The Second Chance Contract (Himeno X F.OC) (ON HOLD)

-Con Artist-

Even in a world were devils and humans existed, little knew about the third world that existed.

But that third was nothing like humanity or devil kind could fathom existed.

That world only had one inhabitant, forced into it by all devils turning against them and them forgot about them in the endless cycle of death and rebirth.

Despite this inhabitant's inherent devilish origins, they were outcast because of their power.

Such an ability would cost many devils and humans their own, dignity or life and everything in between so to protect themselves, the four horsemen and the other powerful devils formed a temporary alliance to cast them out into the void between the worlds.

This devil was not a primal devil nor a horsemen, she came to be born out of human trickery, hubris, hate, foul play and also cheaters.

The deal maker, the cheat, the con man, the con artist, tricksters patron were the many names she was known by but humanity only knew her as the contract devil.

Tricking, fouling, misleading both humans and devils for her powers, redefining the definition of a con man. The fear of being tricked into a deal, being outplayed by cheater, being fooled by fellow men helped her powers bloom.

Until the day hell revolted against her and banished her in the cold dark void where they was no up, no down, no heat nor cold, no time, no space, no sound, no air, no sight, no feeling, no power, no life, no fear, no being, just her thought and her thoughts alone with terrifying pain.

The torture of the void is eternal, unending and blindingly short.

Since nothing was meant to exist in this void between worlds, it felt like every little atom of her body was being pulled apart and put back together and no matter how much she wanted to scream, hollow in agony, make her suffering be known even if it was only for herself to hear, nothing came out of her mouth as there was no mouth, no body, no pain, just void.

And so she remained like that, as a part of the great nothingness while at the same time in pure agony because she existed in this void but unable to express it as there was no tears, no trembling, no yelling, just void.

And as long as humans feared a concept, the devil of it would exist so she was trapped in this as humanity's vice is greed, trickery and cheating, something she was the devil off so unless an utopia was born, her anguish would never end and even then, the horsemen and the primals are here to remember her.

Her mind shattered, long stopping functioning, fleeing in the depths of her psyche to try protect itself.

And despite it it all, there was the smallest drop, the grain of hope, born from the fact the devils knew how to trap her in here so it meant there was an exit and it wasn't a pure void.

That little idea scratched away at the back of her mind, scrapping away at the nothingness, digging deeper, deeper and deeper, until there was something to dig through, something underneath, something moving.

There was still no joy, no happiness, no light, just void but there was also an exit, she knew she needed to take the chance, even if she was at great risks of losing most of herself, only a small part of the initial devil could escape but she told herself, if a small part could she would still be able to grow strong until she can free the rest of her power again.

So she gathered as much of the power as she could, pressing it through the little exit.

The con man had just escaped the inescapable.