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From the flames a figure has risen, a red giant with twisting horns and burning magma dripping out from his mouth and eyes risen
"It is I, a lonely servant! I wish to receive a servant, born from the pits of hell, to aid me in the accomplishment of my destiny and bring the world closer to its end!"
The demon leaned forwards, towering over as drops of magma burned the floor.
"YOUR SMELL... YOU ARE A SINNER... YOUR SOUL WILL FALL INTO THE PIT... THERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU TO OFFER. FOR THE DISGRACE OF CALLING ME HERE. I SHALL PERSONALLY TAKE YOU WITH ME, TO JOIN THE CHORUS OF THE DEAD."
The red giant opened his palm, which was glowing hot, like the still liquid iron from a forge.
"Lord, aim your holy light towards the enemy of your people and bring down your judgment upon us. Amen."
From the direction where the door was, a bolt of light flew at the demon, hitting it on its shoulder.
The demon screamed, and the spot which the light touched became black with vapor escaping from it.
"WHO DARES?!"
"Me."
Between the demon and the wheelchaired figure, someone else appeared.
A man in a black suit, a top hat, bandages covering his upper face, with a beautiful staff hanging on his back.
"If I may, you should stop that. The floor will burn if you drop more lava on it."
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Holy fuck, what did do?! Why did I do that?
I just followed that girl through the tunnels under the manor, making me seriously wonder if there was an actual city under the house of War ( I started to call her War because I forgot her actual name), only to arrive at this mess.
A cripple and a demon, in a dark room.
Sounds like a bad joke you would hear in a church.
The demon looked at me in complete shock, while the idiot who summoned it was tended by the girl.
Okay, I need to get the hell out of here.
"I KNOW YOU. APOSTLE OF PUTREFACTION. YOU ARE A STRANGE SIGHT. A BEING THAT WIELDS OUR POWER AS WELL AS THOSE ABOVE. A SOUL TAINTED BY HIS POWER YET MAINTAINING ITS PAST PERSONALITY. WHY DO YOU STEP BETWEEN ME AND THAT SINER? ITS SOUL WILL FALL INTO THE PIT WHEN IT TAKES ITS LAST BREATH."
"Sigh, you are annoying."
I took my staff off my back and put it before me.
"May this place be blessed in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. Amen."
From the tip of my staff, a small wave of light washed over the room.
The demon screamed as small lice crystals formed on his body.
This actually worked. Can I make up random prayers and when I slap an amen to the end, it becomes effective? Need more testing. I should do something cool, something that will make me look good.
"You know I had always amazed me how the powers of heaven and hell react to each other. Hell usually burns everything that touches it. If heaven is its counterforce, then it would make sense to freeze everything. Still, I can't understand why people wish to go there. A world of cold up in the sky, my fear of heights is just screaming, and I prefer warmer climates."
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