Hey guys!
On Sunday I'm gonna go watch Scream 7 with my friend. I haven't ever really watched any scary movies in a while, but I think it's gonna be more than a good time.
What's your favorite scary movie? Mine would have to be Wes Craven's New Nightmare. My mom made me watch it when I was like 10and it scared the shit outta me, but it definitely did its job as a scary movie.
Enjoy the show!
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Static flared.
Through the crimson sky of Hell, static seemed to emanate from just outside of an abandoned store. Soon, even a place began to glitch out before someone appeared right where it was a man.
The man was tall and lanky, standing at an uncanny height of 7 feet with a red bob-cut along with 2 deer horns on his head that seemed to resemble a crown. His teeth were a sickening yellow, being clenched in a seemingly permanent grin that complimented his dark grey skin.
The man had a dapper sense of style as well, wearing a red pinstriped coat that seemed to be torn at the bottom along with a monocle. Another thing he had was his staff, a long microphone with a singular eye on it.
The man didn't say anything, simply walking into the store and immediately going into the back room. From the jump he smelled pools upon pools of blood, but this fact didn't perturb him, instead, it actually made him lick his lips.
He walked through the halls with an elegant gaunt, his shadow coming to life underneath him to rub its fingers and lick its own lips as well.
Soon, the man came across a truly horrible scene. The walls, roof and floor were painted with blood as naught but body-parts were made of the previous victims inside of here. Alongside all of that, there were hundreds of spiders and bugs consuming what's left of the corpses, bite by bite.
However, something that didn't go unnoticed were the body parts in the shape of letters.
I ESCAPED.
DEAL'S OFF,
ALASTOR :)
–Niffty
Alastor's grin became much more strained as he read the message. Him and Nifty had devised a deal earlier in the month. Nifty prided herself on her cleaning abilities and her control of bugs so much that she had entered a bet with Alastor on who could exterminate more bugs in a given area the fastest.
Alastor could see that Niffty wasn't the best in terms of thinking, but he never anticipated that he would have to cheat. Niffty had unfortunately found out about this, but because Alastor was "her type", she only made him revise the contract with a clause.
If Niffty managed to do one thing within the realm of possibility Alastor could do, then their contract would be over and Niffty would have her soul back. Now although Alastor is the strongest Overlord, there are a lot of things that he would have trouble doing, one of them being escaping from a human trafficking ring while locked up with chains made up of angelic steel.
Alastor gave her only 2 weeks to escape, otherwise he'd break her out himself and her soul would be officially his. One thing that he hadn't told her was that this was a business that he had worked closely with, even supplying them with funds for their weapons in exchange for corpses. He had off-loaded her onto them along with the angelic steel chains he had bought from Carmilla, his confidence through the roof.
But now? She had already escaped and left a message for him.
In Alastor's mind, the only thing that he could think of was who helped her? Once someone was tied up with angelic steel, any kind of power they had was also sealed almost entirely until the steel was off of them. Another Overlord might have tried to help, but Niffty was a known agent of chaos, only doing what she wished and would betray others at the drop of a hat for her new interest of the week.
Normal sinners were too weak to even break out of the normal binds here and this trafficking ring exclusively targets sinners thanks to their healing that makes them regenerate no matter what and even respawn.
The only logical conclusion Alastor could come to was that somehow a person with Overlord comparable strength helped Niffty. However, no matter how strong this person was, they could never have been a true Overlord simply because of how Overlords are made.
Belief and infamy were vital in an Overlord's strength, making their power grow until they reached a hard cap. So a person with that level of power that was not only new, but decided to cling onto morality and help someone?
The only person that Alastor knew who was like that was his previous self when he had made a deal with…
"She wouldn't…"
***JAMES POV***
This place is so freaking weird, dude.
So it's been about 2 weeks since I first came into this place and I have…So many thoughts on it.
Let's talk about this "Chaos Gacha" thing. Apparently it can't tell me where it's from or what it is, but it assures me that it only wants to help me by giving me power. It even told me that I had an ability called "Shadow armor" where it did what it said on the tin.
