#also also I have heard about people looking towards yao as representatives of anyone feeling othered/existing outside social norms

[sketching-shark]

was gonna say Zhu Bajie and Bai Suzhen are at the opposite ends of the "how well do you take your s/o finding out you're a yao and reacting badly" spectrum but then i realized bringing your s/o back from the dead may not be the most hinged of behaviors so i guess theyre both insane just in differet directions. anyways hashtag yao rights

Anon you are so right. I want to see these two be in the same room and get into a conversation about their love lives.

[songxiaolin]

dialogue prompts

@justastoryteller asked: 49. “No one has ever stood up for me like that before.”

She was used to people being rude. 

No matter how she tried to explain that it was nothing personal, that she meant no offense, there was always someone that would take offense to her inability to speak to their liking. Most of the time Lin Ming simply ignored them, walked away, or perhaps slapped them.

But she couldn’t do that now. She had to play the part of refined representative of the Songxiao sect of Jinghai. Or not had to - neither Song Lan or Xiao Xingchen would care how she acted - but she wanted to. She wanted to be the better person that they believed she was.

“I heard you earlier,” the man was saying, the smile on his face slimy. That was the only word Lin Ming could think of to describe it. “You’re new, I can tell, you must not know how important first impressions are.”

The ‘earlier’ had been her promising to Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen that she would be fine, that she could handle herself, and she had spoke only to drive home her point. She didn’t regret it but now she was realizing nothing was around the other sects and everything would be used as a weapon.

“Come on. You don’t want to be rude, do you?”

Lin Ming felt as if she was a child being scolded. It made her cheeks hot, made her want to spit in his face like she would if they were on the street. She curled her fingers into fists inside her sleeves and started to move past him. 

He grabbed her arm.

“Ah, ah, don’t leave.” That smile was still on his face. “I wanted to talk.”

Ling Ming wanted to faint. At the best of times, she hated to be touched, especially by strange men, and this was certainly not the best of times. She looked down, willing him to go away before she made a scene.

“Just one word or people might think your sect encourages rudeness, Xiao-furen,” he said.

Looking back up, her mouth opened slightly; she wasn’t sure if she was more offended by the implication she could speak on command or by being called ‘furen’ or that he had decided to attach Xiao Xingchen’s name to her. 

Sect Leader Yao seemed to take this as her conceding to him and smiled, patting her shoulder condescendingly. 

“That’s it,” he said slowly, increasing his volume as if that would help. “Go on, you can do it.” 

She moved back, raising her hand, thinking that she would apologize later to Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen for punching another sect leader but she wouldn’t have to. The black strands of Song Lan’s whisk met the back of Sect Leader Yao’s hand with enough force to redden it. She felt Xiao Xingchen’s hands on her shoulders, pulling her back towards him.

“Do not touch her like that, Yao-zongzhu,” said Song Lan, voice full of frost. 

The man pulled his hand back, shaking it slightly.  

“You!” He raised his voice for a moment and then seemed to think better of it. “You clearly are new. I was only trying to get her to speak. I meant no harm for you to react so harshly.”

“She doesn’t speak. She can’t speak.” There was an unmistakable edge of anger to Xiao Xingchen’s words that Lin Ming had never heard before as he pulled her closer. “You wouldn’t ask me to describe how something looks, would you?”

“That’s not the same,” stuttered Sect Leader Yao.

There was no hiding the look of disdain on Song Lan’s face.

“It’s exactly the same,” Xiao Xingchen said. “Now that you understand, I trust that you won’t bother her again.” 

Clearing his throat, Song Lan added, “I believe an apology is also in order.”

The tension in the air was thick and Lin Ming felt a weird mix of fading panic and elation. Sect Leader Yao looked between the three of them, Song Lan still holding onto his whisk, Xiao Xingchen with his hands still on her shoulders. 

“I apologize if I caused you any offense,” he said to Lin Ming. He flapped his wide sleeves, the haughty look on his face uncertain. “If your... sect wishes to make a good impression, perhaps you should learn some decorum.” 

Song Lan rolled his eyes, mouth pressed into a thin line.

“We’ll take that into consideration, Yao-zongzhu,” said Xiao Xingchen and Lin Ming could hear the smile in his voice and knew what he meant was ‘I will forget all about you five seconds after you walk away’.

