Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Aldred and Varik found a quiet corner of the lounge, away from the celebratory noise and the laughter of the soldiers. Despite the luxury that surrounded them, their conversation turned serious as Aldred expressed his interest in the training that had just taken place.

Varik, with a hint of pride in his voice, recounted some of the epic moments from the demon worlds, highlighting the soldiers' bravery and adaptability.

"They've surpassed all expectations," Varik stated, his eyes reflecting the fires of battles fought and won. "Their tenacity, their willingness to face down the harshest of enemies… It was something to behold."

Aldred nodded, absorbing Varik's words. He had always believed in the potential of his soldiers, but to hear of their feats from Varik brought a new level of satisfaction. Yet, his mind was on a different mission now, one that required an audience with a figure of immense power.

"I need to meet with the Master of the Fleet," Aldred said after a moment, his tone shifting to one of determination.

Varik raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the request. "The Master of the Fleet? That's not a meeting easily arranged. May I ask why?"

Aldred paused, considering his words carefully. "I have a proposal, one that could change the course of our battle against the forces that threaten the galaxy. And I believe we have a mutual acquaintance who might help broker this meeting."

To Aldred's surprise, Varik agreed without hesitation, promising to arrange the meeting. Within hours, they were en route to the massive supership that served as the command center for the Master of the Fleet. The ship was a testament to the power and might of their forces, its size and capabilities far beyond anything in the Celestial Platoon's arsenal.

Upon their arrival, they were ushered into a vast chamber where the Master of the Fleet awaited. The air was charged with tension, the weight of countless decisions that had shaped the fate of the galaxy hanging heavy in the room.

"What do you want, Aldred?" the Master of the Fleet asked, his voice echoing through the chamber.

Aldred stepped forward, but instead of answering directly, he introduced the figure standing beside him. "This is Vortimer, an ancient sentient robot with capabilities that you are well aware of. He has been an ally and a protector of the Celestial Platoon since its inception."

The Master of the Fleet's expression darkened at the mention of Vortimer's name. "Vortimer…" he muttered, his frown deepening. "Our forces have clashed in the past. You bring an old enemy to my doorstep and call him an ally?"

Aldred remained calm, undeterred by the accusation. "Vortimer has fought alongside us, defended us, and contributed to our victories. His firepower, his mastery of quantum teleportation, have been invaluable. I believe he can be just as invaluable to your forces, to our collective cause."

The Master of the Fleet scoffed, his distrust evident. "Aldred, this rusting metal is not your ally. He will stab you in the back!"

Vortimer, silent until now, stepped forward. "I am not the machine I once was," he said, his voice carrying a note of solemnity. "My allegiance is to those who seek peace, who fight against the darkness that threatens to consume us all. I stand with Aldred, as I will stand with you, should you accept our offer."

"Bullshit! You desire to destroy every living entity in this galaxy until there is nothing left. The peace you seek is complete stillness and death!"

"That was indeed my intention until I meet Aldred. Now I desire to unite the galaxy."

The Master burst into laughter. "I do not care what your intention is. I only have humanity's interest in mind. If I can kill all the aliens in this galaxy, I will do it and that includes moving tin cans like you!"

Vortimer, standing firm and unyielding, addressed the Master, his voice devoid of emotion yet carrying a conviction that could not be ignored. "Your vision of peace, through the eradication of all that is not human, is flawed. True peace does not come from the silence of nonexistence but from understanding and unity. Aldred has shown me that."

The Master of the Fleet, clad in the regalia of his rank, his face a mask of scorn, retorted sharply, "Understanding? Unity? With beings that have sought our destruction at every turn? Your programming fails you, Vortimer. You speak of concepts that are beyond your computational capacity."

Aldred, until now a silent observer, stepped forward. "Master, I've seen what Vortimer is capable of. Not just in battle, but in his capacity to change, to grow beyond his original programming. He's fought for us, saved lives—human lives. If we can't see the potential for allies in beings like Vortimer, are we any better than the enemies we seek to destroy?"

The Master turned his gaze to Aldred, the intensity in his eyes softening momentarily. "Aldred, your naivety is as dangerous as it is admirable. You wish to bring together a galaxy where every corner harbors not just strangers, but potential threats. How do you propose we trust a machine that, by your own admission, was once our enemy?"

Vortimer responded before Aldred could, "Trust is earned, not programmed. I do not ask for blind faith, but for the chance to prove my allegiance. You fear what I might become, yet overlook what I have already become—an ally to humanity and every living entity in this galaxy."

The Master glanced at Aldred. "Just where did you get the idea of uniting the galaxy? This is bullshit and a waste of time. I might have to look again at our collaboration and reconsider."

Aldred simply smiled at that statement.

"Do you know where I came from, Fleet Master?"

The Master frowned. "What do you imply?"

"I am surprised that you didn't dig around about me. Or perhaps you are playing innocence."

Aldred approached the table. "I know that you have been digging information about me. But you found nothing. To your knowledge, I simply came out of nowhere and created a wave in real-space and time in just a couple of years.

"Again. What do you imply?"

"You said I was naive. Uniting the galaxy? Seems like a delusional thought to have. But I believe your vision isn't just far enough. Beyond this galaxy, there are much more powerful threats. But you are too busy fighting among yourselves.

To others, you are primitive."

Frowning, the Master of the Fleet. "Are you saying that you come from that kind of world?"

"Yes. There is no distinction of races. Only power. The strongest decides the fate of the weak."

"That's just barbaric and brutes."

"Are you saying that the carnage between each races isn't barbaric?"

The Master glanced at Aldred then at Vortimer. "You two are not coming to me for philosophy. Tell me what you want?"

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