Thal

Amy

She gaped at the elder demon. It was big. It was powerful. And it was utterly ridiculous. The greater brawler demon was cool and all, but whatever she was looking at was only one thing.

“It’s a lump! It’s just a lump!”

She looked to Alistair, exasperated by the supposed leader of the village.

“Alistair It. is. A lump! A mound. A sack of potatoes!”

“See it, too,” he grunted.

“Why is it a lump!?”

Se received no answer. The greater demon appeared anxious, turning to its master, awaiting its support. A help that would never come. The elder demon was a large grey oval-shaped mound, sporting large oblate eyes and a massive flat mouth. It was fast asleep, unmoving and uncaring for the world around it. She reached out with her angelic senses, understanding flooded her.

“It’s an elder sloth demon- oh, come on!”

Gup was the first to ask.

“Uh. Master. Amy. What is sloth?”

He got a good bonk for not even knowing his own kind and for also being a big idiot.

“Sloth demon’s are powerful! Except this one isn’t even cool! Look at it!”

“So? Easier to punch-”

“LUMP!” she cried out, “I was going to get an elder demon that worked! Not this! Nyeh!”

Alistair glanced back to her.

“And? Stop being dramatic.”

She crossed her arms, huffing at him.

What does he know? He only hits things! He’s not even interested!

Alistair rolled his shoulder, cracking his neck as he eyed the greater demon. It averted its stare nervously at the intent. Amy gripped his shoulder.

“Wait, hold on a second...”

She eyed the greater demon with suspicion.

“You, demon! Why did you run- why did you stop attacking us?”

It grasped its hands together, avoiding eye contact. Its death rattle voice spoke, betraying the fear. A fear of the known.

“How can one stand before a superior being? How can a slave fight its master? Understood what you are. The bond went both ways.”

She blinked in surprise. The Supremacy spell did bond demons to her. She was more surprised that this thing feared her.

She shook her head. It was afraid of her. Her. Amy, Angel of the Goetic Demon. Something was afraid of her. She ran with it. It wasn’t everyday you got to be powerful and have others acknowledge you for it.

“Kehehehe! You’re wise; for a fool!”

Yes! Finally somebody gives me the respect I deserve!

“-It is good that you fear me!”

The demon shuffled back, shaking its large skull head.

“Not you- you are fearful. Powerful. We are no match. But it is who you serve that we fear.”

Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in understanding.

“Lucifer.”

The greater demon backed up at the mention of her god’s name. The elder demon stirred briefly in its slumber.

“The end of all. And you the harbinger.”

She felt her forces had finished pacifying the final resistance. Her demons halted around the edges of the ziggurat, awaiting her orders. Even a greater demon couldn’t stand against so many average demons.

“Can I punch him yet?” Alistair asked.

“Not yet! It’s my time for glory!”

She shuffled to the bloodied altar, blanching at the sight of it. She let go of her stave, letting it stand freely. She clapped her hands as she made her grand entrance. Amy shed her outer self, revealing her true angelic form. Alistair gasped, unsettled by her stumpy appearance.

“Kehehehe! Do not be afraid!”

Alistair’s surprise vanished, his face going deadpan.

Wah! Old habits- Stupid, stupid! Idiot- keep it together! Now don’t even say Liberal Arts this time!

Her soul shuddered, tripping over itself.

“For I am Amy, Angel of the Liberal Arts!”

She bit down on her tongue, her white glowing eyes wide with realization. She ruined it again.

I meant Angel of the Goetic Demon! Oh, COME ON!

“Hold on. Liberal Arts?”

Alistair was the first to pounce on her unfavored title. The greater demon shuffled back, glancing away from her. The look of fear was replaced with awkwardness. It was embarrassed for her.

She was angry. Furious. Humiliated. Deflated. Vexed. She let out her frustrations.

“Yes! Yes- Oh my god, yes! I’m the Angel of Liberal Arts- ulgh how dorky! I know!!”