Something about the offended look on Sect Leader Yao’s face said that he knew it as well. He turned away from them in a huff, muttering to himself about young people and disrespect. Hidden inside her sleeve, Lin Ming made a rude gesture at his retreating back, despite the tears that were stinging her eyes and the shaky way she was breathing.

As soon as he was gone, Song Lan turned to her, hand on her arm, concern painted across his face.

“Are you alright?”

She nodded, fumbling for the bell and ringing it once. The concern didn’t leave his face. On her shoulders, she felt Xiao Xingchen tightened his grip. 

“You’re crying,” he said. “I can feel it. Do you want to leave? We can go somewhere. Tell us what you need.”

Lin Ming wiped her face, nose scrunched up in mild frustration; she didn’t mean to cry but it had been stressful. More than that, there was a feeling of happiness that was stuck in her chest, seemingly out of place. She took a step back and already Xiao Xingchen was holding out his hand. 

I’m alright, she wrote, mouthing the words so Song Lan could follow along. No one has ever stood up for me like that before. I--

She paused. 

Thank you.

“Ah.” Xiao Xingchen smiled and pressed his free hand against the side of her face. “Of course we would, there’s no need to thank us.”

To him, it was a simple fact, as sure as winter turning into spring, and she knew that but even after all this time, there was still something foreign about being cared for and she wasn’t sure there would ever be a day it didn’t make her chest ache slightly. Song Lan watched her, eyes moving across her face, reading her, and wrapped his fingers around her wrist gently.

“You can take care of yourself, we know, but you don’t have to, not anymore. Not with us.” His mouth twitched, affection clear in his expression. “You certainly don’t need to punch anyone.”

Xiao Xingchen laughed, loud and clear. 

“Was she about to punch him?” he asked, still laughing. 

“She was. I don’t think he realized, either.”

“Perhaps next time we should let her,” said Xiao Xingchen, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“Xingchen.” The name was a sigh, full of feigned disappointment that only grew when Song Lan caught Lin Ming’s grin as she nodded in agreement. “Don’t encourage her.”

“I won’t, Zichen.” He smiled. “Besides, I know you’d rather be the one to do so.”

“Xingchen.”

[zrtranscripts]

Season 8, Mission 21: I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

Hanged Man

~

SAM YAO: Five, Jody, you've reached the town. We don't know who was working with Jones, or who has the Edda, or who drew all those super creepy pictures of people they wanted to kill, or if they're all the same person. It's dark, but try and stay out of sight. I've got some cams on the island, but yeah, [sighs] a lot of them don't seem to work well in the dark, so I might not see anyone following you. Have you got the map?

[paper rustles]

JODY MARSH: This is from Jones' papers, right? It marks out a route in symbols and says "Follow in the footsteps of the father of the slain," which isn't at all sinister.

SAM YAO: Yeah. Amelia and her people have been going through everything we found in Jones' stash. They've correlated what they've got with Ellie's notes, and the only thing they're sure comes directly from the Edda is that map.

AMELIA SPENS: Which is why you and Five are going to follow the route for me.

SAM YAO: Amelia! Sam, why didn't you say she was with you?

AMELIA SPENS: I'm not. I'm in my stateroom aboard the Undaunted. Since Team Janine has proven a complete liability, I'm overseeing this mission.

JODY MARSH: Hey, Janine's not well. Paula says she's permanently lost vision in one eye. And we still managed to make a successful alliance with Dearg labs, and we discovered that the red fungus comes from Mor Island like the Edda.

AMELIA SPENS: You also discovered several caves bursting with red fungus, which might have been useful to know about earlier. I've sent marines to scour them with flame throwers. All traces of silver mud will be delivered to Dearg for analysis.

SAM YAO: The laird is doing a good impression of an irritated landowner rather than a sinister skincoat. He complained to Janine about damage to a historic sight.

AMELIA SPENS: And the UK is losing more land to the red fungus. Everything we've learned about the Edda suggests that it contains an account of a way to stop it. That's why my marines are searching house to house for the Edda, but so far, they've turned up nothing. All we have is that map. Jones scrawled something on it about the source of the red fungus, and he wrote "skincoats" next to it.

SAM YAO: Right. So following this map might help us understand what's in the Edda. Or guess at it, anyway.

AMELIA SPENS: It's a faint hope that ancient history might save us, but we must follow every lead. Chop chop! Run!

~

SAM YAO: Okay, you're at the first location marked on Jones' map. It's the street in town we, um, destroyed.

