This is the story of a girl named Ender.

Ender is not your normal teenage girl (obviously). She’s a Tier-Ten A-Rank Godslayer Class Agent of the Universal Peace Foundation. Her job is to kill troublesome doomsday deities. From the eldritch abominations, the old gods, to the ancient ones.

It’s a mystery how she gets all the way up to that rank though…

“Goddamn this is embarrassing…” Ender, tied to a large wooden stump with five other human sacrifices on top of a flaming altar. All around her were dozens of cultist dancing around. Though, it’s hard to see those people with the gigantic doomsday demon standing in front of her.

“Tasty Delicious Humans!!!” the boar faced, gorilla bodied, bat winged giant monster yelled as it walked towards Ender with its giant club. “A feast worthy of the almighty Ragnar!!!” the demon crouched down to Ender’s level and brought his tusks close to her face.

Ender scrunched her face in disgust. “I don’t care if you’ve been eating humans, but dear lord! Is a side dish of mint salad too much for Ragnar the Almighty?” she struggled a little more in her binds. “And I guess it goes without saying that you look ugly is hell. Scratch that, you’re uglier than hell.”

“You Foolish Mortal dares to…”

A catchy tune appeared from Ender’s trench coat. The demon froze and simply stared at the bound and actually-not-so helpless girl in front of it. Perhaps the bizarre tunes and lyrics from the golden age was too much for the almighty Ragnar.

Ender closed her eyes and started directing death threats to an individual named Marshall. “Don’t ask, Just… just give me a moment,” she expertly slipped her arm out of her bindings and fished a flip phone out of her trench coat. She then slipped the phone on the bindings near her neck.

“Marshall, if you use my priority call for non-emergency situation… I swear to Planck, I will drag you down back to the pit of hell where I found you,” Ender said towards her caller.

“Actually, that’s… that’s why I’m calling you ma’am…”

“You’re in hell?”

“Yeah…”

“Which one?”

“Well I was in the third hell, but I’m not sure anymore…”

“Just, just stay where you are okay? Goddammit…”

“Sorry ma’am…”

The call ended and Ender looked back at the demon boar in front of her. For a chaotic overlord, Ragnar was polite enough to let her finish the call and pocket her flip phone. “Sorry for that, he was my junior agent, he loves abusing the hell out of my priority call number.

“Shall I eat you now?” Ragnar asked.

Ender shook her head. “As much as I love an excuse to call in sick tomorrow…” she slipped a knife out of her pocket and freed herself from her binds. “I have a much bigger problem to take care off.”

Ragnar hoisted up a gigantic club and prepared to strike the puny mortal in front of it. But the mortal was quicker than he expected and is already outside his club range. It started its pursuit on the girl while waving around its gigantic club.

Ender however, couldn’t care less about the demon behind her. “Goddamn, every single time!” she exclaimed while struggling to untie the knot on her earphones. “We’ve invented wireless earphone twenty years ago for Jaap’s sake!”

The ground shook as the gigantic club impacted the ground where Ender stood. But the girl was quick enough to dodge at the last second. “Okay, fine, I’ll deal with you first,” Ender took out a gun from her pocket and pointed it straight at Ragnar’s body.

A large arrogant grin formed on the demon’s face. “Bwahaha!” It laughed at the sight of the gun. “Foolish Mortal thinks a puny Mortal we…” the grin was wiped from its face when a blinding pain shot from its right shoulder.

Ragnar watched in disbelief at the sight of black liquid flowing down from its shoulder. It looked back at Ender and saw her putting on a still tangled but not too tangled earphone. “Impossible, that can’t be a normal weapon!” it exclaimed.

Ender didn’t hear it of course, she’s already busy calling her junior who got lost on his way out of hell. “Okay Marshall, look around, what do you see?” The girl said in annoyance while tapping her feet on the ground.

“Uhh, lots and lots of lava… I think I’m near a volcano or something… It’s also very dark, the lava’s the only source of light.”

A bunch of cultist started charging towards Ender with long spears. Ender simply glanced at them before taking out another gun from her pocket. “Look up, what do you see?” Ender said while shooting down a wild cultist with every pull of the trigger.

“Nothing… There’s no sky…”

“Any monsters or demons nearby?”

“No, I don’t think so… Wait, there’s this dog-like monster nearby… And a bunch of harpy monster… And…”

The cultist started piling up around Ender, ruining the view of the beautiful forest around the altar. The girl threw one of her gun up to the air and took out a grenade out of her pocket. She threw the grenade at the masses before catching her gun.

Ender cocked her gun and a group of cultist were blasted away by the explosion.

Contrary from her actions, the cultist aren’t really that quick. With all the oversized black robes and bloody chains around their neck, they move slower than an electronic shopping cart. Simply holstering the gun and throwing the grenade would suffice.

Ender is just stylish like that.

“Marshall, look around, what do you see?” Ender said while turning around to face the demon.