She pointed to Alistair, her large gauntleted hand trembling in anger.

“I didn’t ask for that title! Adonai gave- it- to- me! Do you know how many people tease me because of it!?”

“Don’t know why you’re so dramatic-”

“EVERYONE!”

The ziggurat went silent. The wind breezed against her azure robe. Everyone averted their gazes except Gup, who was staring intently with a dumb smile and wagging tail. Her hands flexed, her armored hands jingled. She slumped with exhaustion. Too many annoying things were draining her.

“Forget it- I’m here. There are no cultists. I’m Amy the angel and I’m here- OK?”

She flexed her four foot crow wings, made a half hearted pose and began waddling to the elder demon. Alistair followed behind, standing above her now. He began poking at her shoulder.

“What?”

She was grumpy, to say the least.

“Didn’t expect you to look so-”

“What- dumb? Ugly? Dorky?”

“Blue.”

She paused, gawking back to him.

“I didn’t have a choice! These were the only robes I could find!”

“-And pretty cool,” Alistair replied with a soft smile. She steamed back, raring her brilliant retort.

“And you’re a big- what did you call me?” she halted her advancement, turning back, looking up into his hazel eyes. Her soul fluttered.

He’s not a bad looking guy- ugh- no! He’s the enemy, remember? Adonai! His Seal! Stuff! Oh!

“Said you’re pretty cool.”

She let out a defeated whine. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.

“Thanks.”

“And what of us?” the greater demon asked with a rattle.

Amy glanced to both of them. They weren’t special, it seemed. One was a bruiser, the other was… A lump.

“Eh, can’t be choosy,” she shrugged, Alistair’s complement had set her mood to right.

She waddled to the elder sloth demon, the lynchpin to the entire backwater village. She touched it, feeling its smooth hide. It stirred in its sleep, its flesh rippling at her touch.

“What a massive waste of skin…”

She focused her power, the spell reached her mind and lips.

“Supremacy!”

The demon jolted in his sleep, his eyes squinting hard as if it was experiencing a nightmare. It quivered, letting out a low grumble. It opened its eyes, revealing a pair of rich golden yellow irises with thin bladed pupils. The eyes swirled with designs like marbles. They snapped to Amy. It spoke, its large mouth revealing wide gapped, flat teeth.

“Wha? Oh. It’s the harbinger. That’s nice.”

Amy dropped her arms, turning to Alistair. Its voice was soft, unbefitting of its grand size akin to a twelve foot hill. She felt her spell slowly working through it. It was a large thing and the fact it was a sloth demon was also annoying.

“Yeah, I am the harbinger of Lucifer, the Great End!”

The greater demon hugged itself close at the name.

“And for your crimes of sacrificing Lucifer’s children, humanity, in the most grievous and cruel methods, you are bound into eternal servitude to me! Amy, Angel of the Goetic Demon! Angel of Magic!”

“Don’t forget angel of the Liberal Arts-”

“Alistair stooop it!”

He grunted, going silent.

“Anyways, Amy! Angel of Magic!”

She made a pose, looking back to the demon. It was asleep.

“Angel of Magic- Nyeh! Stop sleeping!”

The demon woke with a stir.

“Oh? Right. Amy… Yes this is acceptable,” it let out a loud yawn, akin to a foghorn.

She felt her spell connect, felt the elder demon become hers.

Belph, Elder Demon of Sloth, of the Morpheous, Oneirist, Indomitable, Vitality.

“Huh. He’s tough and good with dreams and visions. What an odd combination…”

“But master! She brings the end of all!” the greater demon protested.

Belph snapped his eyes to his minion, narrowed with impatience.

“Would you prefer Lucifer’s mercy? Or the harbinger’s? This is to be.”

The greater demon rasped, teeth gnashing as he submitted.

