“And now, last but certainly not least….” Kain said with a smile as the schadenfreude he had regarding his next and final target burned within him like the fires of a star. “Long time, no see, Douchebag McGee. Still stuck in the infinite nothingness you accidentally sent yourself to, correct? You should consider yourself grateful that you-know-who decided to be somewhat merciful and snatch you from that place. But then again, it’s not like you are even aware that such a thing is even the case, am I right?”

The sorry sack of meat and bone that Kain was addressing said nothing and did nothing aside from huddle itself, or rather himself in the fetal position and rock back and forth in an endlessly repeating motion. Kevin’s eyes were beyond dead and there were no noises escaping his lips. His gaze stared deeply into something that was not there and though his lips did move they did nothing but quiver in fear and loss. It was arguable, but some would say that even though he had essentially been broken and had been enduring endless torture for the past few years that he still had not suffered enough.

For those who wanted him to suffer a fair bit more, of which included all of the former slaves of his, Kain, Alexis, Raziel, and Elizabeth, and a fair few others, Kevin’s upcoming end was most assuredly not going to be cathartic enough. Kevin was a terrible human being, and after all, he had said, done, and attempted to say and do, even calling him human was a grave insult to any other member of the Homo Sapiens species. As such, even Kain, who was himself a demon of a man from time to time, wanted to make Kevin suffer as much as possible. Unfortunately for everyone, Kevin’s own vanity and massive ego had kind of prevented that from happening.

As irritating as it was, by sending himself to the same place his ‘Fuck Everything Gun’ had sent everything else it had shot, Kevin had saved himself a whole load of pain and suffering. Well, at least he had saved himself pain and suffering on Mortis. However, Kain had learned from a certain undead former Soviet that when you died on Mortis as a Summoned Person you were taken back to the moment you were summoned from Earth. Kain had no idea how things would turn out for everyone’s least favorite Summoned Bastard, but he hoped that Kevin would take some of his near-vegetative state with him back to Earth.

So, in what Kain himself assumed was to be his final ‘fuck you’ to Kevin, he decided against draining him to dust and instead made the fortress itself come alive and transform part of the floor into a mass of meat grinders. As if that were not enough these grinders were running so fast and in so many different directions that if one were thrown into it they would find their end to be dragged out far, far longer than normal. Kain grabbed Kevin by his leg and used his own superhuman musculature to dangle the still-broken idiot over the spinning mass of shredding and crunching devices and then…

“Auf Wiedersehen, Fräulein!”

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Back on Earth, mere moments before our least favorite asshole of a douchebag had his existence whisked away to Mortis, a gathering of men in white clothes had come together. The leader of that little band of home-grown American terrorists had just given a speech and had ushered his son up to deliver one of his own. That son, Kevin, was addressing the crowd as a few unfortunate men and women who did not look like those who hid their faces to avoid the repercussions of their evil actions waited in fear to have the prepared ropes placed around their necks.

Kevin’s speech had been going well up till that point. In fact, he had whipped the crowd of evil, evil men, into a frenzy, telling them how their God was on their side and how their actions that went against morality and justice were those that their God desired. He then began to end his speech, and it would be these final sentences that struck the fear of God into more than those who were set to be lynched for the crime of not being White.

“… and if our beloved Father who art in Heaven hates our good work as our enemies so claim, may God himself strike me dumb where I stand! If our cause is not righteous, may I become nothing but a mindless cripple, right here and now! God is on our side, and He wants these ******* to hang! And if I am wrong, if our cause is not just evil and immoral but one that has condemned us all to Hell for eternity as those who hate us seem to believe, then let divine retribution fall upon me right no-!”

And it was in that moment that Kevin returned to his original time and place back there on Earth. In front of everyone, both Klansman and not, in front of borrowed cameras and the higher-ups of the entire damn organization, Kevin, the son of the Supreme Grand Wizard himself, simply dropped to the ground, took the fetal position, and began to rock back and forth while his eyes gazed into nowhere and his lips quivered with loss and despair.

In the year that followed, the Klan saw a massive loss in membership After all, when the most senior leaders of your little terrorist group openly come out and say that the whole organization is an affront to God and should not exist at all, the idiots down the line tend to be more willing to listen than if, say, someone in their own rank said the same. After such an event happened right in front of some of the most fanatical American religious zealots of the time, with the words spoken being what they were, it made sense that they would take the events that transpired as divine intervention.

With all but a few members of the leadership of that hateful group jumping ship all at once and then going on publicly to spread the word of how their entire gang was damned to Hell, the end result was easy to expect. Just like how Piotr’s return to Earth radically changed the timeline, possibly for the better, Kevin’s return did nearly the exact same thing. Ironically, though he would most certainly not have wanted it, Kevin had, at least partially, redeemed himself, but not of his own volition. Of course, if and when he recovered, he would still be a sociopathic bigot, but for now, he had a nice, padded room and a straight jacket to keep him company as his father tried everything in his power to bring his son out of the state that he was in.

…

But, as this would not be nearly enough torment for one so twisted as he, Kevin had a bit more to look forward to. After all, there are those who knew how to summon people, and while the person summoned and the power that they got were both entirely random, there was still a non-zero chance that they could somehow summon the same person multiple times. Although to do so they would need to kill the one they had summoned first, but when faced with the Abominable King, rolling Gacha to try and find a winner may not necessarily be a bad thing.