“There’s a river here! It’s white and…”

“DON’T TOUCH IT!!!” Ender yelled while staring at Ragnar that’s busy eating up its human sacrifices. With each chomp of human head, the demon was healed from its gunshot. “For the love of pataphysics, why can’t you stay down!?”

“Stay what?”

“Not you!” Ender shot Ragnar’s ankle, slowing it down. She then run through the perimeter of the altar. Though, Ragnar dwarfed the Altar, making it look more like a PS2 boss fight instead. “Marshall you’re not in Makai, you’re in Tartarus! How in the name of Einstein did you end up in the fifth hell!?”

“This is the Fifth Hell?”

“Just stay away from any body of water, kill anything in sight, and stay wherever the hell you are,” Ender said while staring at the giant club held over Ragnar’s head. She then shot the demon’s large stubby fingers rapidly.

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The club dropped right on Ragnar’s head with a satisfying thump. It tumbles around in pain while rubbing its head. When it regained its bearings, the puny mortal is already charging towards it with a large blade in her hand.

Another jolt of pain shot through Ragnar’s feet. It dropped onto its knees, unable to support itself. Not only that, it felt a powerful invisible force chaining it to the ground, forcing it to bow down to the mortal in front of it.

“What is this trickery… What are you?” Ragnar spoke after realizing that its defeat is eminent.

Ender took out a badge from her trench coat and showed it to the downed demon. “Agent Ender, UPF,” she said while holding the blade with her other hand. “Ragnar, you are guilty of attempted world domination, seven hundred and twenty three cases of homicide, and…” Ender turned around and saw one part of the forest burning. “Arson.”

This mortal, no, no mortal can possibly defeat it. A deity in disguise? A seraph? Why can’t it see her face? That was the thought swirling inside Ragnar’s head as it gazed upon the human in front of it.

Ender brought her blade down straight to Ragnar’s neck. The demon howled in agony as the blade dug through its rotten, cursed flesh. No blade should be able to hurt it and it knew that this isn’t just some sacred blade, this is something else.

Then, in its last moment of death, Ragnar saw through it. A pair violet eyes, unblemished cream white skin, and a merciless expression.

It somehow recognized the being before it. A being that has her name spoken in hushed and feared whispers. A being so powerful that her very presence feared even the ruler of all worlds itself.

“You are…” Ragnar whispered. “The inevitable end…”

Ender looked at Ragnar for a moment. “I really don’t like this ‘last thing they see’ feature on my veil,” she said before beheading the demon in front of her. A shower blood burst out of its neck followed by all cultist dropping on the ground like a lifeless doll.

Now that the demon is out of the way, it’s time for Ender to deal with the elephant in the room.

“Marshall, I need you to dab,” Ender said through her earphone.

“Pardon? You mean like the pose? Why should I?”

“Because your insignia is freaking convoluted, now shut up and dab!”

Ender then dipped her blade into Ragnar’s blood and start drawing a large circle on the ground. As badass as it may seem, a blade makes horrible paint brush. The girl has to dip her blade into Ragnar’s rotten flesh a dozen times just to finish a large circle.

“Ma’am, how long am I supposed to dab? I can’t see anything.”

Symbols after symbols were written out on the ground with Ragnar’s blood. The symbols resembles the greek and roman letters. Basic summoning circle every cultist learned from demon cult elementary school. Yes, it exist.

The one Ender making however, is a unique one. While most summoning circle would summon the strongest demon, this one summons the one specified in the middle of the circle. In this case, a drawing of a dabbing stickman.

“Keep at it, demon blood reeks…” Ender said while putting some finishing touch on the summoning circle.

“I fail to see how that has anything to do with me dabbing…”

The blade was thrown carelessly on the ground. The black putrid demon blood glows crimson red and the ground started to shake. The cold night wind started to pick up and flashes of thunder appeared from the distance.

Soon, the ground split open and a miasma of dark blue cloud slowly appeared from it. The miasma formed into a normal-looking dark haired teenage boy wearing a white trench coat. The boy has his face covered in a perfect dabbing pose and a pair of dark blue wings tucked behind its back.

This teenage boy is none other than Valmir Apocalypse, the prince of the thirteenth hell, one of the most powerful being that has ever existed in the realm of legends. He’s also a Tier-Five C-Rank Shadow Class Agent, with the code name Marshall.

“Ma’am! Something is happening! Should I stop dabbing?” Marshall asked.

“No, keep going, you’re doing great,” Ender said while smirking and taking out her phone. She’s not passing up the opportunity of getting the picture of the prince of apocalypse making a fool of himself.

With click from her camera, Marshall stopped dabbing and looked at Ender in annoyance. “Why dabbing though?”

“Because no one in their right mind would do something that humiliating anymore,” Ender walked towards her blade that’s covered with black demon blood. She picked it up and handed it to Marshall. “Here, as promised…”

Marshall is quite a dignified demon, but really, what kind of demon could resist the raw taste of the blood from its own kin? A sweet childish smile formed on his face as he took the blade from Ender’s hand. “Thank you so much ma’am!”

