(Third Person POV)
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A woman sat in a throne, a purple dress draped on her body, looking down scornfully at the man bowing to her. She had white skin and plump purple lips along with emerald green eyes that shone in anger. Her body was curvy, with her breasts being double D-cups and her ass taking up the seat nicely.
The two were in a castle; the grey bricks meshed well with the red medieval tone and palette of the gargantuan hall.
The man who was kneeling to her was Alastor, his appearance being thoroughly disheveled and roughed up. His suit had a large cut in the middle along with a large scar being imprinted on his stomach. The smile on his face was strained to its limit, barely holding on.
"Alastor." The woman purred out, her tone being naturally seductive but carrying more than a hint of anger, "Why have you not infiltrated that hotel yet?" A pressure fell upon Alastor, causing him to go from one knee to his forehead, pressing against the ground, his arms trembling to try and hold himself up.
"F-forgive me, mistress, I haven't been entirely honest with you. Alastor managed to push himself up enough to look the woman in the eye. "There is a man at that hotel, one who eclipses me in power and could kill me at any point should he please."
"And I can't? Are you saying that you are more scared of him than me?" The woman said, a sickly sweet tone coming from her pleasant voice, "N-n-no mistress. I wasn't insinuating that at all; I was simply saying that I cannot get into the hotel as long as that man is around."
The woman leans in her chair with a smirk and puts her head on her fist. "Alright then, tell me his name and some information about him." He tried to speak up, but the woman interrupted him with a glint of sadism in her eyes.
"I'll give you one shot, Alastor. I'll call in a couple of favors, slick a few hands, and hire a few people. But know this." The woman's eyes begin to multiply, eventually taking up her entire face. "If you fail me, you'll lose everything that made you oh-so powerful, got that?"
Alastor stutters out a yes before starting to spill the beans about James.
The Mall, 5 minutes before James and Vaggie -
(Nifty POV)
I can't believe this happened.
Nifty had just appeared in Hell a few weeks ago; she only remembered a few things from her life, her childhood, her husband… how he hit her… how she finally fought back and killed him with a smile on her face.
But Nifty also remembered happier things, like… like… she loved cleaning so much, she would clean all day and night, the house, the floor, her husband…
Nifty doesn't like remembering things; she found that being in hell, she was much happier; she could truly be herself without that horrid man breathing down her neck every time.
Nifty had survived the streets of hell for a while now, scamming and stealing from random sinners on the street while washing herself in the local lakes and rivers, having to dodge and fight mutated fishes of hell while in the waters.
On this particular day, Nifty had decided to get a bit big for her britches; she decided to steal from some high-profile targets at the mall for rich people in the center of Sin City.
Unfortunately for her, she had gotten caught by a member of the Goetia family, a royal in hell society that held more power than overlord but just below the 7 deadly sins. When she had been trying to steal from a blue peacock, she had gotten caught rather easily, being picked up and laughed at by everyone surrounding her, including a white bird and two purple birds of the same race, one being female and the other being male.
She truly thought she was going to die, but like a knight in shining armor, her savior had come. He was a very dark man with 4 arms and a cocky smile on his face after cutting off the hand that was holding her up. He grabbed her with two and held her close, feeling warmth that she hasn't felt in a long time.
(Third Person POV)
"Cleave"
James had sliced off the blue peacock's hand, dropping the sinner and leaving him with a stump. Surprisingly the bird didn't scream out in pain but rather looked at him in disgust while his hand regrew in barely a second. "You filthy sinner!" He cried in outrage, "How dare you even lay a finger on me? Andrealphus of the Goetia clan?"
"Look, bro, I don't give a fuck. I'm going to turn around and walk out with this sinner. You will do nothing about this, or I'll not only beat you up but send you back home to your mom peeled like a damn orange. You get the picture?" He said as he picked up the shortstack cyclops, putting her in his right 2 hands.
The cyclops didn't say anything but just looked at him, reverence in her eyes as if a savior had come down and saved her, which kind of did happen. James side-eyed Andrealphus and turned his back to him, walking out of the mall, daring him to do something.
And do something he did.
A javelin of ice cascaded through the air and towards the back of James' neck. He simply sighed and stepped out of the way, bringing the short sinner closer to his chest, where he could swear he could hear her motorboating him, but he won't talk about that right now.
"Look, bro, just walk away. I feel like if I fight you, I'll incur the wrath of the entire Xiao Hong Shu sect where your senior brother is going to try to fight me, and then your sect leader will try also, and it'll just keep going." Andrealaphus looked at him with confusion apparent in his eyes.
"What the absolute fuck are you talking about!?"
Andrealaphus snarled but quickly regained his composure. "I'll give you one and only one chance to hand over that sinner and apologize to me, then, and only then, I will consider sparing your life. Do you understand?"
'AM,' James thought as he turned back around, 'allow your master to teach you an ancient art from the Heian era.' He slightly opened his eyes and tapped his foot on the ground, earthbending a 2-pronged blade, reminiscent of a Jitte with a rounded-out hand guard in the shape of a Q. 'Heh, I can't believe the six eyes are really this overpowered. I made an almost perfect replica of The Inverted Spear of Heaven. And completely out of earthbending too.'
"Nah, don't think so; I'd rather fight you instead." He felt his instincts kicking in; just like the fight with Alastor, this fight would definitely have him improve, just like his last battle.
And so with 2 hands holding a sinner, 1 hand holding up the replica of a weapon from a different time, and the last hand pointing at Andrealphus with the mouth on the stomach smiling, James thought to AM once more.
'It's my duty as a master to teach you how to aura farm.'
(Guys, unfortunately there will be no chapter tomorrow since I got that Saturday school BS. I'll make Sunday's chapter longer though for compensation)
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