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Chapter 61: Preparing
🕑 Added 2025-09-08 23:55:25 +0000 UTC[3rd POV]
While Morgan was now deciding to use her new trait to become a proper Super Devil, creating a new trait and getting her own True Form, Zekram Bael was having different thoughts. Thoughts regarding Morgan, and the influence she was amassing in the Underworld.
Morgan didn’t even realize it, but she was beginning to get a large following amongst the Devils, especially the lower class. The common folk if you will.
Why?
Because she treated everyone equally, especially within her own lands. Within her lands, all devils were classified as equal, all were punished equally, all were paid equally for the job (obviously the harder jobs paid more, as you’d assume), and all were given the same rights and privileges.
Nobody was above another in her lands.
Thanks to this, her people, her civilians, were VERY fond of her. To the point that it was almost to a degree akin to worship. With them spreading the word of Morgan and the actions she takes within her community.
Now this alone wouldn’t make Zekram too worried. But it was the fact that Morgan’s influence was extending beyond her own lands. With whispers of praise and adoration spreading around the Underworld, within all the lands.
The whispers were from Low Class folk, to even the High Class, and fellow Lords who had been to make massive amounts of wealth thanks to her trade group that she had formed.
None had profited more than those in her alliance, with the Sitri’s getting far richer than before thanks to her working with them in order to sell massive amounts of potions around the Underworld.
Even the Gremory’s were making more money, thanks to her betrothal to Rias.
But the Bael Clan? They were beginning to lose out on it.
Slowly but surely, they were losing more and more money. Their influence beginning to dry up, as those that feared Zekram were beginning to realize that Morgan was stronger than him. As while he did have political connections, that could only do so much before a peerage as powerful as hers, and with the political connections that she too was beginning to amass.
The Four Satans, Azazel, Sitri’s, Agares, Leviathan, Lucifer, and so many others. All of these were working with her, or for her. And having a Leviathan and Lucifer in your peerage?
It was practically screaming “I am powerful! I am not one to be messed with!”
And that is what truly worried Zekram.
He couldn't touch her. Not personally. She was beloved by the Underworld thanks to her potions, and the fertility potions (that pretty much everyone knew she had created). She was so important to the Underworld, that not even those that hated her could go against her.
What she was creating, what she was doing for the Underworld? It was more than a mere conflict or a political plot. It was the future.
A future that would not have Zekram Bael in mind.
And it was for that reason, that he was currently in his office, staring at words on a piece of paper in front of him, a small grin on his face. A plan had been forming for weeks now, and that plan…that plan was finally going to come to fruition.
“Soon…soon the Zagan clan shall end…for good”
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Back with Morgan, the woman was unaware of the plots of one of the oldest living Devils. Instead, she was looking through her vault.
She had been using her Akashic Understanding in order to figure out the best ritual to use in tandem with her evolution, and from what she had found, it was a bit complicated.
She needed a dragon heart of decent power, a phoenixes heart, and the heart of one of the four Satans.
So yeah…not exactly something she could just casually do.
Thankfully, after looking through the secrets of the Phenex family, she had found out that the Phenex family actually had a Phoenix Heart, the last known Phoenix Heart in existence.
It was said in legends that if a Phenex was able to consume the heart, they would ascend into a higher form, bringing about a new golden age for the clan.
But whenever someone tried to touch it, it would burn them to ash. Only the first Phenex had ever been able to touch a Phoenix heart without burning, at least, when it comes to Devils.
After a bit of searching, Morgan had found it. The Phoenix Heart.
It was a large flaming thing, immense heat that was capable of atomizing an ultimate class devil, radiating from it. A powerful artifact, but one that was not enough to burn her, as her hand stretched out and she gripped it in her hands.
The heat was nothing to her, thanks to her dragon and phoenix sides.
“Huh…not as hot as I was expecting. But it’ll do” Morgan said with a smile as she placed it into her storage bag.
The next target? A dragon heart. And there was only one heart needed for the ritual, but…why stick with only one, when there are two perfectly good hearts to claim? The hearts of…
The Heavenly Dragons.
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So as it turns out, Ddraig and Albion’s hearts ARE still around, and fully functional for a ritual. Now, the problem with them was the fact that they were currently…in the vault of the Greek Gods.