JODY MARSH: The houses are burned-out shells.

AMELIA SPENS: Honestly, I send one envoy out as Prime Minister and you set fire to a town! It's just as well no one has the vote.

[paper rustles]

SAM YAO: The route runs between the uh, the squiggle we think is the church and the um, blob we're pretty sure is the pub.

[paper rustles]

AMELIA SPENS: Isn't the smiley face the pub?

[paper rustles]

JODY MARSH: That's a Celtic symbol. It represents the graveyard.

AMELIA SPENS: [sighs] Are you sure this map is to scale?

JODY MARSH: It was drawn by an unstable murderer and is based on a book that's a thousand years old. Of course it's not to scale! I've done the best I could, but -

[cough]

SAM YAO: Someone's coming.

AMELIA SPENS: Probably a displaced islander coming to recover the remains of their treasured possessions from the ruins of their family home.

JODY MARSH: Aw, shut up.

SAM YAO: Right, time for you to get out of there. The next mark on the map is up that hill to the north. Run!

~

JODY MARSH: We got away from that person, Sam. Did they see us?

SAM YAO: Don't think so. It's Hamish McDougall, the grocer. Amelia was right about recovering possessions. He came out of a burned-out house with a charred box labeled "king of the rocks - costumes."

AMELIA SPENS: This is the same king of the rocks ceremony that Jones kept raving about? The one in the rhyme Chief Macallan told us? Moons and pools and stones and fruit? Isn't it a bit of a coincidence that he should pop up on the map's exact route?

SAM YAO: Nah. No, not really. The full moon isn't far off, so everyone's preparing for the ceremony.

JODY MARSH: Besides, the king of the rocks parade doesn't go anywhere near the route on Jones' map.

AMELIA SPENS: All right, then. The next location's marked by a crown?

SAM YAO: That's the laird's manor.

AMELIA SPENS: Ah, yes. The man who not only shot Jones, but had a secret tunnel filled with red fungus in his back garden.

SAM YAO: Yeah, just have a quick look and then get out as fast as you can. It's at the top of the hill. Run!

~

JODY MARSH: Five and I have scaled the back wall. We're in the laird's garden. It feels a bit cheeky, being here on the sly. He's always been dead nice to us.

SAM YAO: I know, but well, the truth is we have to suspect everyone, don't we?

JODY MARSH: So what are we looking for, exactly?

SAM YAO: Anything that looks like it might be connected to the red fungus.

AMELIA SPENS: Other than the tunnel full of red fungus beneath the place, you mean? You could sneak through a window and see if the laird has the Edda. He's been... resistant to the idea of my marines searching his home.

JODY MARSH: We can't just break in!

SAM YAO: Jody, shhh! Keep your voice down!

[door opens]

LAIRD REID: Who's there? If that's another lackey from that blasted Prime Minister – [cocks gun]

JODY MARSH: [whispers] It's the laird! He's got a shotgun!

LAIRD REID: Who is that? Oh, Five, Jody! What on earth are you doing?

JODY MARSH: Um - !

AMELIA SPENS: Oh, for goodness sake, lie!

JODY MARSH: Actually, we're following the route of this map. It's from Jones' notes on the Edda.

LAIRD REID: Interesting. May I have a look?

AMELIA SPENS: I despair.

[paper rustles]

JODY MARSH: See? Your manor's marked with a crown.

LAIRD REID: Hmm. I think you might have made a mistake. Why don't you and Five come with me, and I'll offer an alternative theory.

SAM YAO: Uh... I don't think that's a good idea.

LAIRD REID: Come along. It's not far.

SAM YAO: Five, don't – [sighs] Okay. Do follow him, but be careful, guys. There's lots of reasons not to trust him.

~

LAIRD REID: We'll have a good view from up here. Do you have a spare headset?

JODY MARSH: Yeah. Here you go.

LAIRD REID: Sam, hello.

SAM YAO: Hi.

AMELIA SPENS: Laird Reid.

LAIRD REID: Oh! And Prime Minister. A delight, as always.

AMELIA SPENS: I should very much like to know why you've kidnapped my people in the middle of a crucial mission.

LAIRD REID: [laughs] I'd hardly call it kidnapping. I wanted to show them something. Look, up on that hill there.

JODY MARSH: It's an ancient stone circle. I've been up there. There's a carving of the sun in the middle.

