And their twisted means makes the victim think it's their decision to sacrifice more and more, until nothing remains.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, a fire lit within me.

"T-the...t-the...h-heros." The man barely got the words out as he tried to sit up, his legs bent in weird angles. His eye blinded by blood dripping down from a gashed eyebrow. His face swollen to an unrecognizable degree. I reached out and helped him to a chair.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. I'm assuming you mean the C-class heros that have been harassing me with their childish speeches? The man nodded painfully. A window cracked under my anger.

I'm usually a chill guy. The type that doesn't take life too seriously. I've been dubbed "The comically incompetent villain." And I had no problem with that. I was completely happy with the way things are...but this? I looked at my other employees that were hurt in a similar fashion.

I walk into work every day as their boss. They smile and always go above and beyond for me. Even when it gets tough for them, they don't complain. I've gotten to know each and every one of them. I know about their lives, their hopes, and their dreams...as well as what holds them back and the lessons and regrets that haunt them in life.

I looked at the pudgy women that always brings in the most delicious donuts in for everybody to enjoy. Her smile contagious. I looked at the guy that always asks how everyone is doing and listens like a true man. I looked at the older man that is always willing to teach whoever is willing to listen about the job. I looked at the jokester that never failed to make someone laugh. Then finally I looked at the young man that just joined and was once full of life now unmoving on the floor. Thankfully he wasn't dead...yet.

These are my people. They call me evil. They call me a villain. They say that villains treat people less then human. But what about them? People say they are hero's but as I looked at this display before me, it does not seem that way at all. I learned long ago that there really is not a right or wrong way. Just your way...and what ever suits his or hers self-interest...The world is terribly grey and I'm about to show them the way I do things when I'm pissed off. I looked solemnly at my employees.

"They will pay for this. You have my word." I said with a raw emotion that I couldn't describe. The employees looked at me sympathetically. The old man Phill spoke up gruffly between broken teeth giving him and odd lisp as he talked. "You don't have to. We understood the moment we accepted the job that something like this could happen one day." I just glanced at him before turning around. I couldn't look any further. I started to make my way out the building. On my way out the door I said something more to myself then to them. "I will go and I will show them what regret looks like."

...

It was raining cats and dogs outside as I paused Infront of a bar close to hero HQ. Thunder and lightning flashed in the reflection of the windows. This is the place these C-class heros like to hang out.

I walked inside casually and spotted the heros I was dying to see. The other people saw me. Noticing that I'm not here for fun, they either left the bar or walked where they thought would be out of harm's way. The group glanced at the front door and their eyes widened before smiling at me. The bald guy laughed while his team joined in. The skinny man next to him lit a cigarette while the women with butch hair and tattoos slouched down into a seat comfortably as if getting ready to watch a show.

"You finally made it! I was thinking you would be joining us. Did you like our little gift we sent to your employees? I think they liked it." The muscular hero with a bald head said mirthfully as he downed a shot.

"You lot sure enjoyed yourselves. You guys have been extremely lucky that I've been such a tolerant guy. Now your luck has ran out." That group burst out into laughter. The bald man walked up to me until he was face to face.

"You? A failure and laughingstock of a villain? Alright show me. Show me why even A class heros don't dare touch you?" The bald man with super strength hurled his shot glass on to the floor. The glass exploded as he clenched his fist—A hail maker in the works.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, but don't blame me. Blame your stupidity for pissing me off. Ah, this really is Darwinism at it's finest." I smirked as I gathered my power.

Suddenly, the skinny man that was smoking started coughing up a fit as he struggled to get ahold of himself. The women's chair leg snapped as she fell on her ass stunned. The bald man that was at this moment in mid swing tripped on his own two feet and fell face first into the pieces of glass that was now on the floor.

"Ahhhh! My eyes!" The man growled in pain as he stood back up. Now blinded, He tried to go for a tackle.

"I'll kill you!" He yelled as he looked as if he was crying blood.

