I can feel my mortal soul slowly leave my body, blood had slowly covered the floor around me. So it finally came, despite my efforts.

“Goodbye father.” Lucifer my son muttered as he withdrew the sword from my body letting red liquid flow faster as he left the room.

‘At least he had the honor to personally perform the deed, just like how the gods intended.’ I intoned as I crawled to my study table taking a special bottle of wine I kept close to me for the entire time.

It was made on the day I found that kid.

“You will not escape Lythia’s punishment. A child of light will strike you down.” the pope, an idiotic piece of meat declared before he was executed.

As much of a fanatic the man was, his proclamations had mostly held true for a long time. It is why at the exact moment I found myself free from the chains of my newfound leadership, I joined my men at the search ensuring that everyone knew the gravity of the task.

I found him alone, digging the graves for his deceased mother. A normal man would take the opportunity to strike him down.

I chose a different route, one where I know the face of my demise and gain the chance to sway him at my side. I told my generals, advisors and everyone that I felt should know.

It was a lie. I had attempted to defy various prophecies during the war, all of them ended in failure and a lesson that working around it was a better idea.

So I turned him into my heir, gave him the lessons and the values needed to reach my level.

When thoughts of taking over entered his mind, I nourished it. I ignored his gathering of allies, people who will aid him in the future.

And when the time was ripe, gave him the opportunity he needed.

I was struck down by the Child of Light, but not as a hero like the Lythia intended.

“All hail the new king.” I raised my bottle as a final spit to the goddess, drinking the wine as I let it be my final sensation.