LAIRD REID: Aye. During the king of the rocks, there's a parade over it waving yellow streamers. Does the shape of it remind you of anything?

SAM YAO: Uh, well, stone circles sort of, um... It looks like a crown?

JODY MARSH: Oh, you're right! Wait. Have we been reading the map upside down?

AMELIA SPENS: So this exercise has been a complete waste of time?

LAIRD REID: [laughs] It's not their fault. There's a clue on the map, but you'd have to know a lot of Norse mythology to spot it.

JODY MARSH: Ellie would have known.

LAIRD REID: Aye. Your Ellie, or my wife. Those words on the map there, follow the footsteps of the father of the slain? That's another name for Odin. In his quest for knowledge, Odin hung himself upside down.

AMELIA SPENS: Ah, that does make sense. An ancient code for those in the know. 

JODY MARSH: Just a sec. Jones drew this map from the Edda, we're sure of that?

AMELIA SPENS: That's what the Norse history boffins tell me. We're as sure as we can be that that map is in the Edda.

JODY MARSH: But look, Five. Turned upside down, it does follow the king of the rocks parade. The ceremony isn't just some folk tradition, it's from the Edda! Laird Reid, we'd never have figured it out without you.

SAM YAO: You've got the follow the rest of the route.

LAIRD REID: Tell me what you find.

JODY MARSH: We will.

SAM YAO: Hey, wait. What - what's over to your left?

JODY MARSH: I don't see anything.

SAM YAO: No, I thought... [sighs] No, you're right. There's nothing there now.

JODY MARSH: What was it?

SAM YAO: Well, it looked like a person in one of those gray coats. You know, the skincoats. I'm sure they were there!

JODY MARSH: Probably just shadows playing tricks with your eyes.

SAM YAO: Yeah, maybe. Look, just finish following the map and get home safe as soon as you can. Uh, the next marker's by the shore. Go, run!

~

JODY MARSH: There's a snake marked on the map here. Looks like the footpath leading into that cave. The parade starts outside it. Let's see if there's anything hidden in there, Five.

SAM YAO: Um, now if Jones had the missing pages of the Edda, do you think he knew the ceremony came from it?

JODY MARSH: Hard to say. His notes weren't exactly coherent. Mostly ramblings about what he'd do when he was made king of the rocks.

[zombie moans]

SAM YAO: Zombie!

JODY MARSH: Worse, a creepy child zombie! It's walked in through the cave entrance. It's blocking our exit.

AMELIA SPENS: Shoot it!

JODY MARSH: We didn't bring weapons!

AMELIA SPENS: Oh, for pity's sake!

SAM YAO: Uh, doesn't the king of the rocks cave have another opening?

JODY MARSH: Yeah. The parade used to start there, lighting bonfires deep into the cave. I heard the laird say the town council stopped it because of health and safety.

SAM YAO: Then you need to get to that entrance. Go!

~

[zombie moans]

JODY MARSH: There's a breeze up ahead.

SAM YAO: The cave opens out over the sea. If you let the zombie follow you out, then knock it off the ledge -

JODY MARSH: Way ahead of you. I'll lead it towards the opening. Five, grab some rocks. Aim for its knees.

[rocks clatter]

SAM YAO: It's slipping. Just one more!

[zombie croaks, water splashes]

JODY MARSH: Amazing shot, Five!

SAM YAO: Uh, guys, have a look at the cave ceiling.

JODY MARSH: Oh God. Amelia? The ceiling in this place, it's covered in those big bulging alien egg-looking things. Like the ones we found in Jones' camp, the things that coconut pomegranate-y seedpods hatch from.

AMELIA SPENS: The pods that brought red fungus to the mainland.

JODY MARSH: Yeah. And there's hundreds of the egg things in here, over our heads. 

SAM YAO: Hold on. So the king of the rocks used to start with the islanders lighting fires in this cave?

AMELIA SPENS: And we think Jones lighting a campfire is what caused seedpods in his cave to hatch out.

JODY MARSH: So we're saying the king of the rocks is from the Edda, and part of the ceremony is causing fungus seedpods to hatch? And they used to do it on purpose for some reason?

SAM YAO: Um, but shouldn't Mor Island be overrun with V-types, in that case?

AMELIA SPENS: And certainly hatching more pods won't help us fight the red fungus. [sighs] The ceiling. It's not what I'm used to. In general, I've found when I want something, there's someone I can bargain with, some deal to be struck. But this... we're looking for knowledge no one has anymore about the meaning of a ritual whose origins are forgotten.