I dodged easily as I picked up a beer bottle that just happened to be conveniently right where I needed it and smashed it on his head as the force of his tackle carried him into a table that tipped at an awkward angle as a fat man tried to shuffle out of the way. The table hit his solar plexus knocking the wind out of him. He fell unconscious as a loose lamp chandelier dropped right on his head and took the table with him launching a mug that was on it up into the air as the skinny man got ready for action. He grabbed a knife from his belt. The knife glowed a blue color before launching it at my face. The knife practically disappeared before getting blocked and redirected by that very same mug that just happened to fall precisely in the way of the knife and my face. The bald man woke up as the knife hit him in the kneecap. I walked slowly towards the skinny man as he looked increasingly frightened as his knives seem to miraculously miss or get blocked by objects in the bar that I casually threw in the way. The flying objects always seemed to be miraculously aimed at the bald man as he got increasingly injured as I went. When I was in reasonable distance from the skinny hero, I punched out aiming for his ugly face. The skinny man glowed blue and dodged only to trip over the wet floor and hit himself on a fallen edge of a chair in such a way that his neck cracked, knocking him out cold as he fell to the floor barely breathing. I glanced at the women that just managed to stand up only to witness the carnage of the past few moments.

"S-screw this." She turned and dashed out the bar into the rainy weather as her hair got wet only to run straight into a random stranger that knocked her into the street right Infront of a speeding car. She looked in a panic at the car as it honked it's horn aggressively before glowing purple and teleporting a few meters away. She laughed while breathing heavily as she thought she was out of the clear before lightning struck. She convulsed as lightning went from her skull to the ground. She collapsed down onto the pavement dead still.

I took a deep breath as I relished in my revenge. The other spectators in the bar looked at me like frightened animals as I made my way out.

I'm thinking sushi tonight when I get home.

The villainish man thought as he slowly made his way home without a single shred of guilt...

Note: I wrote this In like...under an hour. So definitely not my best work. Lol but it was fun. xD

F*** YES! This is a very accurate depiction of what a fae would make a deal for based off of stories made from different cultures. They may not always be the same similarities, but them being tricky like this is deep rooted in all of them.

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Nicely done

How could I not know about half of the transactions that happened under my nose? Yeah, the last part left a bitter taste in my mouth as I changed back into more… proper attires before asking one of the soldiers to tell the general to meet me at my desk. The day left me not really exhausted, since it wasn’t that hard, but the constant screaming in my ears, the bags of so many different things and the demons here for ‘’me’’ I didn’t quite like it, as much as I couldn't care less about having a good image. I rule the underworld after all. I could hardly be an angel anymore. A knock at my door and a kneeling general soon after, he didn’t even look me in the eyes yet. I rest my head against my hand as my red eyes pierce through the fiber of the man in front of me, contemplating the moment he would hear my voice.

- Do you know why I asked you today?

- I am at your ser-... YOU!? What are? What?

He stood up quickly, shocked at the big reveal as I couldn’t help my laugh from pouring out this time. He kneeled again, so low it was quite sad.

- Please stand up. So, did you like our encounter? Was I a good recruit?

- I-I… He stuttered as he stood up again, slowly, without making eye contact.You were excellent my king. I am so sorry, I didn’t recognize you.

- So you bad mouthed me to your little recruit to scare them? Do you even believe those rumors?

-No. Of course not!

- No? So you don’t think I would punish you severely for this little… confusion?

My eyebrow were raised as I took a disappointed look, as if to say it was the wrong answer. I could see the sweat pouring out of his thick leather like skin. Let’s just say demons didn’t sweat often anymore.

I meant yes! I believe it!

YES!? You believe I am a hungry bloodthirsty beast who ravages even my own kind for fun?

No! Yes! I-.. He went back into kneeling down, tears visible in the corner of his eyes, I am sorry, I will make up for my errors, please spare me…

Stand up, I said before approaching the pleading man as he stood up. Look me in the eyes.