Yeah…that was a bit of a problem.
Except…Morgan had access to the greatest source of knowledge in the world. And when you have a book on Olympus and its defenses as well as layouts, as well as a spell created to hide the user from Gods…
Well, getting into the vault was a lot easier than you’d think.
Standing within the gleaming vault filled with gold and artifacts. Morgan glanced around, she noticed there were a lot of items of legend used by heroes of Greek past, like the club of Hercules, and the bow of Atalanta.
But it was a large crimson heart exuding bloody red energy, and a large white heart exuding silver energy that caught her eyes more than anything. They were warded with thousands of layers of energy, but…getting around that wasn’t difficult for someone like her.
But once she did get around it, she had to be quick.
And she was quick.
Masterfully breaking through the wards around the hearts, it took her only a total of 5 seconds before the hearts were shoved into her storage bag, and she was teleporting off, just as Zeus shattered the door and ran in.
Grinning, Morgan decided to have some fun, as she warped her form and voice.
“Thanks for the hearts, ya old coot! Rizevim sends his regards!”
Morgan disappeared a moment later, leaving a roaring Zeus, furious, and a frowning Athena, wondering what Rizevim wanted the hearts for.
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Morgan could only cackle after obtaining the two hearts, knowing that she had just made Rizevim's life much more difficult. Which is a good thing, as it would make the Greek Gods focus on him, while she prepared for future events that would no doubt be going down.
The last target that she needed to get was the heart of a Satan. Now this one…this was a lot more complicated. As she did know where the heart was, and she even knew whose it was. The Heart of Lucifer himself, the best possible heart she could get for this ritual.
But it was where the heart was located that was…a big problem.
It was…in the Vatican.
Yeah…that was a complication, even for her. As thanks to the many many many protections layered around the place, specifically made to detect Devils, she couldn’t just walk in and grab the damn thing.
So instead…she’d need to get the help of someone who was capable of walking in casually and wouldn’t be stopped.
And that was…
Jeanne.
She was still a Saint technically, and had a living shit load of holy power. Enough to be compared to an angel. And every time she “Broke through” she would unlock another layer of holy power, to the point that she was beginning to catch up to the higher powered members of the peerage.
Something that Morgan kept a close eye on.
Creating a portal into the area just outside of the vault was absolutely possible for Morgan, and was exactly what she was doing right now, as she had Jeanne standing next to her.
“You understand what you need to do, right? You need to get through this portal, and through the first door you see. In the center will be the heart. Just shove it into this bag and it’ll be transported here. After that, I’ll call you back with my mark, alright?” Morgan said, as Jeanne nodded.
“And you’re sure that this is safe? And that it won’t harm anyone?”
“Of course love, I made certain of that. And you’ve got an invisibility spell placed on you, so you won’t be noticed no matter what, I promise” Morgan said, as Jeanne breathed out and nodded, as the portal opened in front of them, and Jeanne raced through moments later.
Morgan waited for a little under a minute, before she watched a glow form next to her, a heart beating there, with unique golden and black lines traveling through it.
Moments later, Jeanne appeared within, breathing heavily.
“Were you seen?” Morgan asked, seeing her appearance as Jeanne shook her head.
“No, the room was just a lot bigger than you had said, and had a lot of weird traps inside. But nothing I couldn’t handle, master” Jeanne responded, as Morgan smiled, patting her head as Jeanne blushed.
“Good job Jeanne, I’ll make sure to thoroughly reward you for this later” Morgan said, a small smirk forming on her face as Jeanne squeaked, an obvious thought flashing through her head, and it was likely a lewd one, as Morgan just laughed, watching Jeanne give her a thank you and race off.
Leaving her alone with her ritual objects, and one thought on her mind.
‘Let’s do this ritual!
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That’s the end of the chapter!
The next chapter will be an important one, and will be giving Morgan a large power up.
I plan for this fic to go for another 50 chapters or so, if that.
Bookstore Witch will be getting updated in a bit.
Anyways, have a good day!
Comments
Emil v03
Yippeee TFTC!!!
TATTERWING
Thanks for the chapter 🍪
