“Excellent. I knew we could co-”
Faron interrupted me. “Yes, is what I want to say. Anders, you are my friend, and I trust you.”
How... How did he know who I was?
“But I thought you were better than this. I thought we trusted each other... I thought I could trust you.”
He took a deep breath.
“But today, you betrayed my trust. Did you never consider that you could have just asked me about this? I would have agreed on the spot. We are good friends, and we help each other. That being said, you going out of your way to poison me? No. That’s where I draw the line. If by some chance I end up in hell, well so be it. I’d rather take my chances than trust a backstabber like you.”
…
“Fine. So be it.”
With one last look at the two, I let their consciousnesses back into their dying corpse.
Heh. They thought they had a choice... No matter what they said I would still get my way.
I drew my symbol on the doorframe of the room, and performed the same ritual that Luca had done so long ago at the cave.
Following a bright flash of green flame, the body of Faron was no longer in the building.
Perfect.
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After borrowing Jesse and David to perform the summon dorm ritual, I walked through the portal to Hell.
Now, where could he be... Ah. I should ask Heltana.
Why should I ask her? Well, I'll explain. The three mayor demons of hell all have their own rules and their own responsibilities when it comes to the distribution of power.
Me, as the most powerful, had overarching control over hell and handled the politic side of things, as well as waging war if that ever became relevant.
Heltana, as second in power, was responsible for the soul side of things. She kept track of every soul entering hell, as well as the different information on each soul like how much power they provide.
Luca, well... The third most powerful demon has never really had an assigned role. He just... Did his own thing, as long as I allowed it of course.
“Good day, Andras. You seem troubled, anything I can help you with?”
“I’m looking for a specific soul that should have just entered hell by the name of Faron?”
The large woman bent forward to look at the book on her table. “Recent... Ah, here he is. ‘forcefully banished to hell by Andras’. I assume this is your guy.”
“Yes, that’s him. Where in hell did he drop?” (Heh. Pun intended.)
“Dropped into district 3, street 11. Should I accompany you?”
“Kind of you to offer, but no. I got this.”
I waved goodbye to Heltana before teleporting to street 11.
Sure enough, he was lying on the floor. Some people had gathered around him, as is tradition with newcomers. Hell’s residents were always quick to help get new souls adjusted to their new life, and it would seem he was no different.
“Excuse me people. Could you leave me and our new guest alone for a moment?”
The people that were gathered immediately scurried off when they heard the sound of my voice. Most of them probably didn’t even listen to what I said.
Eh, no matter.
I bent down and picked up Faron’s now unconscious body. Oh right, the poison.
I bent forward and bit his arm. I began sucking at his wound, siphoning the demonic substance out of his body.
After I finished sucking the substances out of him, I twirled the liquid around inside my mouth, before swallowing. Delicious.
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I pointed my palm toward him and launched a small amount of my energy into his body. Using this tiny piece of me, I began mending all the wounds scattered around his body.
When I was done with the healing, I pulled the energy out of his body and back into my palm.
All right. It might still take a while for him to wake up, so I'll take him back to my castle for now. I picked up his body and threw it over my shoulder. I then snapped my fingers, teleporting us back to my castle.
Now, where should I put him down... I looked around the foyer for a fitting spot. My eyes caught sight of the sofa in the corner. Yeah, that works. I walked over to the sofa and laid Faron down on the fabric carefully.
“I’ll give you one more chance to submit willingly...” I quietly said to myself.
I went over to the living room, grabbing a chair, before returning to the sofa. I didn’t want to let him out of my sight.
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Faron POV:
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My mind was scrambled. I couldn’t believe Anders would do something like that to me! I thought we were friends...
I opened my eyes, and caught eye-contact with Omen, my wolf.
“Omen... What’s going on? Are we dead?”
“Unfortunately for us, it seems that Anders, or more correctly Andras, got exactly what he wanted. We are sadly on our way to hell at this very moment.”
“Fuck. Well, I suppose we don’t have any other choice. Before we submit our will fully, I want us to investigate his reasoning. You told me that demons will try and wait before their possession target willingly submits, because they are more powerful that way, right?”
“Correct.”
“Then we use that against him. If we don’t get answers, we don’t submit our will. Is that a deal you can agree to, Omen?”