Ender watched in amusement as Marshall started to nibble on the blade like a candy cane. According to the demon boy, a doomsday demon blood is almost as good as an innocent human blood. But since he took the job, Marshall never got an opportunity to eat a human.

After a moment, the blade has been licked clean and Marshall handed it back to Ender. The girl pressed a button below the blade and it retracts into the cylindrical handle. “Alright, do your thing Marshall,” she said while pointing at Ragnar’s corpse.

“This is a waste of demon corpse,” Marshall muttered as a black flame appeared on his fingertips. He slowly tapped Ragnar’s face and the entire thing lights up in black flames. “I mean, what does the foundation use these demon bodies for?”

“Beats me, but it’s probably classified,” Ender walked down from the altar and towards the surrounding forest. “You’ve been taking notes right?”

Marshall nodded a little and took out a notepad from his trench coat. “Of course, I’ve kept track on Operation Demon Purge since two weeks ago.”

“That’s good to hear, now prepare the report so you can officially get lost.”

Marshall stopped in his tracks. “What?”

“Well once you’re done here, you’ll get your B-Rank agent promotion and I won’t have to babysit you anymore,” Ender replied coldly.

“Oh…” Marshall looked down in dismay before quickening his pace to keep up with Ender. “But, we can still see each other right? On missions or something like that?”

“If you can recognize me,” Ender glanced at Marshall and found him staring hard at her. “Well? Can you?”

Marshall tried, he really tried seeing through her veil. But no matter how hard he look, he cannot ‘see’ her face. He can see her expression, he can see her flat and annoyed expression, but he can never seem to know how she actually looked like. Heck, he doesn’t even know her eye color.

“No… I can’t…” Marshall muttered in defeat.

“See? That’s the problem, even if we meet again, I can’t guarantee you’ll even recognize me,” Ender replied.

For the next few minutes, Marshall was deep in thought. He’s been working, fighting, and traveling alongside Ender for two weeks now. Daresay he started to feel attached to the ‘human’ beside him. He never really thought what the missions will be like without Ender helping him.

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“It’s getting bright…” Marshall said as he drove a dark brown amphibian jeep out of a forest. The beautiful sunrise is hidden just behind the foliage beside the jeep, casting shadows on the dirt path. “Should we rest in the nearest town?”

“Sure,” Ender replied without looking up from Marshall’s note. She’s currently busy editing and making sure that the notes sing praises about her awesomeness. “Anything interesting there?”

“I don’t know…” Marshall said as he drove the jeep out of the dirt trail and to the mountain side paved road. The view below the mountain and the sunrise could be seen clearly on their right. A silhouette of a gigantic lake with what seems to be a town floating in the middle.

Ender glanced at the floating town below the mountain. A rare nostalgic smile slowly formed on her face. “That’s the Mercat Village,” she commented. “Elliot’s family owns a bar there.”

“Elliot?” Marshall asked.

Ender rolled her eyes before looking back at her phone. “Elliot was my senior. He was a tier three, B-Rank agent.”

“Like you to me?” Marshall asked.

“Something like that, yeah.”

“What was he like?”

Ender paused for a moment before sighing a little. “He was an idiot.”

“What happened to him?”

“Incident B-1475-12052015”

“So uhh… City-Wide incident concerning anomaly number 1475 that happens in twelfth June 2015… right?” Marshall asked.

“Yes, just look it up tomorrow after you got your promotion,” Ender replied.

With that, Marshall sped up the jeep and drove faster down the mountain path. The town becomes closer and closer until it finally disappears from view. The view beside the mountain was replaced by a large river leading straight towards a beautiful waterfall.

The young demon couldn’t help but stare at the beauty of nature. His father might be all powerful, but mother nature wipes the floor with his face when it comes to world building and artistic beauty. “It’s beautiful…”

“Keep your eyes on the road, you’re a driver for Watt’s sake,” Ender said when she saw him staring at a waterfall.

The jeep drove towards a gigantic bridge that connects the mountain foot towards the floating town. The beautiful lake below them sparkles in sunlight and the view of the waterfall behind them becomes twice as beautiful the further they are from it.

After a moment, Marshall could see statues of two cats with fish tails. The cat statues held a large sign that says ‘Welcome to Mercat Town’. Connected to the bridge behind the archway is a sign that says ‘Parking’.

“Public Parking Lot?” Marshall commented in confusion.

“This town is a bit too small for vehicles, we walk on foot from now on,” Ender replied.

Marshall parked the car at the parking lot. It’s quite packed but not that full, he found a spot close to the bridge and parked the jeep there. “Ahh… Finally…” he muttered before shutting off the engine. “I think I’m gonna stay here and…” The boy yawned sleepily and leaned the driver’s seat. “Morning Ender…”

“Morning Marshall,” Ender replied while walking out of the Jeep. She stretched her arms a little bit before looking around the town. A view of colorful wooden buildings could be seen in the distance. “Coffee…” she muttered to herself.