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“When I’m good, I’m very good. But when I’m bad, I’m better.”
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Satan sat in his patented leather swivel chair, spinning it around in a idle way that still suffested that maybe he was grustrated, but in a kind of melonkolly way to be sure though. He tapped his pale manicured nails on the chair’s padded arm (tap taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap…)and wiped a beada off sweat from his beautfil eyebrow, whipping it with a thin satin hankerchif that was blood red and kind of shimmered in the cold city light from outside (he was sitting in a large polished office by the way, and it had windows all around as well, such so that it looked like it was just a kind of a polished fancy floor decorated with tables and chairs all serrounded by the city scape, which was twinkeling and shining and filled with hundreds of moving lights that were bright in the cold night) He was also very nerveus. Normally I wouldn’t never be nervuos, he counterend himself internally. But here he was, definitely nervous. Not because of Chyle, beecause allthough she was totally a major thorn in his muscled side (not like that though) and also was shockinly, suprisingly, startling, stutturingly more amazing and powerful then he had once assumed, she was still only a girl, right? Well, that was what he though. So what is bothering me? He realised then that the answer was actualley very simple in fact, it was just tat he didn’t’t wanted too face it (illiterally speaking of course, since he was shceduled to phase it physically with in the next ten minutes.)
Meanwhile Satan cleared his beautiful throat. “Leave me please,” He announced, and sure enough the guards left and closed the double doors with a double click. Then he keeled down on the hard floor and clicked a hidden button underneath his chair, groping a around to find it (not like that!). Immediately and with zero delay, the glowing lights of the city melted and mixed together, dripping like wet paint across the glass towards a single large reflection that was being to swell strangely. The light swirled and spun, vomiting hard shadows acorse the empty boardroom the devil was in. Then the light lightened, just on the sirgace of the window, and then a booming voice boomed out. But only he(Satan) could hear it: WHO DARES CONTACT ME…? At forst satan didnt even spoke but in stead stammared stumblingly: “I…” sATAN’s nervilly voice broke, but he still continued stammeringly afterwards: “It is me, my lord. You’re humble servant. I have news.” AND WHAT NEWS IS THIS THAT YOU HAVE? “My son, Darek Darkheart, has the Shard of Sorrow, and he has also escaped with the…with…with the…With!…WITH THE……WITH,” WITH THE WHAT!? Satan stopped speaking in stammars then and burst out, cringing (be cause of fear though not actually cringiness): “With the Mortal Vessel! I am almost sure of it! Forgive me my lord, please I beg off you!” YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. WHAT DO I EVEN PAY YOU FOR! WHY DO I TOLORATE THE INSOLANT EXHTALATIONS OF YOUR IMPOTENT MOUTH! BUT than the devil breaks in, a sight hope-like light in one eye. “BUT, there is good news! Joshery has been killed. And, my son forgot to purify himself! All ready this gives us a great opportunity, my
lord, to recover the Shard, and perhaps regain our footing right here on Earth!” HMMMMMM………… Then the voice thought for a long minute (probably more like two or three, actually). Then it spoke again, still loud, but this time a little more…considering, almost. BUT THIS IS INDEED GOOD NEWS. YOU SHALL RECOVER THE SWORD, AND THE VESSEL ASS WELL. BOTH WILL BE VERY IMPORTANT, LATER. BUT “REGAIN OUR FOOTING”…?……………………………NO. YOU HAVE INSPIRED ME. THE TIME HAS TRULY COME AT LONG LAST FOR ME TO FINALLY RETURN IN MY FULL AND NOT PARTAL GLORY. FOR TO LONG I HAVE WASTED MY TRUSTING THIS TASK TO SUCH A CREATURE AS YOU. THIS VESSEL IS PROMISING, YET SHE IS ONLY BUT A GIRL. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEAT HER, LITERALY AND NON LITERALLY. YES, IT’S TIME TO DO MYSELF. Satan trebled temblingly. “A marvelous plan, my lord. And of my son…?… I will still have the rewards I asked that I asked of you and that you said that I could have, yes?” But the booming voice only laughed evilly, {HA, HA, HAHAHHAHAHA HAAH…} and faded away. The light vaded away also, so that everything looked normal again once more. Everything except for the devil himself, who still sat on the floor, looking scared, pettrified, frozen and even horrified. A single beatiful tear rolled down his chisselled face…
“God have mercy!” The Satan said fearfully, voice shaking slightly, voice full of fear. Then he repeated himself: “God have Mercy!” He whipered again for a second time, tembling voice scared and fearfull. Then after that, at last, he also said: “GOD HAVE MERCY !” He repeated again for a third time, hugging himself (out of fear and everything dont make it wierd). What could have possiblly have made such a fear in the actual literal Devil himself? All will me revealed in Part II!195Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlI4GQAxHpm
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