Somewhere on EarthThree years later

Allen sighs as he stands on the roof of one of his company buildings in the capital on Earth. Just looking out at the busy streets down below, where Fractures once in a while appear, only for any void creatures coming out of them to immediately turn into blobs of glowing red liquid that vanish soon after without leaving a trace.

A rather bizarre sight that Allen and the people have grown used to over the past few years since Scarlet reached Class VI.

Several changes have been made throughout both Earth and Tartarus over the years, and Allen is more than pleased by the majority of them.

For one, the demons have started to truly become a part of society on Earth. All because of Scarlet acting as a connection between the humans and demons. A person who is beloved by both. And in some corners of both Earth and Tartarus, even worshiped. A fact Scarlet herself tries rather hard to avoid the few times Allen sees her every few months.

There’s even a demon acting on the Council now as a chairperson, representing all of the demons on Earth.

And there’s a few human Guardians with noble titles on Tartarus as well.

Even Allen got himself a noble title on Tartarus. The title of viscount.

Another change that has run through both Earth and Tartarus is the loss of the humans’ main mode of leveling up since the demons stopped attacking. Making Tartarus the only place to level up anymore.

Allen crosses his arms and frowns when another Fracture appears, only for the void creatures jumping out of it on the city street down below to immediately be turned into blood. But his thoughts quickly return to the matter of the Guardian Training Treaty.

A treaty made between the council and the Demon King overseen by Scarlet’s clone that designates certain Gates to only be available to Guardians and demons who are registered as hunters. Contractors who travel through Tartarus hunting down demons either in the hunt-free zone or hunting down criminals who have broken the law and have had a bounty placed upon their heads.

Allen still isn’t sure how he feels about the whole idea, but it’s better than Earth’s society being turned on its head due to the inability for people to continue expanding their lifespans. Eventually leading to Earth’s Guardians dying of old age and not being able to level up.

On the other hand, the demons are all fine with it. They’re already used to it as it was how Tartarus was always like for them.

Despite Allen’s constant naggings at his adopted daughter, however, he loves her just as much as his own flesh and blood daughter.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings.

And he has also finally cut back on his drinking habits. Since said daughter no longer gets herself in trouble all the time.

At most she may accidentally destroy one of his buildings while dealing with the void creatures. But he can’t very well scold her for that when it was just one of her clones doing it and it was on accident.

He’d also feel bad for doing it since she’s protecting his building at the same time by killing the void creatures.

Even if she’s doing it more to devour the things than she is to protect his building.

But Allen likes to imagine that she’s doing it to help him instead.

It makes him feel better after not seeing his daughter for so long.

Allen lets out another sigh, only to pause when he hears feet touching the ground behind him. Then a voice follows the sound of footsteps, “Sighing is becoming a habit for you Dad.”

He turns around to find Belle walking up to him while wearing a heavy winter coat as snow falls down on the roof around her. The woman’s hands held in her pockets with a smile on her face.

Allen gives her a brief hug before looking out at the street again and saying, “Can you blame me? You miss her too. I just wish she’d visit more often.”

“I know,” Belle says, sounding like she misses her as well based on her tone. “But she’s growing stronger to save the universe. There isn’t much we can do.”

Allen nods his head without a word at that.

The two stand in silence for several more seconds before Allen asks his daughter, “So how was your trip to Tartarus?”

Belle hums in response and says, “I reached level 700 over there in a place called the Battlefield of Blood and Ruin.”

“Oh, the place Scarlet spoke about a few times?” Allen asks, glancing at his daughter while looking her over with more than a little worry in his gaze. Simply due to how dangerous Scarlet kept making that place out to be.

“I’m fine, Dad,” Belle says while rolling her eyes. “I would’ve stayed longer, but we decided that we should be holding it soon.” She pauses for a second before frowning. “Assuming Scarlet stops by at some point in the near future.”

“Ah, I see,” Allen mutters, feeling slightly bitter about that.

Right… that’s a thing…

He’s grown a little fonder of Arthur over the years, but he still isn’t all that pleased about the idea of his daughter getting married. And that feeling is growing worse now that their wedding is starting to be near.

For the first time in a while he actually has a brief thought hoping that Scarlet won’t stop by soon. Strictly so that the wedding will be held off for a bit.

And right after he has that thought, an overwhelming presence fills the entire city before condensing and floating down, making Allen let out another sigh.

Then a voice echoes around them with a sense of power in it, “Did you replace your drinking with sighing, Dad?”

Allen can’t help but sigh again at that before lifting his head, ignoring the excitement Belle is showing as he looks at his other daughter.

The Wolf of the Blood Moon.

She doesn’t look much different from the last time he saw her. Same black hair with red highlights that occasionally look like their glowing. Same glowing crimson arms that are currently fading to look like normal, smooth and pale white arms. Same tail that is quickly absorbed into her body after she no doubt made this clone and put her main consciousness into it. And the same pale flames blazing in her eyes that send a shiver down his spine from the sheer power he feels in them despite being her adoptive father.

She’s even wearing her usual outfit of black pants, a black shirt, and a black jacket with red trim.

Allen ignores all of that as he crosses his arms and gives her an exasperated look without saying anything, seemingly confusing her in the process.

Of course she chooses now to visit.

He shakes his head while looking down again while imagining his daughter walking down the aisle as a bride.

Maybe I should try drinking again.