Mental Space – (Under Reconstruction)

Pieces of what could be called fragments or clippings from a travel and tourism magazine, a collage of poorly placed landscapes or forming an abstract work seen from above, now it was nothing more than the background for the meeting of two people, or more well, two derived personalities and prisoners of the same body.

A young man with inky black hair and eyes, Souji asked the man in front of him with a bitter smile.

Souji: So you broke free?

Jhoam: No~ I'm still tied to the Sacred Gear but that thing is about to awaken and with it, I think a lot of things will get interesting.

Shoulder-length brown hair, a rusty three-day beard, a muscular, trained body covered in a simple orange flannel, a pair of threadbare jeans, and a lab coat all stained with blood and ash.

Souji: Jhoam... do you really think it can work? Do you think going out, Killing Great Red, taking her "Dream Concept", forcing the dimensional gap, connecting with the main Abyss and Summoning Natasha's Soul, to revive her? Do you think that's even possible?!

The black-haired man yelled at the bloody man.

Jhoam: Who was the fag that joined the demons? Who was the jerk who couldn't wait to retrieve more specific memories about this world before acting? We were supposed to be observant, kill everyone from the shadows, blend into the background, and when the time was right.

Souji: If I remember... Gluttony, Lust and Obsession supported him, stealing Loki's divine core before he cursed Rias.

Jhoam: We would use Loki's Divinity and an eye as a bargaining chip with Asgard, take the waters of Mimir and obtain the "Knowing"... then it would just be waiting, killing obstacles and when Rizervin's useless megalomania left his base alone. ..

Souji: We would steal all their blueprints and machinery... so we could open a path to the Abyss and leave this cursed dimension to search for Yu Ilhan-sama or Leylin-sama where we would proceed to beg for their help.

Jhoam: Exactly, but you had to go and join the Sitri fill, now we have a probe in the brain, three of the four Maous on our neck, and apart from being mentally unstable, we can lose control at any time, if "It" comes out before "The Beast of the Apocalypse" enters the scene...

Souji: I know, no apocalypse will be necessary, since we will bring the day of Judgment...

Jhoam: At least you remember the original plan, although it doesn't matter anymore... thanks to Beelcebu's intervention... we are or rather I'm more or less screwed...

Soji: huh?

Jhoam: Are you stupid right? Oh! True, you haven't recovered our medical studies and most of the anime and manga we read... I'll put it in terms you can understand... The Fucking Seal of Beelzebub is forcibly fusing us, slowly but surely, the seal is spinning our memories and merging them into an approved personality, some damn "Sarcillos Potara" where we will not be Goku or Vegeta, we will be Gogeta in the worst case and Vegito in the best case where I will be the dominant personality.

Souji: Ok... I understand, so we're screwed...

John: Yes and No...

Souji: You don't want to forcefully activate that thing? We don't know what's in there!

Jhoam: You may not know but I do! YEAH! While you were playing Emo with the Idiot and the Tomboy, I was investigating the inside of that shit and I saw what was on the other side. Horror, Fear, Panic, Death, Blood, Throbbing Organs, Fetuses, Amorphous Creatures, Indescribable Beings as nothing more than an amalgamation of all your fears and fears, I spent 16 years researching and I know it's risky but who cares?

Souji: Ok~ I admit it, I'm useless, I just dedicated myself to training and perfecting the use of shadows, I forgot everything related to "That"...I couldn't remember the plan and I screwed up, I admit it.

The black-haired man raised his hands in surrender, before the man's verbal outburst.

Jhoam: Good... at least you're aware that you screwed up... and what's your plan now that we're technically demons.

Souji: Dying epically while using the world's greatest ritual magic, taking half or else this whole damn dimension with us? It would take about a thousand years to complete the matrix but it should be enough to reach the 7th or 8th level of existence.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Jhoam: Are you using the Warlock Mage scale?

Souji: You know if...

Jhoam: If we achieve that it would be to draw a target on our forehead, I would rather use those thousand years and corrupt 6666 human cities, refine sin into 7 or 8 Orbs, establish a circle or dimensional portal with Rizervin's devices and summon Leylin-sama to this dimension...

Souji: Summon it?

Jhoam: Offering sin to the Multiversal and Dimensional God of Sin is obvious, besides if we use all those souls to rise to the 7th level as "Demons" Leylin-sama will kill us with a single movement of his tail, he doesn't even need to move his tail, Kukulkan (IA-chip) will erase us from existence just by looking at us out of the corner of his eye.

Souji: I understand... So it sounds like a plan?

Jhoam: It's not just an idea, it would be more profitable for us to form a faithful and brainwashed nobility "Hardcore - 300% Loyal" and get out of this dimension, we are already physically unkillable so we only have to go out and look for Natasha.

