Strings of Fate

Chapter 15: Spiders

Y/n's POV:

I dressed up in clothes of a better comfort before heading to my kitchen, where a sudden telephone ringing could be heard from afar. From the very little that does know my number, I can guess that Rosie wanted to give me this call. On how the meat positively arrive and see if I'm okay.

When I picked up the phone, it was without surprise that her voice was heard.

-Hi Y/n, its me!

-Glad the meat arrived with good quality. Now, how did you possibly knew I came back home?

I could hear some noise of people talking on background, but I couldn't recognize any words they were saying. I couldn't even tell how many people were in that background conversation.

-Glad to hear you're not too bad. Alastor's shadow told me you were coming back.

Of course his shadow did. Alastor probably went to bring me back because Rosie was worried and couldn't go. Not because he wanted to. But I knew since an unknown time period that he indeed was someone near being what we call as a workaholic. The Radio Demon prefers his job and doesn't want friends. At least, that's the impression that he is giving to me, and maybe me only.

Now Y/n, dont be mean. He is still a good friend, even if he is very distant with you.

-Y/n? Did you heard what I tried to tell you?

Oups, I forgot to listen. And I can guess that my silence comfirmed her words hearing that she sighed and started to re-explain what I first didn't heard.

-Another person saw you both together walking back to Cannibal Town. And the whole group is now in my Emporium, wishing to talk to you. One of them being Arabelle. Those people are nicknamed ''Spiders'' since their united power touch multiple aspects of Hell.

Holy shit...

 

 

 

 

Her again?

-Listen Y/n, those are powerful Overlords that united their power to gain more. They are known in the whole Pride Ring and a little in others rings of Hell for their actions, each person being enough powerful creatures to let themselves kill you mercilessly. Whatever you do, do not sell your soul or make any deal with them without reading the full contract. If not, this will make you trapped in their leash. I know that you can defend yourself without a problem. Nevertheless, I do not trust them or what they will do towards you.

-Don't worry Rosie. No deals that is only advantageous to them or that will sell my soul unless the deal in question could help me and my loved ones. That was the first thing you taught me years ago.

As I knew she, even if it was unwillingly, send Arabelle and her spiders group to my home, I hanged up the phone and let myself drop, unharmingly letting me sat one the kitchen floor, my back against the wall. 

This better not end up in a bloodbath or under a heavy leash.

 

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-Let me introduce them properly, dear.

Arabelle took the lead to introduce everyone, just after they came in without knocking and I gave them all a coffee or tea. All looking quite kind enough, but the no knocking was rude though.

-Alexander, our modeler and fashion designer.

She points at the sinner with a long peacock tail, who winked at me after his presentation.

-Aspen, our writer that takes care of Hell's journal. 

Wolf ears pointed in my direction, one bending down to greet me.

-Aphrodite, our director for the porn and lust industry.

A woman, mostly in tones of pink and white flowers all around her head and hair waved seductively at me. Another sinner wearing revealing clothes, again.

-Andrew, running the gambling industry, then you can see Ghost behind him. He's our best spy.

The gambling man, Andrew, held a dice in each of his hands and thentacles, while this Ghost was indeed behind him, translucide enough to be able to see him but to also hide himself.

But, nonetheless, I could notice one chair was empty, except a gorgeous silver blue traverse flute, delicate details in a darker shade reminding of the ocean.

-And there's no one with the flute?

-There was. But that's all that's left of Amber. She had the music industry.

-Oh...

I didn't know what to say. From her tone, it sounded still painful to talk about, like it was a very recent event. I do feel guilty to had brought that up, and it worsen after I saw all those faces at the table in pain.

-Is she... Dead?

-Ah? Oh no, she lost to Alastor and had to give him her soul.

Oh. I don't even know if I should feel guilty anymore or not.

Very shortly after, Arabelle continued to talk, all about what just happened to them. Included Amber's deal.

-We can't let Amber's place empty, that would create an important weakness in the group. If we are all here today, it is to take Y/n as Amber's replacement until we can win her soul back. Alastor is taking a little more power as we talk, and we can't let him have another soul in the group before our main plan comes up. So, Y/n...

I look at her as she walked in my direction, stopping at my height and held her hand up to me.

-...Let's make a deal.

-You... You want my soul?

-You soul...?

She stopped in the middle of saying this before she continued and remove her hand from in front of me.

-Nonsense. We don't want your soul. All you have to do is to help us with claiming Amber's soul back, replace her by singing in the multiple clubs and bars where she had to and help us attract Alastor to us to bring him in our team. He has this power that we would like to bring in the spiders. Radio a wonderful way to make people believe our opinions and lies, exactly what we need here. In exchange, we would bring you the answers of questions you probably had and help you with anything else of same value. Except taking our souls of course.

-What type of questions, exactly? Have they that much importance for you guys to put it in a deal?

-Of course they do. They are enough important to make you know and learn a few things related to you. And one of them concerns Alastor~

Now, I didn't know what I should do. The deal seems fair enough, I won't give my soul, but I won't claim one, which is what I want. I dont know what to do with a soul under my leash.

-So...

Do we have a deal, Y/n?