*Gulp*

I take another swig from the bottle of the flowery clear liquid as I lay on my bed relaxing.

Man what an eye opener. To think that I only need to think of a place and open a door to get there. How exciting. Now I don't have to worry about walking forever down that long dull white hall.

*Gulp*

Another swig.

It's time to get back down to business. I still have some mana left before it take my nap.

I get up from the bed and sway as I walk towards my workstation. Flopping on the chair, it squeals in protest at the sudden weight. I slowly lean forward to the Personal Dungeon Interaction device and grab the mouse. With my free hand I bring the bottle of clear liquid to my lips.

*Gulp*

As I place the bottle on the table, my vision slowly dims and I drift off into senseless oblivion.

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*Thump Thump Thump*

"......o"(?)

*Thump Thump Thump*

".....oss......te"(?)

*Thump Thump Thump*

I blink my eyes blearily.

"Wa......ts........ting"(?)

I sit up and look around, cracking my neck in the process. I'm sitting at my desk. Theres a giant drool stain covering the majority of the desk, centered around where my head was.

Well that's unfortunate, I wonder how long I slept

*Thump Thump Thump*

I hear the noise again.

"Hey Boss, if you don't get up now you won't have time to make it to the Meeting!"(?)

Weird, I've never heard such a young voice. Maybe its a new Dungeon Master. Better open the door and see what he wants.

I stand up and take a step, but I stumble as my legs lock up. I hit the floor with an oompf and my breath is knocked out of me. The fall didn't really hurt; it was more of a surprise.

"Boss? Are you okay Boss?"(?)

I ignore the voice for now as i slowly work my tense muscles. They are quickly loosened so I stand up and briskly walk over to the door. I firmly grasp the handle, and stop. Releasing the door, I take a quick breath.

Let's see who this guy knocking on my door is.

I firmly grasp the handle, push the door open, and step out into what looks to be a living room. Plush couches, a side bar, a table with chairs. There's even an area with a cooking station. And then my eyes fall on the young sounding one who was knocking on my door.

What stands before me is a typical soulless red headed step child. A young boy with black eyes, red hair, pale skin and immaculately groomed. I can say with great certainty that I have never seen this room or this young boy before.

Looking at my expression he immediately kneels on the floor.

"This one greets the Boss and wishes his thanks for being birthed."(?)

My mouth dries instantly.

"Uh, what?"(Azazel)

Oh All-Father what have I done?