“Hah! Two for one! Supremacy!” Amy’s spell struck the greater demon and it snapped to, standing at its full thirteen foot height, its chains ringing out into the twilight sky.

Lictor, Greater Demon of Execution, of Slavery, of the Binding Chain.

She searched them with her soul, seeing their abilities, strengths, and limits. She also felt they had current contracts to another demon. The same demon. They were just small fry compared to the one they were bound to. It was a massive and complex thing. She would wait for later to decipher it.

“Ok! We’re done here!” Amy announced, clapping her gauntleted hands together excitedly.

Alistair held up his hand, nonplussed by her remark.

“Stop. Didn’t get to punch things. Said I could punch the head honchos.”

“What? Wait! We need to get going-”

He gave her that intense look again and she wilted.

“Uh. OK! OK! How about you fight Lictor here. Beat him up real good for sacrificing people! Go get your revenge!”

She turned to the greater demon who returned her stare, eyes wide and grin wider. He was now hers, which was its own sort of guaranteed immortality. And power.

“Lictor, go amuse Alistair! Do your best because I say so! But no slaying him- no sir!”

It let out a death rattle gasping laugh of a dying madman.

“As you wish.”

He flexed his neck with a snap and a jingle, stooping down low to all fours. Alistair cracked his knuckles, his face twisting into a snarl. Her demons hemmed them as both fighters eyed each other.

“Oh, and Revent, help Alistair!”

The boy looked back with a furrowed brow.

“Hey, I haven’t seen him work yet! And let me tell you, Lictor is no joke!”

“Fine.”

Revent flowed from Alistair’s shadow, appearing beside him. He gripped his horn, pulling it free to reveal a long rifle.

“Child of might, I shall assist,” Revent announced.

“Whatever.”

Lictor gave the boy a wicked grin, “she said to not to slay you, but she said nothing about making you suffer.”

“Try it.”

The boy’s anger spilled out. Amy’s glowing eyes narrowed.

My Lucy, this kid has a lot of pent up issues! But then again, so do I- I guess.

The boy let out a shout, springing forward. The battle began in a heartbeat. The demon let out gasping cackle, shaking his hide and sending a shower of hooked chains shooting at the smaller warrior. Alistair side stepped, deflecting some against his steely flesh. One link passed by him and Lictor yanked hard, snagging the boy’s shoulder. He grunted in pain as the hook caught him, stumbling him forward. The greater demon gripped his chain, reeling the boy in. The bindings that missed snagged into the shrine floor, anchoring Lictor down.

Smart! Using his own chains to out muscle the kid!

A shot cracked out, catching Lictor in eye. The greater demon held fast, unphased by the injury; another holdover from its brawler ancestry. Revent sheathed his rifle horn, flowing into Alistair’s shadow. The boy held fast, his pained expression becoming a grin as wild as his hair. He pulled back, stabilizing himself. Blood ran down the wound, but he remained firm, unphased by it.

Wow this kid’s really something! Nyeh! Stop rooting for him! Stooop!

She balled her fists, shadow boxing as she watched with intensity.

Alistair turned to the side, gripping the chain with both hands. He pulled. Lictor buckled, his sole eye going wide. Revent appeared from the greater demon’s shadow, a large guardless claymore unsheathed. He slashed, biting into the achilles. Lictor stumbled to a knee before being yanked forward. He braced on his hands and legs, struggling to rise. He recalled his chains, swirling them around himself. Revent guarded, knocked back by the force of the whirlwind, vanishing back into an onlooker’s shadow. The demon of Executions gasped with laughter, standing on his good leg. Black blood poured from his ruined eye.

“I haven’t seen a child in an age,” his gasing laugh rattled in the whirlwind of chains, “that makes you a precious commodity. My slave. Breaking Agony.”

A surge of dark power ran through the links, rushing into the hook. Alistair cried out in pain, almost buckling under. He grit his teeth and rose firm, smile affixed.

