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Accused of being a terrorist, Montana Mills had been driven out of his home. Seeking vengeance, he ran to an organization to train and hunt down the person who stole his identity. However, things take a turn for the worse when the person ends up being a witch.

Witch… they are the people who received powers from demons in exchange for helping the demons propagate sins. Rendering the normal weapons useless against their kind, the witches only have a few fears. Montana Mills is just an ordinary person who summoned a demon for a hellhound; he has no idea he would be on a path to fully embrace the dark magic just for his personal gain.

However, his handler, Belphegor, has more plans for him. Using his sudden spark of vindication, Belphegor wage a war against the master of the terrorist—his own brother at arms, Satan. Gaining the support of more and more Princes of Hell, Montana gets pit against one of them.

Stakes rise, and even his forgotten past is unearthed. Embracing a new name to propel his goals forward, Montana willingly enters the world of demons… and even vied to replace the Demon Prince of Wrath himself.

...

"So it all came to this. You and me, finally standing face-to-face." A wide, menacing grin spread on Satan's face as he looked down at the approaching witch. "Tell me, Montana Mills... how was your descent to Hell?"

"Worth the wait." Montana lifted his left arm and curled his fingers, blue flames blazing to turn it into a four-fingered claw. "Since you're looking forward to meeting me, I take it as you getting ready to fall by my hands."

Satan only got up from the throne and dropped the goblet at the side as his humongous bat-like wings slowly spread behind him, casting a shadow that ate up the entire width of the chamber. He raised both hands as if downplaying the witch's words. "You really think you can kill me now?"

Montana crouched down and summoned the blue flames to embrace his body as a silhouette of a hellhound emerged around him. "I do."

Boom! He dashed towards the demon prince at the speed of sound and swung down his claw. Satan only laughed out as he summoned bones to cover his arms and block the attack.

A loud sound and a brutal shockwave followed and rippled through the air as Montana's claw struck against Satan's arm. With their eyes getting at the same level, Satan returned the glare that Montana gave him.

However, Montana grinned as well as his dark eyes lit up brightly in blue fire.

"Do you really think I can't take your place as a demon prince?"

...

This is a work of fiction. All similarities to events and people are coincidental.

To Be a Demon Prince

<p>Just like what Daiquiri had told him, Nadin Jaeger now held onto the Heart. Perhaps Daiquiri knew how to hide it, but the red seed blossoming inside Nadin's body was so obvious. It was pulsating a faint red light as if it was still taking roots inside him, but he was indeed in no condition to make use of it.</p>

<p>'So the water on the ceiling reflected the state of the Pandemonium? Is stepping on it a clear way to call the attention of the Heart?' Noah glared at the sleeping witch, but he hesitated a little. Carmina then dashed towards him with her arms turning into slicers to cut him in half. The sloth witch jumped out of the way and sent the ghost claws down again. 'Dammit, I almost forgot about this!'</p>

I am Free