The brown-haired man rested tiredly on his throne of bones and corpses while looking at the black-haired man who was pensive on his stone seat.

Souji: It seems to limit our options...

Jhoam: Exactly~ your decision instigated by depression and frustration led us to this point...

Souji: Sacrifice the world in an unholy ritual, or eat the world... in either case~

Jhoam: The world, not all this dimension will go directly and non-stop to the lunatic shit that we have inside~

The brown-haired man mocked.

Souji: Is there no other option...? I know Iseei is a jerk who would do better as compost but our parents... Do they really have to live through that hell?

asked the black-haired man with pain and remorse.

Jhoam: A miracle~ And a Big one~ my friend~ that or we take it easy, let's wait about six hundred or a thousand years to send it all to hell~ Iseei and the others won't live more than two hundred years, whether they die for natural causes or by us...

The brown-haired man said mockingly as he made a package of cream-filled chocolate cookies appear and began to eat them.

Souji: So just a Great Miracle... huh?... The god of Boobs?

The black-haired man mused, making the brown-haired man choke.

John: Arght! *Cough*Cough*Cough*Cough*Cough* Son of Nudist Beach, Do not invoke evil, you know it is impossible for something so stupid to exist even in Japan with its more than 5000 gods but it is possible that this "Ridiculousness with Boobs" is the fucking "Will of the World"... we are not in a position to face an EMIYA DxD version...

The chestnut growled.

Souji: I think we can~ Jhoam...

John: Sure! That we can wipe the floor with more than half of this generation's middle and upper-class devils, as well as half Grigori and a third of Heaven but...

Souji: There always has to be a but~

Jhoam: Exactly little princess~ to do it we have to let go of "That" and that's exactly what we can't do, even!

The annoyed brown-haired man threw the packet of cookies at the black-haired man to reveal a bottle of wine and drink it carelessly from the beak.

Jhoam: *Glup*Glup*Glup* Listen to me, little bastard princess~ I, no, we want to return to Natasha, wherever she is... what you've experienced in the last 16 years, we don't care, it's worth a reverend cucumber, continue hunting and feeding on their shadows, keep stealing and consuming fragments of their souls, our creations are slowly increasing in number, that wonderful Slime was a real stroke of luck~ *Glup*Glup*Glup* It's a living being and a No at the same time -dead, an aberration from the abyss, a self-aware Black Ooze only one step away from awakening an intellect and evolving into something greater.

The brunette smiled widely as he spoke of the little creature, he, no they loved that slime deeply.

Souji: Suru is a good slime, she will be a good girl...

Jhoam: Sururume Surumilia~ isn't that her full name?

Souji: If I let chunybio take control of me~

Jhoam: It's a good name~

Souji: Hahahaha~ Does it seem like it's time~?

Jhoam: Yes~ watch your back and increase your training~ the Soul and shadow of a Six-winged Fallen Angel must be delicious~

Souji: If we can't miss that buffet~

Both the brown-haired man and the black-haired man were surrounded by a bloody and cruel aura as they shook hands.

Souji: You are me...

Jhoam: And I'm you...

The two men looked into each other's eyes, the black and blue orbs met face to face, both shared the same pain but the blue glowed with a dark light superior to the black.

Souji: Do you really want to do it?

Jhoam: I will not expect a miracle, I will not expect a gift or alms from the Will of this world, I will not sit watching you play the puppet of that cheap copy (Sona)... It may be incomplete but thanks to Beelzebub we can play one more letter.

Souji: Well~ it's better than nothing~ Kumo no Ito (A Spider's Thread)?

Jhoam: But instead of getting out of hell, we'll use it to drag everyone into it~

Both men raised their left hands in a spear shape, pierced their chests with them, and sang the verses.

Souji: We will open the gates of despair, madness and chaos...

Jhoam: We will build a City with the bodies of our enemies and allies, we will form oceans, rivers and seas with their blood...

Souji: From the depths of the Abyss...

Jhoam: We will laugh at misfortune, we will desecrate dreams and tear apart infinity...

Souji: We will sink everything into the depths of the...

Souji/Jhoam: Abyss Gate – Raylight!!!

The two men roared with incredible hate and madness, shattering everything around them and ending their meeting.

Jhoam: With this it's done~

Souji: There's no turning back now~

Jhoam: Don't worry~ I'll keep the door closed until the fusion is complete and you're absorbed by the original~

Souji: Of the four of us, only two managed to get out... from that box...

Jhoam: "Childhood" speaks for you, I am made of the fragments of "Soldier (Adolescence)", "Doctor (Youth)" and "Father (Adulthood)"...

Souji: So we'll go with that plan...

Jhoam: To hell with the plans, forget everything... let's do the same thing we did when we were kids, the only thing we know how to do...

Souji: Survive at All Costs!