His eyes slowly met mine as I channeled all the authority I had in me to make it believable I was pissed. And who wanted to see a demon angry.

- I guess there’s only one thing left for me to do with you…

- Please… he said before seeing my hand in waiting for a handshake. wha-...

- Hi, I am Lucifer, the demon king. Thank you for taking care of training recruits and for the fun day I had in a long while. I was just messing with you.

He slowly, cautiously shook my hand as I pull him closer to me to calmly whisper in his ear:

- But the beast can come up if you shit talk about me. Try to draw the line at fear and not ridicule, okay? I let him go before returning to my desk. So, I’ll need you for something in fact, take it as a punishment if you want, but I need you to do an inventory of everything that comes and goes on a regular basis, who uses what in the castle and has it by the end of next month. If I see things that are not on the list, I might not be as kind and gentle, understood?

- Y-yes your highness.

- Please, call me Lucifer. Titles like this are worthless in this world.

What are demon? Demons are, for humans, selfish creatures who seek violence and wreak havoc to all they touch. Demons represent everything that’s bad in the world, the human fault doesn’t exist, only demons that have so much time under their hands to manipulate the mind of the weak, to encourage them to sin for them to go down in hell. Sometimes, people remember that demons were once angels, sometimes they even go as far as to say demons were protecting a lower part of a hash world.

There was some truth in those statements. After all, it was indeed a hash world, where the sun was beneath us and our capacity to adapt was crucial. Cold didn’t exist in this world, only a burning excruciating heat that only our hardened body could support, now as much live. We were all surviving here and helping each other out didn’t really work in those conditions. You should try kindness, when you are at the lowest point, where every fiber wants you to breathe, to get out, to drink or feel anything other than pain, to be complacent, to have empathy, to not let your body numb your feelings of compassion, of anything. The eternity of suffering for a new project of the one above all that couldn’t make mistakes and offered trials to strengthen the bond. What first came to a blessing of them, a gift bestowed upon a selected few quickly became an insufferable poison, all of it to punish humans that couldn’t follow their cryptic rules. Yet, everyone was suffering together before the project of the new life began, the real problem began when they came to us.

Human’s soul lowered the temperature, giving us a nice break. But giving one piece of meat to a horde of starving beasts is doom to end in a massacre. This is where factions started, legions separated in 666 came to life. The weak and greedy were thrown into the lake of lost souls, everyone wanted their piece of land, dominating it to get closer to the cooler air as much as possible and it was, for the most of it, a blood bath. I wasn’t proud of myself, but someone had to do something before no demons would be left to keep the souls inside their punishment chamber. They were tricky creatures, bargaining, manipulating and slithering around as soon as our backs were turned, they even found cracks to their world we never encountered ourselves. Yet, when that fact came to my ear, in fear of receiving worse punishment from the one who abandoned us, I took action.

Decimating as low people as I could, I gathered a little troop of loyal people to the cause and together we reunited the land by a firm and violent hand: me. I retrieved every last soul I could get and separated it evenly around, created a chart for upcoming souls, having them sorted by name and place they had to go. Taking care of the people that help me, I nominated them generals and have the land have a few more souls to be more able to interrogate them. With some organization and a bit less burning sensations, it was a lot easier to focus and build a society based on optimizing the ‘’gift’’ of god. I made the rift secured and guarded. I did so much that time went so fast. If I were mortal, I would be dead millenia ago. So I guess I didn’t properly introduce myself to the world as much as I thought I did. Even if I was the king of the underworld, and my work was renowned and even feared, they never, for the most part, saw my face. Wish made a funny situation.

I got out of my cave to enjoy quietly the landscape, sighting as I thought of taking myself up for a stroll, looking at the nice architecture they were able to build, looking back at all the danger we faced and the work that was always in progress, but the conditions were getting better as more and more people came here and the space began to lower at a nice 60 degree. The air was finally breathable, the world could work and share and even if it wasn’t as pleasant for other lands, we weren’t struggling as much and only greed were stopping us to achieve greater accomplishment and truly make this place feel like a home some of us once longed for.