That spell should have knocked him out! Frayed his mind! What a horrible ability! And it’s all mine! Kehehehe!

The boy clenched the chain harder, roaring out his retort.

“Weak!”

The demon was taken aback, rasping a laugh as he stood tall, gripping the chain. The whirlwind ceased as his hooks retracted and shot towards Alistair. Another shot rang out, taking the demon’s remaining eye. Revent sheathe his rifle, diving back into the shadows. The greater demon lurched back, its volley went wide, missing the boy and impacting into Amy’s demons, cutting through them.

“Hey watch it!” she barked. Five dropped and many more were damaged.

Alistair clench down hard, flexing through the chain with a snap, sending Lictor off balance. He stumbled back on his bad foot, dropping to the ground, the ankle tearing in half and oozing black blood. The chains rushed back, draping around his body.

Revent appeared next to Alistair, hand readied on his horn. The boy freed the chain from his back, the blood adding to the crimson stained shrine. With a roar, he threw the hook like an axe, tumbling it and the remaining links end over end. Lictor rose to his feet, only hearing the swish of the chain as it impacted through its guarding clawed hand, into its shoulder, tearing through its body with a cannon blast strike. Sheared chains dropped, his torso along his left shoulder split in half, painting the demons behind him in black. The hook continued on crashing far into the treeline outside of the village. A conifer lurched and fell to the ground, the noise of the toppling tree arriving only seconds after. The world was silent, the thunder crack of the hypersonic projectile had quieted everyone. Lictor gripped his left shoulder, trying to keep himself together as he tumbled to his knees.

Alistair marched to him, his face twisted in rage. The demon of Slavery choked on gasping laughter.

“No wonder you’re the last child on Thal. Imagine that…”

The boy had no more words. Only fists.

He ducked low and shot up, his fist striking Lictor on the jaw. His skull splattered in a wide arc, his crown tumbling end over end. His body stiffened and fell forward akin to the conifer, collapsing to an ash statue. The boy turned and walked away before it impacted the ziggurat’s brickwork.

Lictor was defeated.

Amy nodded in satisfaction. She got her demons. Alistair punched some of them. The village was razed. Blood and mayhem. Overall, a good day.

“Nice fight, Alistair!”

The boy turned to Amy, giving her that intense stare. She withered under it, squeaking quiet.

“Should’ve been two against me. Revent made it too easy.”

The assassin demon appeared, rubbing at its horn.

“Perhaps. Regardless, we worked well.”

Alistair grunted, rubbing at his wound.

“Oh, Alistair, do you need aid?”

He shook his head, sitting down on the bricked surface.

“No. Not bad.”

Amy waddled next to him, sitting side by side.

“Feel better?”

“No. Yes.”

“It’s only one answer, you know?”

The boy grunted, shaking his head.

“Still feel bad. She’s still gone. Feel good, too. Punched demons. Reminds me I’m still… Weak.”

She’s gone. Oh god. He did witness a sacrifice. It makes sense why he stopped when I lost...

“When we fought, did I remind you of her?”

“At the end. When you cried.”

She wrinkled her face, but continued to pry.

“Was she somebody special?”

“No more.”

He got to his feet and began his descent down the ziggurat. The conversation was over. She sighed. Alistair was a tough cookie, but she’d crack it. She turned, pointing to Belph who had gone back asleep. The large elder demon shrunk to a statue.

“Gup! Go get him!”

Her demon thief hopped to with a squeak, rushing off to the large idol. He struggled to fit it inside the sack, unable to find the side that fit. It was all too wide. Amy left him there, a possible good distraction for now.

“Alistair wait up!”

She tripped over over robes, rushing to recover. She scampered just behind him, avoiding the blood.

“Well, we won! We got what we wanted!”

The boy nodded, navigating his way to ground level.

“Yeah. Was fun. Not sure if it could be done alone.”

He glanced back to her, a pained smile on his face.