JODY MARSH: Jones' notes kept mentioning Edda verses 321 to 327. If we could read them, they might explain it all.

AMELIA SPENS: Yes, but we can't. I've just heard from my marines. Their house to house searches have yielded nothing. [sighs] I won't allow those seedpods to further devastate the mainland. The Edda is the key! We must get that book back! [sighs] So I'm going to need to find someone to negotiate with, aren't I?

~

[tauxolouves]

Fanfiction: Lurking in the Dark - Prologue

Fandoms: Hetalia/Yugotalia and Supernatural

Genre: Crossover

Au: Apocalypse

Pairings: MaceHerze, RusAme, AusHun, CroSlo

Word Count: 1,690

Rating: T

Summary: “The calm before the storm is characterized by the peaceful moment before a turning-point. In this case, it marks the brief moment before the pact was broken and the world plummeted to a pit of fire. It never felt so welcoming before.”

Warnings: Mild swearing, death mention

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    It all started before the solstice.

    A cold, merciless winter marked the beginning of a new era, one that would be known for its wars, for its killing, for its deaths.

    The beings fighting in that war knew it would be all over in the blink of an eye. Their armies couldn’t take it for much longer, their people were dying rapidly and soon they would meet their end. There was no option left other than to perish.

    They all knew better other than to wage war against a powerful empire, especially against Germany. There was no reason anyone in their right mind would do that to themselves, much less to innocent people forced to go in.

    Then, one of them dared to take a chance. He, the one known for his wisdom, gathered six others to start the ritual, a pact promising to keep the peace between all of them, but it came with a price.

    And it all started at the dark mansion in the woods.

    “So are we all here?” Arthur asked, finishing the pentagram with what was left of the chalk he held. He spun around to meet the six other men in the room, scanning them with his eyes as if to see how they were. “There’s no time to lose.”

    ”You know, it was difficult enough to find our way here with those creatures roaming around.” Gilbert closed the door behind him, after Lovino took the front. “For a moment I thought we wouldn’t be able to make it.”

    ”That is the exact reason why I asked you all to come in pairs.” Arthur replied nonchalantly. I’m assuming you’re in one piece and good enough to start the ritual.”

    ”Are you sure this is going to work?” Sadik asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice holding a pinch of disbelief.

    “Not only am I sure, but I also know it will.” The Englishman replied, dusting off his robes. “Now, each of you grab an object and find your spot on the circle” he pointed to the long table before them. “Mihai was kind enough to lend us some material for the ritual, so we might as well get through with it.”

    “Don’t be too cocky, though.” Herakles looked up from the couch he was slumped in. “Your spells tend to fail more than to work.” His commentary earned a snicker from Sadik and Yao, and a glare from the Englishman. Gilbert looked away, while Lovino and Feliciano came to a silent agreement of reacting to the joke.

    He’s not wrong.” Yao simpered, covering his mouth with his hand. “You do have a certain reputation among the others for making things catch on fire.”

    ”Quit pestering him.” Feliciano raised his voice above the others, to put an end on the conversation. He understood the attempt of making the situation lighter, but that was not the time or place for them to joke around, especially the joke took a toll on Gilbert, who was probably the most affected by the war. The laughter stopped and the silence took its place in the room again.

    “This better fucking work, my brother’s life is on the line.” Gilbert mumbled, looking down at the table.

    They did as said, each of them grabbing a totem, amulet or symbol scattered on the table, and they held tightly against their own chest as if their own lives depended on it. In a way, they weren’t wrong.

    The room remained in silence for a few moments, while the seven men concentrated on the enchantment, calmly repeating the words in their mind before the real action began.     For a moment, the circle seemed to glow a faint shade of green, the air in the room seemed to grow dense and dry, and they could feel the powerful presence radiating from the center of the pentagram. The flames from the five candles placed on each end of the pentagram went out, from the gust of wind coming from the open window. The room grew cold and the circle went back to its dull form.

    “I see it really worked, Arthur.” Sadik spat, mockingly. Arthur and Gilbert glared at the Turk, making him shut up instantly. The Englishman opened his mouth to retaliate, when he felt a tug in the pit of his stomach.

    There was a sudden shift on the atmosphere.

    ”Over here, boys.” A masculine voice spoke up from the back of the room. There was definitely something wrong. The nations turned around to face the unfamiliar voice, finding a man in a full black suit, looking completely uninterested.

