Cyrus POV

I had a feeling I had been tricked. I always knew I had a short fuse but as I remembered my conversation with Lucy it seemed to go to smoothly. My stomach dropped with that feeling. Before I could ask any thing about the job I was given. I herd my brothers fingers snap as I was engulfed in flames. A few seconds passed by and I found my self in a new investment. My mind moved rapidly as I assessed my surroundings. Everything seemed to stop as Cyrus moved his head. He realized that this world was extremely weak in magical energy. The first word in his mind for this world was.....Fuck... Cyrus knew he had to find a body from this world. As that that’s Notion went through his head he saw a scrawny boy in rags looking at him in complete fear. Cyrus wouldn’t Believe his luck. All Cyrus has to do is see a mortals soul, and it will burn if he sees any sins that person has ever committed. the one thing Cyrus thought of was this kid has got to have a lot of sins. Cyrus dived to the boy and entered his body. He grabbed the boys soul and started to absorb it. Cyrus‘s smile quietly changed to one of horror.

End Cyrus POV

Beck’s body started to glow like a iron sword being pulled from a blazing furnace. When his body hit the water the water immediately evaporated into steam, as the water fall continuously fell on to beck’s body the water continued to evaporate. The waterfall continued to fall on beck. As the sandy floor turned to stone. Time passed and less steam came from the now evaporated river. His body slowly cooled off, his skin turning back to normal with a pinkish red tint. With the now cooled off beck the waterfall stopped automatically turning into steam. the now empty ditch started to fill back up with water, As the water rose beck’s body roes with it. His body drifted down the refilling river all night long. Beck woke up the next morning on the edge of the river. Beck’s whole body felt as if his entire body was covered in one massive sunburn. He quickly sat up to his body’s displeasure.

“Where am I?!”

He said a little louder than expected.

“The woods...”

Beck’s eyes went wide when he herd that voice. The words came from his mouth, but they weren’t his words. A million ideas went through his head each one getting more and more outrageous.

“What just happened?”

He tried to looked at his mouth.

“W-Who are you?”

Beck said to himself in a shaky voice, after a few seconds of waiting for a response.

*A tired sigh came out of Beck’s mouth*

That seemed to old to be coming from a prepubescent kid.

“I’ll show you kid. Just get out of the water so you don’t drown.”

Beck was confused by that statement but he followed the voices directions anyway. He stood up and slowly walked to a tree. He felt a cold draft cover his entire body. Beck looked down to find where the draft came from only to find he was in his birthday suit. His eyes brows furrowed after seeing his appearance. Beck whispered to himself.

“What happened to my clothes?”

The older voice spoke

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“Just go under that tree and close your eyes I’ll explain everything.”

Beck had a grimace on his face after hearing those words. He took one step to a big tree near the shore then stopped. He waited a few seconds seeing if the voice would say anything else. A minute passes and nothing happened. Beck took a big breath in and walked to the tree. He sat next to the tree and rested his back against the trunk. He blinked his eyes the next instance. He found himself in a opulent Castle more grand than any Castle he’s ever herd in storys or in real life. Beck was in the Center of the room. As he looked around the room and saw massive stain glass windows with picture that seemed familiar. The floor was a perfect Pearl white colored marble. He looked up to see the ceiling and saw an massive blank canvas.

“It’s not done yet.”

Beck shot his head to where he herd the elegant voice. He saw a man standing right next to the opulent throne. Beck started at the man. The man had a weird dress on. It looked like a toga that’s the wealthy merchants would wear but different. It was more graceful. Beck mentally shook his head. That’s not the right word. It was more flowing and was very interesting to look at. It was black with what looked like white suns on it. He man had dark orange hair and tan skin. All beck could say was.

“who are you?”

In a voice beck could barely hear. The man smirked like a man that had the whole world under his control. All beck could do is admire such a confident man. The man covered his mouth with both hands. He had a look of shock in his eyes.

