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Backstory Time

"How did you even get so strong?" Vidiri asked with metric tons of hopeful wonder in her eyes.

"You know, when I said you could come by to learn from me..." Clay sat up straight, brushing the bubbles from his bath from his chest back into the tub. "I meant on the weekend."

"Oh. Um... sorry about that."

Clay sighed, standing up and stepping out of his bath. He still wore swimming trunks of course— I mean, he had company over!

"I was always this strong..." Clay started answering Vidiri's question, flashbacking to a simpler time.

"All my life, I'd been the strongest guy in the room. At first I thought it was a blessing, but with time I learned it was a curse. Nobody cares who the strongest one is. I'm still living in a studio apartment with a minimum wage job. I thought about being a hero, but they said I'm not marketable. Maybe I didn't try hard enough, I guess. The point is, strongest or not, nobody cares. Knowing that, are you sure you want to be like me?"

"I have my own reasons to be strong, sir," Vidiri admitted, starting her own flashback.

"Did you just call me sir?"

"Nobody believed in me growing up. I was always weak. The butt of every joke. Daily, others would break my bones, or feelings, or mental state, leaving me a crying mess. I want to become strong physically as well as mentally. WhenI saw how you handled Hydrox—"

Clay stared blankly at Vidiri as she explained her entire life story for him.

"—But even now, as I pour my soul into the liberal arts, I feel a foreboding feeling... What if nothing works out in the future? I—"

Whoops, Clay thought. I spaced out again. I hope she didn't say anything important.

"You understand, right?" She asked him.

"Uh... yes?"

"Very funny, sir. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, my brush. This tool of the arts can repaint reality in front of your very eyes. I can draw summons to fight for me, or weapons and tools to—"

What am I gonna have for dinner tonight? I think Will invited me over again. I'd rather have dinner in hell than sit next to him though. Jeez, is she still talking? Maybe I should pay attention.

"—And that's why I want to be like you. I'll always strive to be like you, sir! You must train me!"

"Listen, Vidiri..." Clay sighed crawling back in the tub. "I'm telling you, you'll only be disappoi—"

At that exact moment, a brick came flying in through the window. Clay instantaneously jumped back up out of his bath and caught it. In the flash of an instant, Clay was dressed and outside.

"Who threw this?"

Karen stood there, much to Clay's chagrin, with the world's widest smirk on her face. Behind her, however, was a female demon with a look of extreme exhaustion. Her eyes were covered by the thicket of black hair, so her sighing mouth was the only facial feature you could make out, besides her small nose bridged with black freckles on her reddened skin.

"Sir, you can't dump your garbage in hell," said the demon, pushing Karen towards him.

"What!?" Karen was thrown off guard. "You said this was a revenge journey!"

"It is," the demon smiled. "For me. Through you. Leaving you here is the reven—"

Viridi was painting a hammer upstairs as the demon talked, and when it was done she jumped down and slammed it into her cheek, knocking her to the ground. She slid for a couple meters before picking herself back up.

"Very funny..." she commented, snapping her fingers. Just like that, the sky darkened, a portal to the underworld opening up beneath Vidiri and sucking her into the ground, only halfway. It tightened around her waist, keeping a firm grip to make sure she couldn't escape with all the strength in the world. Clay watched the whole thing happen and was generally unimpressed.

"Damn," he remarked, devoid of emotion.

"Now, basic white guy!" The demon's eyes were white hot with hellfury. "You will pay for sending this woman to hell prematurely!"

Debris started to kick up, papers and other miscellaneous trash circling her as she manipulated the wind. The sky even thundered.

"You will rue the day you decided to curse us with Karen Charmichael, or my name isn't Ibexa, the barista demo--"

As she was talking, Clay had picked her up and placed her gingerly into the dumpster. Maybe she was a little too into her spiel.

"Hey! I'm not done with you!" She called, manipulating the wind to pull him back to her. Clay kept walking like nothing was happening, not even feeling the wind a bit. However, a paper flew in his face, which annoyed him enough to sigh and turn around. In a fraction of a second, Ibexa was being lifted by her neck by Clay, scratching at his arm's invincible skin. However, she managed to scratch a hole in his shirt.

Big mistake.

"My favorite shirt..." Clay was in disbelief. His [BRAND] shirt, which you'll be able to purchase from the upcoming [BRAND] shop, Had a giant hole in it now. Ibexa chuckled, inhaling to ready a fire attack. She breathed it on him, which only pissed him off even more. Clay yelled one word, which echoed throughout the universe:

"OVERTIME!"

Clay immediately began instant transmissioning all around Ibexa, randomly dealing lethal blows wherever his fists or feet landed. He broke her back, fractured her skull, and split every one of her ribs in less than a second. After three seconds of this all out assault, Clay picked up both Ibexa and Vidiri, jumped fifty feet in the air, and yeeted Ibexa as hard as he could into the portal. It had actually already closed, but that didn't stop Clay from throwing her so hard she was pummeled several thousand feet into the earth's crust, straight down to hell. Clay landed, still grasping onto a petrified Vidiri. Once he realized this, he quickly drew back his hand.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"You..." Vidiri couldn't complete a single thought, let alone a sentence.

"I know," Clay admitted. "Now I have to pay them to fill in this hellevator.

"You destroyed the ground... over a T-Shirt..."