Eri could not believe his eyes. This should not be possible.Not another holder of the name, not an inheritor. This demon before him was one he knew personally — the Marquis Andrealphus during the age of his rule.Somehow, it had survived to the present day.Eri pushed past his shock. He studied the Marquis carefully.The demon noble Andrealphus was as falsely arrogant as ever. A peacock mirrored, the avian monster was not above the occasional demeaning comment or snide remark, even in those few moments it stood in Demon King Erizen’s presence.Yet even such acts were but the designs of Hell. It meant nothing; less than nothing. A Demon could not feel. Could not change. The words it spoke and the pride it portrayed were but the purposeful markings of the Black Damnation — false emotions used in its craft of the demon noble, to better shape it as a tool to command the forces of Hell.Arrogance gave rise to aggression. Like lubricants to a machine, Andrealphus was moved to action by its insistent and incurable sense of superiority — an unfeeling shell fed the ghosts of emotions.Evidently, the System agreed./-/Andrealphus, 65th Favoured of HellLvl 120 Demon Noble; MarquiseAn unusually crafty and long-lived Ruby-Core Demon Noble, especially for one who inherited the name of ‘Marquise Andrealphus’, a title often attributed to short-lived but violently destructive Archons. (...)