Chapter 15: A Realm of his own

The decision had been simmering in Raizer Phoenix's mind for months. Despite the success of Phoenix Star Enterprises and the significant strides he had made in establishing himself as a power in the devil society, there was one goal he had yet to achieve: sovereignty.

Phoenix territory was vast, a fiery expanse synonymous with prestige and power. But no matter how influential Raizer became within it, it would never truly be his. It belonged to the family, the legacy, and the traditions that came before him. For Raizer to carve out his own destiny, he needed his own domain.

He needed a land that would reflect his vision, his ambition, and the principles he upheld. It was time to build his own territory—a place where he would rule as an independent force, free from the constraints of his family's legacy or the interference of rival houses.

The Announcement

Raizer gathered his peerage in the grand strategy room of the Phoenix estate. As they took their seats around the long, ornate table, the mood was one of curiosity and anticipation. Garp leaned back in his chair with a grin, while Mihawk's sharp gaze suggested he had already guessed what was coming.

Raizer stood at the head of the table, his golden eyes scanning the room. "We've achieved much together," he began, his voice steady but commanding. "Phoenix Star Enterprises has grown beyond anything I could have imagined. Our influence now spans multiple supernatural territories, and our reputation speaks for itself."

"But," he continued, his tone hardening, "we are still tied to the Phoenix Clan. As long as we operate within their territory, our achievements will always be seen as part of their legacy, not ours. It's time to change that."

Ben Beckman, always the voice of reason, raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we establish our own territory?"

Raizer nodded. "Exactly. A land we can call our own. A place where we set the rules, where we control the narrative, and where our vision takes precedence."

Whitebeard let out a hearty laugh, his massive frame shaking the table slightly. "Finally! About time you claimed a piece of the world for yourself."

Gol D. Roger grinned, leaning forward. "I like it. But where are you thinking? Somewhere close to the Phoenix territory or farther away?"

Raizer's gaze shifted to a map spread across the table. "That's what we need to decide. We'll need a location that's strategically advantageous, but also outside the immediate control of other devil houses."

Choosing the Location

Over the next few days, Raizer and his peerage pored over maps of the underworld, analyzing potential territories. Each location was assessed for its strategic value, natural resources, and proximity to other devil houses.

Three options quickly emerged:

1. The Crimson Valleys – A stretch of land bordering Phoenix territory. Known for its fiery landscapes and rich deposits of magical minerals, it offered a symbolic connection to Raizer's heritage while allowing for independence. However, its proximity to Phoenix lands risked inviting meddling from the family.

2. The Shadowed Cliffs – A remote region near the territory of House Astaroth. The cliffs were rugged and treacherous, but they provided natural defenses and a reputation for being untamed. However, the proximity to Astaroth posed potential political challenges.

3. The Sapphire Coast – A fertile, coastal region far from any major devil house. Its lush landscapes and access to the sea made it ideal for trade and expansion. However, its isolation would require significant effort to develop infrastructure and establish control.

Debating the Options

The peerage gathered again to discuss the merits of each location.

"The Crimson Valleys seem like the logical choice," Yubelluna said, pointing to the map. "The proximity to Phoenix territory gives us access to familiar resources and allies, while still allowing independence. It's the least disruptive option."

Mihawk, seated with his arms crossed, shook his head. "Proximity also means interference. The Phoenix Clan will always see it as part of their domain, even if you declare independence."

Ben Beckman nodded in agreement. "The Shadowed Cliffs have potential. They're naturally defensible, and their untamed nature gives us room to grow. But House Astaroth will see it as a provocation if we claim land near their borders."

Garp, ever the blunt one, grinned. "BAHAHAHA! Let 'em get provoked. A little conflict keeps things interesting."

Whitebeard chuckled,

Debating the Options (Continued)

"Interesting, yes," Whitebeard said with a booming laugh, "but also risky. House Astaroth is not one to take territorial claims lightly. If we provoke them too soon, it could lead to unnecessary conflict. The Sapphire Coast might be the safest bet."

Gol D. Roger leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "The Sapphire Coast is appealing, but its isolation could be a double-edged sword. We'd have freedom, sure, but building from scratch without nearby allies would take time—and time isn't something we always have in this world."