“Thanks.”

She smiled back before going neutral.

Stooop iiit! Seal holder, remember! Oh… Oh! Wait till Lucifer hears of this!

“We make a pretty good team. What do you say we keep this going? I feel there are bigger towns to fry!”

“Sure. Can never punch too many demons.”

They finished their descent and journeyed to the ruined village square, the impact of their battle still present. They hopped across the river of lava she created earlier, its spread igniting one of the ruins. The wall of brawlers opened up, letting her pass to see the twisted humans, cowering like chained animals. Around thirty were left.

“Kehehehe! Humans! Behold your savior!” she flexed her four-foot wings. They all eyed her with a mixture of fear and anger.

“I’ll take your thanks later. Right now, your god awaits you!”

She pulled out with her senses, feeling the flakes of demon stones scattering the village.

Retrieval: Demon Stone

The slivers rushed and flowed to her outstretched hand, clumping together to form a large chunk of obsidian.

She let the words flow in her mind.

“Lord on high, I call to you,”

“Lucifer!”

“God of all, your name be true!”

“Hear my call, hear my plea,

“Rule this plane, and set us free!

“Gate.”

The spell completed, binding her portal’s entrance and exits. The demon stone crumbled, used as a regent for the ability. Hundreds of demons ceased to exist for this one piece of magic.

A blue portal tore open the fabric of reality, causing the humans to shriek out and cower. A few steps and Pardominion was within reach.

“Ok! Go on through!” Amy ordered.

The people stood there, like cornered beasts. She rolled her eyes, unamused by their drama.

“Aaand force them in!” she ordered her mob. The wall of demons began to constrict, bullying the frightened, twisted Faithful Ones inside. Many were thrown, but all were set free into Lucifer’s embrace. The throne room would be as good a spot as any to leave them. The last human was cowed through and she willed the gate shut. With a thrumming shrieking tear it closed, leaving only Amy, her demons, and Alistair.

Henry scrabble along the cracked cobblestone, chittering out to her.

"Henry! Yes- you did as good as a rat king could!"

She knelt down, making sure to pet each rat. Gup scurried over the ruins, halting by her side. She eyed him suspiciously.

"Did you get Belph?"

"Gup did his best!" he announced, wagging his tail.

"OK good, because we're leaving. But not before we burn this whole big idiot place to the ground!"

She pointed to the sky, channeling her favorite magical tier: Apocalyptic.

She spoke aloud, feeling it appropriate.

"Burning, cleansing, thrashing fire."

"Raze this village, sins so dire!"

"Only ash, only rubble,"

"punish this village for all its trouble!"

"Cup of Wrath."

She looked up into the rising sky, seeing a second sun had begun to blossom. She smiled, doing a little wiggle dance.

"OK, it's here! And one last thing!"

She turned to her army with a sigh. She had so many good demons. Oh well, she was on a planet of demons, hers were small fry in comparison. She took her top ten strongest, calling them forth. A rake, seven brawlers and two crawlers.

She focused her powers, consolidating all of her demon's into the ten. Her army crumbled to clouds of dust, swirling around her top demons.

Well, too bad about the eleventh strongest!

Their power-up wasn't as substantial as she desired, but it was a start. She shrunk them to idols, pointing to Gup with a bark.

“Go get them!”

Her demon thief sprang into action with his sack, juggling her ten inside.

“Uh. All gone!”

She gave Gup a pat on the head. He was getting better.

“Good! Now we go.”

She waddled her way to the breach, Alistair, Gup, Henry, and Revent in tow. Her demon thief’s bag was fuller than before with goodies.

The new sun in the sky grew ever larger, the land lit up, with morning coming all too early. Amy glanced up and gawked.

“Wah! That’s faster than I remember! Uh. Running now!”

She flapped her wings and rushed ahead, recalling all of her demons to her. Henry would have definitely been left behind. Alistair kept up at a jog, taking long strides to spring himself ahead.