I watch, to a piece of something we managed to grow after centuries, a leisurely I was happy to see shared with more common people. It was great, yes, we all really did a great job.

- What are you doing as an intern, in THAT attire? Go put this and change quickly, we need to be ready to serve the demon king!

I got thrown some military garments, which granted me some fond memories and accepted the offer. After all, when have I taken a real break since? This could be fun. I executed myself quickly, but my amused smile wasn’t pleasing my ‘’general.’’

- Why are you so happy to recruit? Don’t you know who you’re working for?

- The demon king? I thought he was quite lenient.

The minor general laughed out loud and put a hand on my shoulder in a compassionate manner which made one of my eyebrows raise.

- Didn’t they tell you anything at the training camp? The legend of the bloodthirsty demon king? Let’s just say if you screw up, even a minor fault could get you centuries of torture, or even an eternity in the lake of lost souls.

I pretended to be frightened as I looked right into the eyes of the general. I can understand why Belzebuth or Amon could have spread those rumors about me to keep everyone in check, but the reality was far less thrilling. I just like to talk and know different opinion, I wouldn’t torture anyone if it wasn’t for crucial reason, the lies were… cute and I couldn’t help but decide to play a bit with it.

- Oh no! I am so sorry, because of me you had to bad mouth him in his own castle!

The general turned a bit red and squeezed my shoulder a bit harder. This was a way to… threaten me I think and I hardly retained my composure towards this. But he soon screamed some order toward me that I tried to execute. I kind of like having a new perspective, and this was something I’ve never done before. It has been a while since I’ve done some physical work. Most of the time I am trapped inside my chamber, writing, approving, listening to the same five people or the casual use of magic to obtain some books to far to reach, now I had to put bag after bag of heavy metal like part, then grains, then it was transporting some souls, then, the most shocking, was to accompany beautiful demons toward another room, which cough my attention, how could it not?

- Is it for the King?

- Who else could it be for? I told you, the king is a beast, but at least he has taste.

- I don’t- … I have to go, I’ll be right back.

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Info: You say you gave her a book. You don't mean the abridged version of The Vampire Tomes? Understandable considering the entire collection would take several mortal lifetimes to read, but alas, the abridged merely glances over the marriage ritual in its entirety and gives a vague and rather confusing description of the wedding night. If this is the case, I vote NAH. On that note, you would be better off giving your beloved Prudence Von Oppenheimlich's "So I've Married A Vampire, Now Vat?" It gives all the pertinent information and is much easier for a modern audience to read.

Abacus.

An outdated term, an outdated power set. If it weren't for the x-gene testing and the lack of other neurodivergences, it wouldn't even be considered a supervillain. He could do math. Very, very swift math. Without a calculator. Without an Excel sheet. Or scrap paper.

Without evidence.

So, it made it simple to hide things under the table. Usually working with a companion, or playing second-fiddle to someone. Physics based traps. Once holding a captive at one of those 'swinging pendulums that will never have enough momentum to actually hurt her' things. Not that it kept Metallipalm from ripping the entire device out and using it as a wrecking ball.

So, how did he get away with it for so long? No physicality. No OOMF. Simple.

He didn't leave evidence. He could figure out how to do the math for laundering better than an entire suite of Forensic Accountants. Laundromats. Pawn shops. Cash only delis. You name it. Abe had it going. Then one day...

This hotshot C-lister called himself Catseye. His trick? Fourteen year old kid, -master- at manipulation of objects in motion. So he uses yoyos at the start but they get too...tetchy. So he switches to marbles. This whole "If you'd come up with it two years earlier it would have been cute" move, but now he's like Culkin in 2002. Played out. Probably on drugs.

Anyway...he chases this speedster into a laundromat and does the little catseye fling...only...you got a speedster. You got spinning drums full of water and glass. Whole place basically looked like a claymore went off in it. No one died...miracle of miracles.