Raizer listened intently, weighing each argument. Finally, he raised a hand to silence the discussion. "All three options have their strengths and weaknesses. But if we're going to establish a territory, it needs to make a statement. This isn't just about independence—it's about proving we're a force to be reckoned with."

He tapped the map, his finger landing on the Shadowed Cliffs. "We'll claim this land. It's defensible, rich with untapped resources, and its proximity to House Astaroth will send a clear message: we're not afraid of anyone."

Mihawk nodded approvingly. "Bold. I expected no less."

Ben Beckman exhaled a plume of smoke, a faint smirk on his lips. "Then we'd better be ready for the fallout. Astaroth will test us, no doubt about it."

Garp cracked his knuckles, his grin widening. "Let 'em come. I haven't had a good fight in a while."

Securing the Shadowed Cliffs

The journey to the Shadowed Cliffs was swift and deliberate. Raizer and his peerage traveled together, their presence alone a declaration of intent.

The cliffs loomed ahead, jagged peaks jutting into the crimson sky like the fangs of a great beast. The land was rugged and wild, with winds that howled through the canyons and seas that crashed violently against the rocky shores. Yet, despite its harshness, the Shadowed Cliffs held a stark beauty—and an undeniable potential.

"This place has power," Mihawk observed as they stood on a high ridge, overlooking the sprawling landscape. "Untamed, but not without promise."

Raizer nodded, his golden eyes scanning the horizon. "It's perfect. A land like this demands strength and resilience. We'll make it ours."

Building the Foundation

The first task was establishing a foothold. Raizer had brought a small but skilled team of architects, engineers, and mages to begin construction on a fortress that would serve as the heart of the territory.

The design was ambitious, blending functionality with symbolism. The fortress would be a towering structure of black and gold, its spires resembling phoenix wings stretching toward the sky. Enchanted walls would protect it from both physical and magical attacks, while its central hall would serve as a place of governance, strategy, and diplomacy.

Yubelluna oversaw much of the logistical planning, her efficiency ensuring that the project progressed smoothly. "The main challenge will be securing resources and manpower," she explained during one of their meetings. "The cliffs provide natural stone, but we'll need to establish trade routes for other materials."

Raizer nodded. "We'll use Phoenix Star Enterprises to facilitate the supply lines. Our allies in the naga kingdom and other supernatural communities can provide what we need."

As the construction progressed, the Shadowed Cliffs began to transform. The wild, untamed land was gradually shaped into a burgeoning stronghold, a testament to Raizer's vision and determination.

A Visit from House Astaroth

Predictably, it wasn't long before House Astaroth took notice of Raizer's activities.

One afternoon, as Raizer stood on the unfinished battlements of his fortress, a group of devils approached on black-winged mounts. At their head was Lord Eryk Astaroth, a tall, silver-haired devil with piercing violet eyes and an air of cold authority.

Raizer descended to meet them, his peerage at his side. Garp, Mihawk, Beckman, and Whitebeard formed an imposing line, their presence alone enough to make the visiting party hesitate.

"Raizer Phoenix," Eryk said, his voice smooth but edged with steel. "Your ambition is admirable, but your choice of location is… questionable. The Shadowed Cliffs are uncomfortably close to our borders."

Raizer's golden eyes met Eryk's unflinchingly. "This land was unclaimed. I've simply taken what was available."

Eryk smirked faintly. "Perhaps. But House Astaroth views this development as a potential threat. We prefer to keep our borders uncontested."

Roger stepped forward, his grin wide and mischievous. "Sounds like you're afraid of a little competition, Eryk."

Eryk's gaze flicked to Roger, his expression tightening. "This isn't about fear. It's about maintaining order."

Raizer raised a hand, silencing Roger before addressing Eryk directly. "House Astaroth has nothing to fear from us—as long as they respect our sovereignty. My territory will not infringe on yours, but I won't tolerate interference either."

The tension in the air was palpable, but Eryk eventually inclined his head. "Very well. But know this—we will be watching closely. Any sign of aggression, and House Astaroth will respond."

With that, the Astaroth delegation departed, leaving Raizer and his team standing on the battlements.

"Cowards," Garp muttered, cracking his knuckles. "They talk a big game, but they're just testing us."

"And we passed the test," Mihawk said calmly. "For now."

**Establishing Sovereignty