So unfair!

She flapped madly, following the road away from the doomed village. Within minutes, they passed over a hill where the road split into pathways and a sign informed. She halted, looking back. The second sun was blinding to all but her. She sat, clapping her hands together in expectation of the firework. Singular.

“What now?”

“Well, Alistair, we wait a little while longer! Say goodbye to that dumb evil village!”

“Uh, goodbye?”

Oh, my Lucy, he’s thick. Well, it’s endearing.

A pillar of light the size of the village shot down. The giant conifers blasted and swayed, the earth trembled and kicked its dirt free. The blasphemous place vanished instantly. Then she heard the unending howling shriek, felt the heatwave and intense hurricane of winds. Alistair bent low with a firm pose, unphased by the radiative blast. Amy wasn’t so blessed, being picked up and carried away into the forest’s edge.

“Wahaaaaa!”

She struck the trunk of a giant’s conifer spinning head over heels before crashing into a pile of snow. Her bell rung as she lay stunned. The second sun vanished, obscuring the land back into twilight as the true sun slowly ambled up the horizon, showing no signs of irritation at being usurped.

“Oooow, my head.”

She felt her temple, blinking away the spots.

Belph was defeated.

She caught herself, sensing her update.

“Oh my god. GUP!”

She screamed into the woods at her demon thief. Her voice echoed, reverberating that most cursed name. She summoned Gup, who plopped to the forest floor, wagging his tail at her.

“Gup. Where is Belph?”

His eyes swiveled to and fro in thought.

“Gup tried his best! Too big for sack.”

“Gup. Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Didn’t ask.”

“Gup? Come here.”

He wagged his tail, sporting a wide lizard grin as he scampered to her.

Gup was defeated.

She didn’t intend to hit him so hard, but she couldn’t help it- Gup was the biggest idiot that ever idiotted. She palmed her face, willing an update.

Lictor: twenty-nine days.

Belph: Two hundred and ninety-five days.

“GUUUUP!”

Her enraged bellow trembled the forest. Alistair appeared, his face twisted in concern.

“You alright?”

She thought about it. She still had her demons. Even if Gup was the demon of idiocy.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

"Wanna talk about it?"

She nodded, getting to her feet and dusting the snow off. She waddled back to the main road.

"I can't use those demons for some time. Gup's an idiot and didn’t even store the big lump! And you beat up the other one...”

“Good. Don’t need that trash.”

She flinched at his harsh words.

“But that’s the thing. I collect demons and repurpose them! Henry used to plague entire cities! Revent completed over twenty-five hit contracts! And Gup was an idiot!”

“Still an idiot.”

“Yeah- but still- he’s my idiot!”

She made it to the main road. The sign lay on its side. She sighed at that. She couldn’t tell which destinations were which anymore. She gazed into the distance, seeing the ash plume of smoke drifting far into the sky akin to a volcano blast.

“Oh wow… Well- it’s gone now.”

Alistair gasped, cracking his knuckles with but a flex. He sat down, gazing at the remnants. She sidled up next to him, feeling his shoulder to hers. He spoke, his eyes miles away.

“She was smart. Me? Blunt. Simple. Not well-read she said. She was a slave. Found her after rescuing my parents. Didn’t like that and banished me.”

“Wait- your parents disowned you after you rescued them??”

“Yeah. I slew their house demon. A rat king. Used my own femur.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, processing what she heard.

“You used... Your own femur to destroy it?”

“Yeah. Parents kept it appeased by having me. Fed it my limbs. Didn’t think much of it at the time. Went to the basement to see it, found my bones, and then slew it.”

“Oh my god…”

“Changed my life. She taught me much. And then she was slain. Cultists.”

He opened the palm of his left hand, revealing another brand. She felt her soul flutter at it. She reacted on instinct towards it. A dark feeling filled her. The symbol was:

“What is that?”