“I’m surprised you didn’t recognize me beck.”

As Beck saw those eyes with such sadness. All Beck wanted to do was remember the man to make him feel better. The mans had a suave voice. A few seconds pass and beck still couldn’t remember such a person in his life. The man must have seen this. His hands dropped from his face as he crossed his arms and slowly walked the the stairs that went down to Beck. The man walked down the stairs even more elegant than beck thought possible for a human. As he got to the last stair he sat down on it. He held his knees to his chest, and put his face in the hole his legs and chest made. Beck saw this and his hart shattered into a million pieces after seeing this. He only knew one to do. He remembered one of the Younger kids did this when they where really sad and one of the older girls would hug them. Beck fast walked over to the man sitting on the final step. He sat right next to him and gave him a hug. When beck hugged the man he realized how worm the mans body was and how good he smelled. Becks felt like a weirdo for smelling this man. The man wrapped one of his arms around beck. Beck considered this as a chance to remember the man.

“What’s your name?”

The man responded with a muffled voice

“Cyrus”

Beck could feel Cyrus body getting even wormer. Beck felt so good with this warmth like a slowly melting stick of butter. Cyrus let go of his knees, and pulled beck into his arms. Beck’s mind felt fuzzy as he didn’t resist Cyrus’s embrace.With all of Beck’s focus he realized he was sitting in Cyrus lap. Beck touched Cyrus’s face with his right arm gently. While beck’s hand was on Cyrus’s face. Beck looked directly into the eyes for Cyrus’s. Cyrus smile with the look of a hunger predators would give to his pray. If beck was a horny teenager that was about to burst from the best orgasm ever. Seeing those eyes would be like immediately dropping that teen into the center of The Arctic Ocean . Cyrus saw this change in Beck’s eyes and immediately stood up dropping beck on the ground making him work through what just happened. Cyrus stood a few feet away looking at Beck as if he just shreddedthe The winning lottery ticket. Beck tried to stand up but he just fell back on to all fours. As he breathe heavily

“You are...”

He took another breath

“...a demon.”

Cyrus scoffed

“Don’t compare me to a servant.”

Beck froze at those words. His head slowly shook upwards and met Cyrus glare. His mouth opened but no words came out. Cyrus smiled when he saw beck’s face. Beck slowly started to speak.

“Y-you are....The demon king”

When Beck said the name of the lord of the demons his voice croaked.

“In not a devil kid”

As Cyrus says those words the clothes he’s wearing burn away to leave him with only black pants on. Beck stares at Cyrus wide-eyed. Cyrus opens his wing to there full Length. Beck yells at Cyrus.

“HOW CAN YOU BE AN ANGEL?!”

Cyrus‘s face drops with disappointment

“Has the church taught you nothing?”

A silence falls over the room. Cyrus looked at Beck expecting an answer that never came.

“Do you pray?”

Beck looked confused

“I don’t gamble...”

Cyrus started to look extremely worried.

“Do you know what religion is?”

Beck became even more confused

“of course there’s religions”

Cyrus felt a massive weight off his chest

“What are they called and can you please explain them to me?”

Beck replied instantly.

“I only know of Deca Sotto Carico”

Cyrus felt dumb struck did he just tell me there’s a religion here called loaded dice in Spanish. Without showing his disappointment

“please tell me about this...religion.”

Cyrus said religion like it was a joke. Beck told Cyrus everything he knew about The holy church of Deca Sotto Carico.

“religion is all about gambling that’s all I know”

Cyrus wasn’t in a good mood. Anyone could see this for the way he looked to the way he stood or to even the way he talked. Beck thought he was about to die just from the heat Cyrus was giving off.

“Ok beck I’ll give it to you straight”

Beck got worried when he herd this creatures serious voice.

“Our job is to purge this world in hell fire...”

Beck immediately fainted after hearing those words. When Cyrus saw this he knew this was going to be a lot harder than he thought.