Chapter 11: Sister, House, Parents Both Busy

In the early morning, Hell woke from his slumber.

He sat up with somewhat sluggish movements.

The quilt covering him slid down, revealing the matching black undergarments beneath.

The morning air carried a chill that made him suppress a slight shiver, making his already bloodless face appear even paler.

He picked up the black school uniform beside him and dressed neatly with efficient motions.

Afterward, he walked to the bathroom and began his morning routine.

Holding his toothbrush, Hell squeezed out some toothpaste and began brushing his teeth while facing the mirror on the wall.

The youth in the mirror possessed a face with delicate features and a refined elegance.

His eyes were narrow and long, and his nose was straight; combined, they were certainly handsome, even possessing a certain aesthetic beauty.

He looked like a beautiful boy straight out of a manga.

However, this handsomeness was shrouded by a lingering air of sickly frailty. His skin was an unhealthy pale, showing almost no color.

Distinct dark shadows hung beneath his eyelids, as if from a chronic lack of sleep.

His gaze always carried a sense of weariness, and paired with his slightly furrowed brow, his entire persona exuded an aura of being perpetually half-asleep and physically fragile.

As Hell brushed his teeth mechanically, he calmly scrutinized this face—both familiar and foreign—through the glass.

‘It has been seven days since I crossed over.’

Seven days was enough time for him to thoroughly digest and understand the entire background of the original owner of this body—the character “Hell.”

He was a boy who had been frail and sickly since childhood, struggling on the line between life and death multiple times, nearly dying young.

Although he eventually managed to survive by luck, his body remained far weaker than an ordinary person’s.

He had low immunity and lacked energy, which resulted in the permanent dark circles under his eyes and a sickly appearance, as if he might cough up blood and collapse at any moment.

This constitution had also affected his personality, making him withdrawn and gloomy.

He had no friends at the academy and, naturally, failed to catch the attention of the Goddess Angel he secretly admired, Luna.

That was until he came into contact with the Eternal Night Gospel and obtained the eerie ability known as the Mutual Slaughter of All Things.

Only then did he seem to find a sense of existence and power, even if that power came with massive flaws and a heavy price.

Hell spat out the mouthwash and wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel.

At this moment, the youth’s eyes in the mirror were still weary, but deep within them flickered a calmness that did not match his apparent age.

‘Yesterday… I already set up the advance hints and guidance for that Goddess Angel codenamed Artemis—Luna Florea.’

Taking advantage of the perfect opportunity created by that idiot T, he had not only “saved” Luna but also proactively pointed out her mistakes in battle, playing a role that seemed neutral or even slightly instructional.

These actions had undoubtedly succeeded in unsettling the mind of this Goddess Angel, who was known for annihilation and possessed a proud, direct personality.

It made her confused, kept her on guard, and forced her to owe him a favor while she began to ponder the meaning behind his “teaching.”

‘Progress is… decent enough.’

‘At least the first step of contact and planting an impression is complete.’

After finishing his grooming, Hell wiped away the last trace of water and adjusted the black academy uniform. It was well-tailored, yet it looked somewhat empty on his thin frame.

He gently pushed the door open, the hinges letting out a faint creak.

Just as Hell stepped out and was about to pull the door shut, his gaze swept casually across the hall. He saw a slender figure passing through the corridor in front of his room.

It was a girl with long black hair.

Her features were beautiful to the point of being surreal; her skin was as white as porcelain, her eyebrows were long and thin, and her nose was small and straight.

Her lips were a faint cherry pink, and her entire face looked as if it had been meticulously carved, possessing a breathtaking beauty.

Most striking were her eyes, which were like two pieces of pure obsidian—deep, cold, and lacking the vivacity and warmth typical of a girl her age.

Her smooth, jet-black hair fell straight behind her shoulders like fine silk.

The girl wore an academy uniform similar in style to Hell’s, though the colors and details marked her as a junior student.

The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her footsteps.

This was Hell’s sister, Cece. Nominally, at least.

“Good… good morning, Cece.”

Hell paused slightly and subconsciously raised his hand. He forced a smile that tried not to look too stiff and offered a greeting in a relatively gentle tone.

However, upon hearing his voice, the girl who was about to walk down the stairs came to a slight halt.

She did not turn around immediately, and her back seemed to stiffen for a moment. Only after several seconds did she slowly turn halfway.

There was originally no expression on that exquisite little face, but the moment her gaze met Hell’s, it was as if she were covered by an invisible frost.

Her expression darkened instantly. It wasn’t anger, but a deeper, more suppressed gloom and coldness that seemed to drop the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

She gave Hell a cold sweep of her eyes—a strange look filled with undisguised alienation, vigilance, and even a trace of indescribable loathing.

The girl’s lips moved slightly, spitting out words that were brief, blunt, and devoid of warmth, as if she were talking to a total stranger.

“Breakfast is on the table.”

After a half-second pause, she added another sentence in an even colder tone.

“I’m leaving.”

Having said that, she didn’t give Hell a second look. She turned back quickly, her long black hair cutting a sharp arc in the air. Without looking back, she stepped down the wooden stairs leading to the first floor. The crisp, fast sound of her footsteps faded away and soon vanished downstairs.

