Jason stood alone, and sat his distant gaze towards the skies of this empty world. His vision clouded by various thoughts, his visage melancholic. "..." Number two directly glanced at him, and sighed as well. She had only known this man for less than 24 hours now, and could say that she knew a bit about him. He was strange, and eccentric. He was powerful yet relatable. He was moody, yet in a vibrant way. He was mean, but actually kind. Or maybe that was because of Beatrice's influence, she was not sure. But this was Jason to her. Not the man she was currently looking at right now. This side of him was completely new to her image of him. She then followed his gaze, and glanced at the sky as well, then back at him. "...Are you feeling overwhelmed by the situation we are in?" She gently asked him out of the blue. 'Maybe, this is why he's like this. Is he afraid he cannot protect all of us here? Is he burdened by uncertainties? Or is he yearning for more power?' She silently though
"I see. Such gruesome punishments set forth. Are these your punishments, or just those given out by every contract made by each devil?" The Monitor of Fate asked after reading the basic conditions, and the true clone remained silent, only smiling at him. 'Oh? I see...' He thought. "Set forth your demands and punishments first. I'll wait." The true clone declared, setting one leg over the other, as he leaned back onto the leather chair once more, sinking into its embrace and comfort. "...Alright, then. I will do as you say, my friend. Give me a moment." The Monitor declared, as the black pen covered in dark mist on the table, floated up and onto the black page. It then swiftly danced upon the contract at lightning speed, writing out the Monitor's demands and punishments, before sending both back to the true clone. 'That was fast. I guess he's already prepared. Now let's see what he wrote down.' It thought. "For the souls of 99,999 novaks, the shadow devil before me has to give to m
Lowest level amongst the unique grade. That would be Level A. "..." The true clone thought up on those words, and realized that there was plenty of Level A Talents within its template. Sacrificing one would not affect their battle prowess too much. 'I'll give out the [Witch's Hax] Talent, since it's innately against men, and suitable for specific types of women.' It thought, and Jason agreed with its thought process. The Talent had the ability to allow one to have power over Witches, and their abilities over dark arcane arts. It also made them immune to witchcraft, and resistant to magic as well, making them a force to reckon with. A rather powerful Talent. The only problem was that it was innately made for specific types of women. Spiritually gifted women for example. And not just that alone, but someone with a high resonance with sorcery. Jason, nor anyone close to him, failed to meet up to those requirements. Anabella was far from being spiritual, though Beatrice was. Unfor
Fate. A concept far beyond the comprehension of the average mind. A concept that was a law. Or rather, one above the laws, as Fate, encompasses both men, and the gods. But, what was Fate, exactly? This was an abstruse term to humans of the modern age, as it was either used lightly by them and not taken serious, or not believed in completely. But in essence, Fate was the development of events outside of a person's control or will, regarded as predestined, destined if you will, by a supernatural power, such as the gods for example. An example of Fate would be Jason's current trauma outside of his obsessive avoidance of God – his 'alien' relationship with his mother. The boy HAD to go through all the trauma of neglect, feeling a state of non-existence and low importance, so that the current him could understand the current visions he was having of his childhood. He was DESTINED to go through such treatment. It was a FATED event. Hence, even if God could have done something to help,
The Monitor of Fate, son of two cosmic gods, a god proficient within the Universal Rules of Fate, that govern over the livelihoods of countless lives... had quite an amazing conversation with a devil-wannabe today. No, in fact, he was still amidst the conversation right now, as he had just further explained more about his part of the deal, a deal with a young aspiring devil. He had just made his conclusion seconds ago, with a light smile on his face. A smile that led the true clone to chuckle a bit as well. "You are a daring fellow. More of a daredevil than I am, but I like that. I just have a few changes to make on the punishments. And don't mind if I do." It responded as such, and wrote out it's own part of the contract. The contract page was sent back to the Monitor, as it floated gently before his face, before the unique glasses he wore. "Hmm... I see. So you agree with everything I said, but my favorite should not affect you, or your loved ones negatively? Alright, I see why n
The first was Brute, and apparently the oldest amongst them. He had a tall bearing, being over three meters tall in height, and having a perfect hulking physique. His muscles were thicker than an average man's thighs, as each had thick blood veins, like ropes, tying them down from erupting with raw power. His complexion was dark gray, with black exoskeletal shells on some regions of his body; the shoulders, the elbow, the knees, his back, his neck, and also on his forehead and his cheeks and chin. His hair was also black, pristinely black, as it cascaded down his back like a gentle waterfall. His pupils were red, and his teeth were sharper than those of a shark, visual wise. Nobody knew what power they held. "Is this... really me?" The big guy flexed his muscles as he subconsciously thought out loud. He could feel the strength pulsing throughout him at instantaneous speeds, like blood within the blood vessel. It was purely euphoric. "Yup. That's you, big guy. Get accustomed to y
"Big brother Jason, what is this place? And what are these... cool thingies there." Beatrice innocently inquired, her words bringing Jason back to focus. "Hm..?" Jason paused, and following her line of sight, he was shown a large room that had a lot of toys for kids. Especially those ranging from five years old and twelve years old, but there were also somethings that could accommodate those above, like the game boxes placed here and there. But the thing that Beatrice pointed at, was a section of the room, that seemed separated from the playground, but still a part of it. The room was isolated with dim glass walls, making it hard to see what was inside. But as the doors were open, everyone could see the home video game consoles, such as Playstations and Xbox, placed on desks and connected to computers, laptops or even televisions. And mysteriously, they were connected, and on. So were the game boxes outside this particular room, as well as every other playground, and the lights wi
Pertina reprimanded Timicus as she thought out loud, while she used her strength to pull at the still confused zombie with her whip. The zombie was yanked across the battlefield like a ragged kite, and towards Brute. 'My strength seems to be very lacking...' She added with a frown. If it was not because of being surprised, the Zombie could have yanked her away instead. Her strength was below 30 points in comparison to that of the Zombie. But it mattered not for now. Boom!! Her focus was attracted from her thoughts, and towards Brute, who ended the life of the zombie with a single punch. A punch as devastating as a hand grenade. The big guy threw a fist that tore through the air, and easily shattered the head of the zombie into countless flesh and skull fragments. Such pure physical might was devastating... especially from a Level 0 individual. '...Compared to that, I am still lacking very much.' Pertina sighed, walking bac