I tried it out a few times and it honestly feels really good, it even looks cool as all heck as well. I think it also gives me a little boost in my physical stats as well, but I dunno if that's a placebo or if it's real.
Since the shadow armor stuff is real, I tried out the other stuff as well, though not before I found a house… Or an apartment.
I initially didn't really know what to do. I didn't exactly come back to life with a wallet and that's not even mentioning that there's a whole new currency down here called "souls" that were literally just dollars with a fancy name.
I didn't really know how in the world to get these souls when I got jumped by 5, yes, 5 guys, trying to rob me. I don't even know how profitable it would be if they split the money 5 ways, but after I had bobbed and weaved for a couple of minutes, they tucked themselves out and pulled out pistols.
I dodged those too.
They tried to run, but I caught up with them and ran through their pockets, leaving them on the street with no money and embarrassment.
All together, they had about 3,400 souls which was enough to surprisingly rent a 1 bedroom and bathroom apartment for about 3 months. It was then that I asked why in the world everyone looks so weird to the woman who gave me my apartment.
Apparently I'm in fucking HELL!
Boy, that threw me for a loop when I first heard it. I'm in the same place as Epstein right now and Benjamin Netanyahu in the future for God's sake, it's a very hard thing to process.
But while I was in shock, I got an idea.
I remember what I said to… Alicia. I wanted to be so strong that nobody had to die near me again, that everyone could live how they wanted, falling onto me as a safety net if things were to go awry. With the power that I have now, I could totally do that way better than before.
I sat on my bed, the old mattress rocking against my weight as I held the bottle of modified compound V in my hands. It was just blue liquid in a vial, no different than how The Boys TV show portrayed it.
…Bottoms up, I suppose.
I pop the cork off of the vial and just downed all of the V in one swallow.
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…Man, this V ain't shit–
[Spectral Claw]
|Rare Ability|
Unordinary - Allows you to manifest a large demon like clawed arm over your own, this arm possesses superhuman strength and grip, enough to crush steel and lift a car at base strength, it can also extend and grow in size slightly. The damage this arm takes is reflected in your real arm.
I regretted my words instantly as I fell onto the bed, clutching my arm in excruciating pain. It felt like my arms were being ripped apart at the seams, I even had the legit bite the pillow to deafen my screams until it was over.
I don't know how long it went on for, months, weeks, decades, it could've been 25 seconds for all I cared, all that mattered right now was the pain stopping. I removed my teeth from the pillow, wiping away the tears in my eyes as I looked down on my arms, feeling a sense of power in them.
I concentrated on them for a bit, closing my eyes and focusing on the hidden power I felt inside of them before suddenly I felt my right arm expand.
I opened my eyes back up and saw my right hand become a massive purple claw. I tried to move it around, the claw following my exact movements. It was then that I had an idea, a horribly amazing idea!
I focus up again and summon my shadow armor, specifically my right gauntlet and see what happens. It turns out that the two stacked wonderfully, the claw being armored… Well, arm of justice.
You know what? I have an idea.
I need more souls to pay for this whole apartment thing, robbing criminals is doing some sort of good and I can also test out my powers while attempting to get more of those tickets.
I'm gonna be a Superhero that robs criminals! Batman said that if you kill a killer than there's still the same amount of killer, but what if an innocent person robs two muggers? Then there'll be less muggers.
It's a foolproof plan I tell you, foolproof.
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THE END
So how was it? Love it, hate it, just tell me the deal!
I forgot just how fucking ugly Alastor is, like genuinely how did this guy of all people manage to get so popular to reach tumblr sexyman status? As a fully straight man, if I had to say; Angel Dust deserved being the mascot more than Alastor. Ugly ass nigga.
Also, speaking of Alastor, how does he sound? As much as I don't like the guy, he does have a certain style or gravitas in his voice that he brings to the table.
Also, if anybody can tell me where that "foolproof plan" reference comes from, I'll give you the honor of being a character that gets run over by a bus after saying one line in the next chapter.
Ok bbyyyeeeee