Debt Collectors (ONC Entry)

Soul 10

Saviour took out the soul ball of a hitman with a kill list so large, it made Pimento look like a preschool bully. Saviour looked at the deep blue soul for a moment, wondering what shade his own soul was but eventually decided it was better he never knew.

Various more inspections were conducted at random at the Collector's department and all the receiving staff were replaced by Angels who didn't even ask for any reason when there were missing soul balls. They were just immediately carried off.

Luge had returned to Absolute Wish with only a heavier debt and bruised ego. But Saviour asked Near never to have someone watch over him or take the fall for him, Saviour didn't want to implicate anyone else.

For his 100th soul, he decided to go big. Like he was winning the lottery.

He was going for the leader of a small island in the East of the living world. A leader who starved his people, ruled with a heavy hand and treated those in his country as if they were nothing more than livestock. Even denied them a better life outside his rule.

A dictator.

Floating through the streets of their desolate city, Saviour wondered why nobody had gone and killed him yet. Assassinations were a common thing in the living world. There was even an organization specializing in it. Well... was. Maybe he should've offed them last.

According to the history, he should be somewhere within his palace, giving a speech or what not.

Within the wide room filled with lavish ornaments of gold and marble, his target was giving a speech in front of the press as many others in lavish suits looked on.

He looked at all their history and frowned. All of them had committed some form of treachery or another. Some heavier than the others. And they would soon commit more and more.

But if he cut off the head, he was sure the rest will collapse by themselves. He wanted to believe that.

The president gave his speech and everyone applauded him. He waved at them with his chubby hands then walked off the podium where he suddenly tripped and fell on his face.

Some were shocked and others snickered internally while those on stage rushed off to help him up.

Only for them to find that he was no longer moving nor breathing. Many gasped in shock and horror and others fled in fear.

While some smiled at his plight. For really, who wished to see such a man live another day?

*~-*-~*

Saviour rushed back to the domain, like a kid in Christmas who wished to see what Santa had left him under the tree.

He tried to dampen his mood. Maybe it won't work? Something might go wrong. What will Hope think of him when she wakes up?

Hope will wake up?

Saviour started smiling again, his dampening technique not working but he forced a solemn face as he walked up to the receiving window.

Name: Saviour

Debt: 159,821

He deposited the bag and stood still, making sure there wasn't a trace of anything strange across his features.

He waited, wishing the Angel would go faster.

"Check complete" Saviour almost grabbed the bag roughly but willed himself to calm down.

When he was outside the Collector's building he ran all the way home, his smile wide and carefree. Thrilled yet nervous. A jumble of emotions that made him want to sing and dance.