I'm back lil bro
Yah I decided instead of writing on my laptop and getting bored immediately, I'd just write on my phone when I had nothing better to do.
I might go back to weekly chapters because the shit I have planned is absolutely crazy.
Alr bye guys ily
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3RD P.O.V
Hell burned with an intense palette of red and neon, casting an eerie glow over the sprawling, infernal city. Shadows danced along the jagged architecture, where ancient stone structures met modern metallic skyscrapers in a chaotic blend.
The clinking echoes of footsteps resonated across the ground as demons of various species moved fluidly through the bustling streets, their forms shifting and blending into the smoky haze that filled the air.
The cityscape was both timeless and ever-changing, a living paradox of past and present. Occasional car crashes and the sharp crack of gunfire punctuated the atmosphere, while tendrils of smoke wove through the halls and alleyways like sentient entities.
Inside a dimly lit, seedy bar tucked away in one of the many twisted alleys, Y/N sat on a worn stool that groaned under his weight. The bar's interior was a cocktail of shadows and flickering yellow lights, casting long, ominous silhouettes on the walls.
The pungent odor of weed and cigarettes hung thick in the air, mingling with the scent of aged whiskey and the faint, metallic tang of blood.
His white eyes, glowing faintly in the dimness, drifted upward to meet the familiar gaze of his old friend Larry, who was sliding a shot of whiskey his way.
Larry, a stout demon with a scarred, calm face and a thick Russian accent, moved with a casual grace behind the bar.
"It's been some time," Y/N remarked, shifting his large frame slightly, causing the metal stool to protest under his weight. His voice was a deep, resonant rumble.
"Of course, good friend. You've been quite busy on your own, eh?" Larry replied, pouring himself a glass of some dark, viscous liquor and leaning casually against the bar.
His eyes, sharp and observant, never missed a detail. Y/N nodded, his gaze wandering around the bar's interior.
The place was a curious blend of old-world charm and modern decadence; dusty, wooden shelves stacked with bottles of every conceivable shape and color, neon signs flickering sporadically, and patrons of every demonic variety huddled in shadowy corners.
"Place seems to be doing a lot better," Y/N observed, his eyes catching a figure lurking in the shadows. The figure's presence was almost spectral, a dark blot against the already dim backdrop.
People now recognized him as an overlord, a title that carried both respect and fear in this hellish landscape.
"Ah, yes... Don't know why, but truly, it is a blessing. And you, you've become an overlord, haven't you?" Larry inquired, with Y/N nodding once more.
The title of overlord was not one given lightly; though it had its issues, it was useful.
"Some stuff happened, yeah," Y/N answered, feeling a slight slur in his words, just a hint of the alcohol's influence creeping in.
He took another deep swig, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. The yellow lights of the bar flickered slightly, as if in response to some unseen force.
"I thought you banned any of that stuff in here?" Y/N groaned softly, the smell of weed and cigarettes assaulting his senses. He remembered Larry's strict no-drug policy, a stance that seemed at odds with the current atmosphere.
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