    “I see you’ve appeared out of the circle.” Arthur stated, warily. He nudged Feliciano to hand him the holy water and Yao to pass him the salt. Who knows what that demon could be capable of, considering it was out of the protection circle. “Why is that?”

    ”I’d recommend you to check to check your equipment before you even start a ritual.” The demon smirked, still not making eye contact. Realization dawned on the nation’s eyes, his body becoming stiff all of a sudden. Something must have erased the chalk on the floor where the pentagram was. There was no way of knowing, the disturbance could have been so slight the nations wouldn’t have noticed.     Arthur gulped. Even if the demon did try something, all of them held sacred objects with protective properties, while also having two exorcists in the group, Feliciano and Lovino. Nothing to worry for now.

    “So, did the cat get your tongue?” The suited demon finally looked at them, a pinch of irritation in his voice, even if his eyes reflected boredom. “I don’t have all night, you know?”

    “I want my brother back.” Gilbert asked, looking down. “I want Ludwig back, because your minions took him.” He clenched his fist, trying to let out any anger lingering in his body before things got ugly.

    “I want this war to stop.” Feliciano spoke up for the first time that evening, strangely with enough courage to make his voice heard. He stared at the demon, his amber eyes looking deep into the crimson red ones of the suited man. “This has hurt enough people, and I don’t want to see anyone suffer anymore.”

    “Very well.” The man nodded, walking slowly toward the Italian. “So you’re trying to say,” he quickly turned around, facing again the Englishman “you called a simple crossroad demon, a pact-maker, to deal with your stupid problems?” His tone was condescending, spattering mockery on every word coming out of his mouth, his accent being more and more prominent.

    “Crowley.” Arthur said in a threateningly tone. “You know very well the war started because one of your kind couldn’t keep it to himself. All I’m asking is for you to finish what you’ve started.”

    Crowley grimaced. He didn’t like that comment one bit. “As you wish. So what will it be for you, then? I take it you’ve become too soft for this, and need my help to fix your crap.”

    Arthur took a deep breath. “Let your minions out of our affairs and we won’t butt in yours. Make it clear for them to mind their own business, as we have enough on our minds to deal with at the moment.” That should be about right. It was what he wanted after all, a sacrifice for a greater good. A sacrifice to keep things in order so the world wouldn’t go to shit yet again.

    “Is that all?” Crowley looked around, meeting the other three nations’ eyes. “Don’t you have anything to ask for?”

    I’ll save mine for later. Came Herakles’ quiet response. The Greek man had decided to remain silent for the most part, as no useful opportunity for speech came up earlier that evening. “I might use it, who knows.” He shrugged.

    Lovino, and Sadik nodded in agreement, with nothing more to add to Herakles’ point.

    “One more thing, actually,” Yao interrupted. “Make it more than ten years for the deal to expire. You have no right of taking what’s ours to fill your quota, as we are a special case. We have a purpose to serve as representatives of our lands, and as keepers of peace in this world.”

    Feliciano smiled at his friend’s remark. Crowley had no say in this, as it was, in fact, the truth. The nations were indeed a special case, and if he did try to take their soul, it would go against their own deal. Wreck havoc; end the contract that is supposed to maintain peace. There was no loophole for him.

    And so it was done. With the demon planting a kiss on each nation’s lips, the deals made that night were sealed for as much time as needed.

    Everything was set for a smoother era of existence, if it weren’t for one thing. A stray creature, a lesser, simple demon overhead the conversation through an open window left unattended. How could his boss end his fun like that, without even considering the possibilities of their control over those beings? Surely, he probably was being forced into it! How the very same King of Hell could make a deal about “peace” with lesser, dirty creatures just like that? He was going to show Crowley, show how things could be handled his way. How things could be handled with the violent way.

    Unsatisfied with his share of the deal, he planned to make one of the nations his own puppet. And why not start with one of the most problematic of the group? The one and only Vuk Mišić known for starting the Great War, and for his short temper. Who knows what he’d be capable of doing with such nation at his feet? He needed to start small, right? Something that his boss wouldn’t notice at first or maybe would recognize as a temper tantrum thrown by the nation, to only then attack bigger nations such as America or Russia.

    And with that, after overhearing the conversation his boss had with the nations, he disappeared in the shadows of the night, and headed to the start of his plan.