“I don’t exactly see us having any other options. Your plan is a sound one, I don’t have any objections.”
“Okay, great.”
“Do you have any idea how long we’re going to be remaining in this... Whatever this is?”
“Two hours, more or less.”
Terrific...
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Andras POV:
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I watched as Faron’s eyes moved rapidly, like as if he was in REM sleep.
Werewolves, or any other race who have two inner beings for that matter, are temporarily incapacitated when entering hell. The reason for this is unknown, but it’s assumed that it's due to their two souls being separated upon death, and they use the time to find each other again.
Suddenly Faron’s body shot up, like he had just awoken from a nightmare. Unfortunately for him, my noggin was in the way, and his forehead hit mine.
He might as well have smashed his head into an anvil.
“OW! FUCK!” He yelled, putting a hand on his forehead.
I didn’t feel anything from it.
“Well, that certainly looked like it hurt. Do you need a bag of ice or something?”
Faron was too busy groaning to answer apparently.
Eh. I’ll go get some ice.
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When Faron had gotten the bag of ice on his forehead and calmed down a little, he sat upright on the sofa.
“God, it’s a good thing I'm thick skulled...” He spoke.
I looked up at the werewolf sitting before me. I crossed my legs and manifested a book alongside a quill with ink on it.
“So, you’re in Hell now. How does that make you feel?” I asked him mockingly.
He looked up at me, annoyed. “Like I smashed my head into a brick wall.”
I scribbled the answer onto my book, before giving the diagnosis of crybaby.
“I have bad news Faron. The symptoms you’ve described speak for themselves... I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have crybaby.”
Faron gave me an annoyed look. I chuckled briefly before lighting the quill and book on fire with my hands.
“No, but seriously. I’m sorry I didn’t move my head out of the way. It was a careless mistake, and i hope you will forgive me.”
Faron rolled his eyes at me. “You’re forgiven...”
“Ah, thank you... That makes me feel much better. Now.”
I leant forward in my chair.
“This little meeting of ours will only end one way, and that’s with you submitting yourself to me. It’s up to you if you wish to become a brainless puppet for the rest of your existence or have your own free will alongside the powers that becoming a demon entail.”
Faron looked at me with a slight smile. “Oh, I already know that. Don’t you worry.”
“I’m planning on submitting, but first you have to answer me some questions. After all the time we spent together I feel it’s only right that you do.”
I nodded. “That is a fair trade.”
“First of all, what will happen to Alex and our kids if... When I become your thrall?”
“Well, she’ll have the option of submitting alongside you or continue onward on her own. Since your children are already born-”
“They are? FUCK! I wasn’t there to witness it! Oh god, I'm such a terrible father...”
I placed a hand on his shoulder. “Faron. If I hadn’t intervened, you would still be lying dead in that meeting room. The fact that you’re even still breathing means you’re a better father than what fate had destined for you to be.”
Faron looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, nodding carefully.
“There, there. You’ll get to see your children as soon as we are done here.”
Faron wiped the tears from his eyes. “Okay, okay. Could you finish what you started saying?”
“Since your children are already born it means that if Alex refuses to submit, she and your kids will all have the opportunity to continue living onward as normal. She would be a widow, sure, torn from her mate, but it would be a life nonetheless.”
Faron nodded. “Last question, why do you want to kill God?”
“Ah, there’s the question that really, truly matters, isn’t it?” I leant back into the chair.
“I desire full control of all three dimensions. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Faron looked at me in shock. “Why though? I don’t see the motif-”
“Isn’t it obvious? I desire as much power as I can gather. The only way to succeed in this mission is if I control all souls that have been, are, and will be. The truth of the matter is, at any given moment the total number of souls is evenly distributed between the three dimensions. I could quite easily cease control of the living realm on my own if it wasn’t for one other deity.”
Faron looked in thought at what I was saying. “God.”
“Precisely. And, as a bonus, I get access to all the souls in heaven too if I end up defeating the arrogant bastard.”
A small smile began forming on Faron’s face. “I like your plan. If you had just told me about this back in the living realm, I would have agreed. But, as things are, I suppose the next step is submitting, right?”
“Right.”
I placed my palm on Faron’s head. “Faron M. Dick. Do you willingly submit to the will of the Demon lord of Hell?”
Faron took a deep breath, before answering.
“Yes.”