Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Chapter 10

 Over the next couple of days, Kenneth notices an influx of demons stumbling upon the rebellion. It was fairly interesting to watch Cloud persuade the fresh faces of the damned. From small cheers to uproars, the atmosphere in the room is electric and buzzing. What seems to be more exciting just by crowd reaction was the move from the cramped, dimly lit room to a larger space located near the exits; typically used for crossroad demons. Kenneth becomes fairly close to Cloud; doing various tasks like organizing and distributing information.

The leader becomes more lenient to Kenneth's labors. Out of all the black eyed demons, he considered this one a friend.

Through a vague sense of time, it was about the middle of another week and Cloud is on his soapbox. He preaches more about The Chosen One and what the apocalypse would bring. One thing is different however:

"I have a plan to find The Chosen One. More than half of you will be assigned to humans that may possibly be him or her. We have access to these exits, we should use them accordingly."

Kenneth has a suspicion that this plan is too vague, too tricky, and near impossible. As much as he now believes such an individual is out there, the amount of rebels seem to be small compared to how many humans there are on earth. He won't bother to mention it, however. He finds Cloud's optimism amusing.

He thinks about Earth again. There's an irritating feeling in the back of his mind like he's missing something from there. Oh right, his girlfriend. He can only assume she must miss him. He doesn't, though, but he's curious about what life would be like back on earth. As much as he feeds off of the energy this rebel council emits...

"Kenneth, what do you think?" Cloud says, throwing an arm around the black eyed demon.

"Definitely possible, sir." Kenneth replies.

"It will take time, and a hell of a lot more souls, but I just know this will work. It has to." Kenneth can feel the tension radiate off Cloud's body.

"Speaking of Earth, I recently recalled the fact that I have a girlfriend." Kenneth says.

Cloud removes his arm from around Kenneth and stands in front of him, a firm hand is placed on his shoulder, "She could be an asset. Maybe she'll have a connection to someone who could very well be The Chosen One. I like you, Kenny. I grant you access to Earth, you've worked hard. Come and go as you please, but I would strongly advise you to keep an eye out."

"Of course. Thank you, sir." Kenneth says.

Taking the nearest exit following a couple demons, he ends up back on Earth. The sun is bright and the air is fresh. As much as these things didn't seem foreign to him, the liveliness is extremely boring and terribly underwhelming. Maybe this isn't the greatest idea, Kenneth thinks.

He's not too sure where he is, but he takes a second and thinks of his apartment. He shuts his eyes and pictures the constant busy street. The smell of car exhaust and a hint of roses. The chattering of neighbours and the occasional siren or horn.

Not even a second passes as he feels the atmosphere change around him. His eyes open and he views the familiar street in front of him. How interesting, he thinks. The natural instinct to follow intuition caused him to... teleport? Convenient.

He walks up to his door and attempts to turn the knob. Locked. He has nothing in his pockets, and he's in the clothes he crashed in. No blood or visible abrasions. He ponders on the idea that there are different variations of solidifying in hell and on earth. Maybe it was the exit he took...

The door is soon opened with a very worried Victoria on the other side, "Where the hell have you been?"

Hell, actually, "I got in a crash." He says in a calm tone.