disappointed we didn’t burn anything down.”

Nezha snorted, shaking his head. “You’re lucky we’re even walking out of here alive.”

Lucifer pushed open the grand doors, the light of Asgard spilling out around them as they stepped into the open. He paused for a moment, glancing back over his shoulder. Odin and Bariel stood at the entrance, watching silently.

“Until next time,” Lucifer called out, his tone light and full of mischief. Then, with a flash of power, he and his companions vanished into the air, leaving only a faint ripple of energy behind.

Odin sighed, folding his arms as he watched the empty space where they had stood. “That man will never change,” he murmured, though there was a trace of fondness in his voice.

Bariel smiled faintly. “Maybe not. But he always has a reason for what he does.”

Odin nodded slowly, the faintest shadow of concern crossing his face. “Yes. And I only hope the rest of us are ready when we find out what it is.”