I swear, MoM is real, and she's the reason no one gets hurt in this friggen city by a metahuman. But I digress.

Anyway...Abe posts this vid. And he's not talking. It's cheap, you know? 40-something year old mutant accountant, he doesn't have panache yet. But. It just has this...filler music. But most people these days, they're watching it on their phones with the sound off, yeah? And it's just...

One by one, the industrial units with their make and model, and how much it costs to replace. The windows. The lights. The clean-up crew. The friggen...the electricians. The sheer amount of labor, and work, because some speedball brat goes a little crazy in your laundry.

But that's not the part. That part's fascinating...but it's not the part.

The part that really gets people mad is when it cuts to Abe's tenant, this sweet woman named Lin, laid up in a hospital bed with a bruise the size of Montana on her head and those same little arrows and drop-downs. How much the ambulance cost. The surgery. The physical therapy. The wage from the hours the laundry won't be open. The therapy so she can go into her place of work and not be afraid every time a door swings too loud.

And the funny thing?

Abe didn't have to wait a day for it to get paid in full, and then some. And he realizes...he can do it the other way around.

So yes, that's why we're breaking into a strip mall accountant's office in the middle of the night on a tuesday. Abe says that this is where the police pension fund is run out of. Ready to have some REAL fun?

Abe always told me, no point in getting money if you can't keep it. No point in keeping it, if you can't spend it.

We're about to make a whole lot of dead money. Or make a whole lot of money dead. Either way, it's the money that's doing the dying, not us. So relax, and get the crowbar ready.

Haha haha 😂😂 LOVE IT

This is the best response i could have hoped for. I loved this

I don’t think this is nearly as good, I struggled bad with this one. I tried many different stories and view points but this was the best of what I had. Sorry if it doesn’t make much sense but this will be the last part.

Part 2:

Months had passed since ORBYT landed on a now desolate planet in Sector 2894726.

Jymnxis could only hope that this ORBYT device would restore their planet. With there being less than 200 survivors they had little hope. Now learning of the Logs from the Humanity Transmission and how the Zybrex use souls for their power, they weren’t sure that they would ever see their family again. Not in this life or the next.

“But why would they warn me. Why does it matter where the Zybrex are from? They still hurt hundreds of planets and harvested billions of souls.” Said Jymnxis.

They didn’t fully understand the warning from Humanity. They didn’t listen.

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The Zybrex now used the ORBYT devices to gain useful information on the places they have harvested. They turned charity work that the humans had worked to hard for, into spies.

Now they know how many souls are ready for harvest on each planet these devices were sent too. ORBYT had been designed with a limited A.I. in order to interpret and analyze data, as well as answer questions regarding humanity and restoration. But they also were able to learn to repair themselves using planetary resources.

What was once a Holy Grail now had become the biggest weapon to the Zybrex. For centuries to come The Zybrex would laying still on earth, waiting to harvest. They had no need to live in space anymore, Earth was once again theirs. Now they just needed the energy to start their reconstruction and clean up from the amount of damage that humanity had caused Mother Earth. With ORBYT allowing them to observe when perfect harvest would be they had unlimited power.

————————————————————————— Jymnxis would have never understood the Zybrex purpose, in fact no species would. Their planet had been harvested 15 decades later again, Jymnxis being a casualty.

Today was the day. The Restart. The Zybrex had been planning this all along with Mother Earth as the vessel. The Zybrex were the true saviors. Earth had been cleansed of any filth that had been plaguing her surface, back to her true pure form. It was time.

The universe was so full of filth and war and hate but no one saw their own wrong doings. Entire galaxies dumping toxic waste to the universe. Using planets just for physical resources. Not knowing their true potential as they were limited by their wants. Power, wealth, immortality, plagued these civilizations, and still many. The universe needs fixed and The Zybrex found only way to do that was with The Restart.

