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"Ah shit, shit, shit!" Connor yelled out, grabbing at his ash-blonde hair with one hand, chewing on the other hand's knuckles anxiously. "Whoah, whoah, whoah, Con, what's wrong?" (NAME) asked his friend cautiously. "There's a new demon raining havoc over hell, they already defeated most of the overlords that have existed since the start of time! There was never once a being this powerful! He's even broadcasting his kills on the damn radio!" He rants. "Wait... What?! Has he gotten to the ciphers?" (NAME) asks, fully concerned. "No, not yet, I doubt he'd go that far, they are as powerful as Lucifer himself," Connor says, slowly lowering his hands to grip his hoodie.

(NAME) sighs in relief. "Well, what are we doing? Let's go find somewhere we can stay safe during this demon's rampage." Connor nods, floating over to (NAME), holding onto his hand, so they teleport to the Cipher's household.


(Sorry for the short chapter, I hadn't written a plot so I just wrote what came to me, and plus, wasn't it time for Alastor to arrive in hell?)

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