King James's POV
You would think that people my age would be past their high school bully stage. I'm sitting here at age 24 getting my ass beat and getting a fucking swirlie by a bunch of steroid using, std having, ugly ass barbarians. I could fight back, actually I should fight back, but my hands are tied, literally.
This gang shit is a pain in the ass.
Before you question why I'm getting a swirlie by four of my own men I'll tell you. I need my men to be the strongest and the best at handling humiliating situations. My gang (Qui) was first created by my great grandfather who supposedly was trying to help God finish his war with the underworld.
It is said that in this generation of our gang that the two worlds that come after death will collide in a war that will kill everybody unless someone is able to tame the king of hell. To save the world I will accept as many people as possible before the deadline and train them so the chosen one can complete this task.
So this brings me back to the swirlie situation. As I don't wish to die at this moment in time I easily push the four men off of me and turn. "So that was a waste of time and energy. I also hope that you four know-" I point to the group of men who were holding me "that your parents see you as accidents." Some of the man-childs in the room giggle, earning themselves a glare that makes them all scurry away.
From my office I hear my phone ring. I enter, and just as I'm about to close the door there is a loud booming sound like no other. Then it's the calm before the storm.
Hi dolls, here's the beginning of another story. I hope you enjoyed. See you in the next chapter~
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Bad Guy
Fantasy"Lucifer was God's favorite angel that got sent down to Hell because he was a selfish and conniving little shit. He keeps trying to start a war with Heaven and needs to be put in his place; that's where you come in"
