Surreal Life Orgins Part Two: The Game

Chapter 14: The Victor

People say that winning isn't everything in games and in gambling. However, those people still are playing the game of life against Death. And it is pretty obvious what is was that they had gambled.

Remorsefully, Nermal stood in front of Castillo Diablo to relay his farewell speech to his kingdom, "During all these eons I hast rul'd thou, thou in return hast follow'd mine law justly. Ye art still mine lieges, and continuously will. But anon, ye art a woman's slave as long as I reign. I wish f'r thou to belong to nay mortal, to hast roots of thy own. With mine brother, Pride, thou will make shift find those roots and live as normally as any demon shalt. Believe me, mine ordinary, thy time to come lies with pride, and not with a puerile, incarcerat'd gambler as myself. However, haply one day, I shalt return. Ay, I shalt return. Until then, thither shalt nay qualms, nay gouts of sorrow, nay anxieties. Just go forth in all thy creeds and verify to me that I hath nay mistakes in mine. Goodbye, mine dear. Goodbye, Hell."

Concluding his monologue, Nermal created, stepped through, and emancipated a portal from Hell.

Through all the mourning, but one demon was not pained at the loss of her leader. In fact, this particular demon was soon to resign from her post so then what she planned to do would not fall under Vatru's protective law.

Angered by her upsetting, recent defeat, this hooded figure mumbled under her breath, "Never forget, Kno, YOU did this. I name you ... FOREVER! YOU are the destroyer of my world. And I swear ... I will be the destroyer of yours."

At that Envy abandoned her post at Hell.

"This is bad, I don't like this ..." said Samson when he realized that the rental car's gas supply had been drained.

Without thinking, the infuriated, masked man booted the motor, and out of agonizing pain, shouted, "Gah! Never use force, you just embarrass yourself. Unless you're cross, in which case ... always use force!"

"Lovely words of the wise," said Joni, "Shall I get the renter's manual?"

"Burned it," Samson exclaimed, trying to subdue his anger.

"You burned the renter's manual? Why?" pondered Joni.

"Because I disagreed with it!" shouted Samson "Now stop talking to me when I'm cross!"

"Haply I may be of assistance, mine liege, mine master," said that bloody, demonic Welsh.

"Nermal?" said all the mortals in unison, then draining out Joni for her to say, "But we won, we got out, we live."

"'Tis true, but haply thou forgot ... if I wast to loose the bet, I whence to become thy slave," explained the unholy god.

"Really? Well that's cool." Exclaimed Generic Cartoon Man.

"Not thou, solely her." Nermal pointed at Joni exactly at the same time the motel crumbled in to oblivion.

Shocked, no one dared to speak. (Or write.)

"The motel was still to be claim'd. 'Twas still part of mine contract with the "master of the house." Thy deal had nothing to doth with it." elucidated Nermal.

"Sorrydat oiattacked yerearlier, pleaseforgive me, melord," said Papa as he emerged from the forest (since his car was parked near to the motel, when the walls started to crack even more than normal, he ran), "Oi neededter becertain it trulywusyer, meBejasus. Also, oiwus trollied."

At that, he kneeled at Nemal's feet. And in that stretched position, his nor unrolled fat roles revealed a metal badge that seemed to be branded into his back.

"Wait, you're part of The Knight's Brotherhood of Kwailalilii?" asked the living skeleton.

"Aye, I am Thee Crowbar Knight of thee Supernatural Isle," said Papa, sober again.