With the machines powered, one switch turned, all the souls they had harvested, became a collective consciousness. One by one The Zybrex stepped into this to be united. The last 5 would sacrifice their eternity so that life would go on. They fused this consciousness with Mother Earth and in a split second there was only pure white. Bliss, safety and incorruptible energy.

From this energy the New Universe was created. New souls, new galaxies, new planets, and new resources. The Collective had decided this universe would be better, they would be unified. There would be no darkness and no corruption.

Welcome to the Puritan Age.

That's actually a really pretty group of flowers

Throughout your life as a gunslinger, you've seen some interesting things. Weird weapons, weird techniques, the whole sha-bang. However, you have a feeling that fighter jet might just take everything else out of the park.

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You blow into town as the Man With No Name, but the residents want nothing to do with you, having heard about you going from town to town solving townfolk’s problems but these people want none of that. You try to find out why they don’t want your help.

Thank you for the link, never seen this before.

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This brought me to tears, not sure why, but bravo!

"I told you a million times already Tim, haven't you heard the saying? 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but an A10's gatling cannon will vaporize me?' You need to learn to adapt with the times, man!"

"And I said that I don't need to spend $400,000 to fire my weapons for twelve seconds, Fred! You still owe me half a million for when you decided to light up that poor rabbit for 'shits and giggles!' They're dead either way, I just prefer to not go into debt!"

"They're dead either way my ass! Last time you brought home a kill it ate the salad while we were saying grace!"

"At least I bring something home! Every time you go hunting, half of it is missing and the other half is filled with lead!"

"Oh you wanna go?"

"Oh yeah, I wanna go. Me and you. Backyard. Now."

"You're on, you dumb little shit."

"You're going to regr-"

And timmy fucking died.

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I HAVE WANTED TO USE THAT LINE FOREVER LMAO

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“Seriously, stop kidnapping me! My friend, the hero, he’s gay!” Screamed Tallic. She stared at the male villain as he looked dumbfounded at the the metal controlling girl. He blinked once, twice, a third time, and hit his back against the same wall Tallic was chained to. He slid down until he was sitting and clutched his heart as hope filled his eyes. That hope immediately died and the villain slumped further down clutching his heart in pain.

“He was gay this whole time?” The villain asked as he looked at Tallic. She hesitated for a second and then looked at the villain.

“You love him, don’t you?” Tallic asked. Her eyes widened as the villain slowly nodded his head. He looked at Tallic again and then looked at the cuffs strapping her to the wall. He focused on them and flexed his hand.

As the chains slowly broken apart into billions upon billions of tiny stars, the hero came barging in. His body was glistening with sweat and in an instant the villain was blushing madly. The hero slowly looked from the blushing villain to Tallic and then back at the villain. He pointed to the villain and looked at Tallic with a face that said, ‘What’s up with him’.

“He likes you. And he just found out you’re gay.” Said Tallic pointedly. The villain glared at her and stars started collecting around her wrists again. The villain looked down and let out a small yelp of surprise. That’s when both Tallic and the hero realized something. The villain didn’t know how to fully use his abilities.

“Hey, if you want we could all get out of here quick enough that by the time the police show up we’d be gone.” Suggested the villain gently rubbing the back of his neck. The villain looked at the hero and slowly stood up. He held out a hand and Tallic took it. Within seconds all three of them were on the roof of the building and looking down at the city that they all lived in. A mutter came from the villain and Tallic looked at him questionably. The villain looked at her and then repeated what he said.

“I’m Bill by the way.” He muttered. Both Tallic and the hero looked at him in surprise. A smile graced the hero’s face and he hoisted the villain up bridal-style. The villain clung to the hero’s neck as if it was the last lifeline on Earth and the hero chuckled at the villain’s response. After a while the villain relaxed into the hero’s arms and looked up at him gently.

“I’m Atlas.” Said the hero smirking. Bill blushed more and buried his face into Atlas’s chest as Atlas laughed and Tallic rolled her eyes.

“Let’s go lovebirds!” She yelled already in the roof of another building.

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