Hell remained in the posture of raising his hand to say hello, though his smile had long since stiffened and vanished. He looked at the top of the stairs where Cece had disappeared, then at his own raised hand. A flash of obvious embarrassment and helplessness crossed his face.

‘Cece.’

According to the memories Hell had merged with, she was his foster sister. The background setting was quite classic and tragic:

Cece’s parents, who were the best friends of Hell’s parents, had both died in an accident deemed a mishap, leaving the young Cece with no one to care for her. Consequently, Hell’s parents adopted her, and she moved into this home as Hell’s sister.

However, the relationship in his memory showed that this nominal pair of siblings did not get along well at all. In fact, they were exceptionally cold and estranged. Over time, it had evolved into this awkward situation where they were practically strangers who were forced to live under the same roof.

With a sigh of helplessness, Hell lowered his hand and smoothed his hair. He then followed her down the stairs with somewhat unsteady steps.

When he reached the small hall connected to the dining room on the first floor, he immediately saw Cece changing her shoes at the entrance.

The girl had her back to him, leaning over slightly as her long black hair slid off her shoulders to hang by her sides.

She was elegantly slipping a small black student loafer onto a slender ankle already clad in a pure white over-the-knee sock.

Her school bag was already on her back, and she looked ready to leave at any moment.

Looking at her thin silhouette, Hell hesitated for a moment before walking over, stopping a few paces away from the entryway.

“Um… Cece, do you have enough… allowance? If it’s not enough…”

Hell used the more intimate nickname from his memory, but he didn’t get to finish his sentence.

Cece’s movements came to a sudden halt. Maintaining her slightly bent posture while balancing on one foot, she twisted her head back with extreme rigidity.

On that exquisite but icy face, an undisguised look of disgust and rejection surfaced clearly. Her obsidian eyes pierced straight through Hell with no warmth, only the irritation of being disturbed and a deep-seated resistance.

“I don’t need you to worry.”

The girl’s voice was cold. Every word was enunciated clearly and forcefully, as if she were cutting through something unpleasant. She paused, the loathing in her eyes nearly overflowing as she added in an even chillier tone:

“And don’t call me ‘Cece.'”

She then slightly emphasized the last word, as if to drive the point home.

“…It’s disgusting.”

After saying this, as if unwilling to stay a second longer, Cece quickly turned back, slipped on her other shoe, and stood up straight.

She grabbed her bag, and without glancing at Hell, she gripped the doorknob.

With a click, the door opened, her slender figure vanished outside, and the door was shut behind her with a moderate thud.

Hell stood in place, staring at the closed door.

A complex expression crossed his face before finally dissolving into a soft sigh.

He turned and walked with heavy steps to the dining table.

A simple breakfast was already laid out on the rectangular wooden table.

Hell pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up a piece of toast and took a slow bite, chewing it, though he found it tasteless.

In the plot settings, the character “Hell” was a bona fide rich kid.

His father was an entrepreneur who traveled the world managing a vast commercial empire, while his mother was a renowned scholar and researcher devoted to cutting-edge theoretical studies, almost permanently stationed at the Academy City Research Institute.

It was the classic “busy parents, a sister, and a house” background character setup.

However, reality was far more complex and… less pleasant than the setting.

The Hell of the original story had not used these favorable conditions to become an outstanding youth.

On the contrary, due to the low self-esteem and isolation brought on by his congenital frailty—coupled with his parents’ long-term absence and lack of discipline—he had gradually become a delinquent with a twisted personality.

Relying on his family background and the eerie power he had secretly obtained, he hadn’t done anything world-shattering, but he had committed plenty of petty evils, bullied the weak, and played dirty tricks.

His reputation at the academy was quite terrible.

Thus, Cece, who lived in this household, had no favorable impression of this nominal cousin from the start, feeling only distance and a faint disgust.

In her childhood memories, this cousin was always gloomily lurking in corners or looking at her with eyes that made her uncomfortable.

Then, a certain event occurred that led Cece to view him entirely as a stranger.

Since then, her attitude toward Hell had upgraded from distance and disgust to blatant hatred.

The girl was like a doll trapped in an exquisite cage—cold and beautiful, yet full of rejection for both the cage and its keeper.

Because she was still a minor and had no one else to rely on, she was forced to continue living in this nominal home.

Deep down, Cece likely craved the moment she turned of age and gained independence so she could fly far away, leave this suffocating family, and never see this “disgusting” cousin again.

However, since she lived in this house and the financial power was in the hands of the nominally adult Hell—meaning her food, clothing, and shelter depended on him—she still prepared a portion for him when she cooked, despite her intense internal reluctance.

But for Hell, the transmigrator who had passively inherited all of this, the mess and the terrible relationships left by the original owner were troublesome but not an unsolvable “big problem.”

Compared to those, the truly most important and core issue was this:

This “sister” Cece, who was ice-cold and utterly loathed him… was a Goddess Angel.

And Hell himself?

The Adjudicator “V” of the Eternal Night Gospel.

The polar opposite of the Goddess Angels—a quintessential villain.

If his identity were ever exposed, Hell felt certain that this so-called sister would strike him down without a moment’s hesitation.