He looked down, shame filling his voice.

“The cult. Took her and ended her. Was about to end them when the thing they sacrificed to awoke. Destroyed them. Felt bad about everything. Made me his chosen.”

“Who?”

He cleared his throat, pausing as he thought it over. The wind calmed as the impact of her spell began to clear. Amy turned upon hearing the commotion. A man shouted from behind, his stress and dismay evident in his voice. She put on her disguise within a heartbeat, becoming her strong and independent, yet flamboyant mage with a mysterious past.

“It can’t be! Oh, impossible! Belphas is gone!”

He was old, thin and frail, garbed in gray ratty robes. He fell to his knees, his walking stick clattering to the ground. Amy eyed him quizzically as he looked back. She caught his eye, the man then scrambled to his feet, hobbling to them.

“Did you see it? Belphas? What happened!?”

Belph. Oh, it was named after the demon. How original.

Alistair spoke up first.

“Yeah. She blew it up.”

Amy gawked at him.

Are you- are you serious!? You big idiot!

She was about to say something more when the older man cackled a laugh. His demeanor changed.

“Hah! That’s a clever ruse!”

He collected his staff, laughing all the way.

“Good! Belphas was a dirt heap anyways!”

Amy furrowed her brows at the man’s sudden flip.

“But… You were just sad?” Alistair asked the question they both needed to know.

“Of course was I sad! Was! Was is the key!”

“What?”

“Belph owed me and I was cashing out. Well… I could either laugh or cry! Lost a bit of wealth, but Belphas is gone! Good riddance!”

He got to her feet as he clapped her hand.

“And you’re both a brave bunch of fools for admitting to doing it! Doubt you did, but you earned my respect all the same!”

Amy blinked, unable to keep up with the elderly man’s frentic pace.

“The name’s Sable. I was the governor of Hedretor before I was deposed. I’m not bitter or anything!”

He gave her a wide-eyed crazed look. He guffawed loudly, clicking his walking stick down. His face went relaxed as he became serious.

“Hah! But really. I am.”

She scrunched her face at the odd man.

“But in all seriousness. Who leveled Belphas?”

He gazed at Amy, looking through her. His eyes widened and then he knew.

“You really did it. You’re an angel… The prophecy… That… We’re doomed!”

He flailed his limbs, turning to run away. Except hobbling at a pace faster than a tortoise was a more accurate description.

Wait! How did he know what I was!? My disguise was perfect!

“Doomed- we’re doomed! The angels are here!”

Amy waddled to him, gripping his arm.

“What are you doing!?”

“What do you think I’m doing? Becoming a prophet of doom! Got to get on the trend before the market gets flooded by amateurs! Doomed- oooh- we’re all doomed!”

“Stop- wait! Look we’re a little lost here,” she pointed in the direction of where she felt the Thrones, “What’s that way?”

The man squinted, raising a finger as he paused his speech.

“Why- well, why that’s Hedretor. I just came from there! Are you going to blast that rotten city apart?”

She smirked and nodded.

“To the ground.”

The man knelt down, hands clasped.

“Then please take me as your minion- I cannot do much except guide you and shower your worshipness in praise! And maybe some magic- but guide you I can, at least! Let this old worthless geriatric one last sight of his ‘beloved’ city before it becomes an ash heap!”

She gawked at the situation. She had just gained her second follower. Alistair was just there to punch things- but still. Her guardian and her prophet. She had officially become a cult.

“Very well! You will both join me as my minions. You will join, the Cult of Lucifer, the Cult of the Great End!”

“Won’t do it,” Alistair stated, shaking his head.

“Oh, please, please, please?”

She gave him sad eyes. He shook his head, letting out a sigh.

“Fine.”

“Yay!”

She felt at the top of the world. She had minions. Followers. Next came the Thrones, demons, more minions, and then the annihilation of the planet Thal.

All for Lucifer’s love.