The sight of the sun peaking over the ice capped mountains was a rare sight, but an appreciated one. The sight of the sun was a rare sight in the frozen tundra of the northern Sloth Country region. Sloth and Greed Country were the only countries with tundras, and Sloth was the only one with both a desert and a tundra. It was the day after the Goddess Tears festival, and most of the nymphs were still asleep in attempt to wait out the pain of waking up. One man, however, wasn't so lucky.

In an igloo, covered in Popo fur blankets, Femto laid feebly on his side. He groaned and began to stir as his eyes fluttered open to reveal a blurry world.

"Damn," Femto cursed as he held his head, "I felt like Uriel just said on my head. Uriel you fat ass."

The masked boy staggered to his feet as the pain in his head practically drilled a hole in his skull. He had never felt pain this intense before in his entire life, not even a monster caused this much pain. To make matters worse, he couldn't remember what happened last night. And when he tried all he got was a splitting headache from hell itself.

"No use," Femto thought with a tired sigh, "I can't remember a thing."

An eyebrow suddenly arched when the masked boy noticed something. It was faint and slightly, but he still noticed it regardless. On his arm, he spotted a blue spot. Looking down, he noticed a name printed it blue ink on his arm.

See ya around, Femto. I had fun.

Wink

-Ashe

His eyes squinted as he read it, "Who the hell is Ashe?"

Femto's head then snapped to the side when he noticed something on his other arm,

You taste like purple.

-Lulu

Femto blinked, "I taste. . .like purple? I don't even want to know."

The masked man clutched his head in pain one last time before finally getting to his feet. He wobbled a bit from side to side as the vertigo started to take over. He hadn't felt this dizzy since he saw a drunk Sigmund taking a bath in a lake. The memories of which, still haunt his dreams with sickening images. After regaining his composure, the masked boy stumbled his way out of the igloo and into the street.

As the masked man walked into the snow and ice covered village he became very aware of the absence of people. His red eyes slowly drifted to the right: no one. Then to the left: still no one. Femto was an island surrounded by a sea of nothingness.

Finally sick of the silence, Femto sighed, "Okay, where is everybody?"

"I would image that they're all still sleeping." A familiar voice said.

Femto turned around and wasn't surprised to see the chief standing behind him, with a cheeky smile on his face. Femto noticed that the chief was looking exceptionally well, and in fact, he looked like thirty years younger.

The chief gave a hardy chuckle, "I didn't think anyone would be up this early. I was honestly expecting you and the hunters to be out the entire day." He stated.

Femto titled his head to the side before grasping it as another headache began to set on. However, this time, he had a flash and remembered something. He remembered the chief giving him a cup filled with a strange liquid, then the world went back.

The red eyed man narrowed his eyes at the chief, "What the hell did that drink do?"

The chief lost his smile and shook his head, "Ah, yes. The Boal. You had a particularly strong reaction to the drink. More so than any nymph I've seen."

"What the hell is the shit suppose to do?" Femto questioned with folded arms and a stern expression.

"It's suppose to induce hallucinations." The chief said bluntly.

Femto looked at the elder with disdain for now easily he answered that question. It was like he answered this question a thousand times, and for all the Femto knew, he could have.

"It's strange, however," The chief paused, "usually, the reactions aren't as climaxed as yours. They aren't as insane or uncontrolled."

Femto's eyes narrowed, "Uncontrolled?"

The chief nodded, "Yes, uncontrolled, and to even say that would be an understatement. You were beyond uncontrollable."

"What did I do last night?"

The chief began to snicker like something was funny. Femto frowned and glared at the chief as he burst into hysterical laughter. As he laughed Femto found his glare glowing more and more intense with each passing second. A tickmark popped out of his head.

"What is so funny?!" He asked trying to keep his anger in check.

The chief wiped a tear from his eye as his laughter died down. He held his side and breathed heavily,

"I can't say, but you were entertaining. I'll give you that." The chief said with a bright smile, "I've never had so much fun before in my entire life."

Femto was just about to retort when a new voice resonated in the air. Recognizing the voice, Femto slowly turned around to see all the other hunters along with Garen, and they didn't look to happy. Sigmund seemed to be the angriest of the group.

Femto turned around and folded his arms.

"What?"

Sigmund held up what appeared to be a rolled up piece of paper and angrily threw it at Femto. The masked boy arched an eyebrow as the paper fluttered threw the air and landed at his feet, unrolled. He looked down and was surprised to see what was on it.

Wanted: Link

Alias: Femto

Crimes: Kidnapping Lucifer, Rape, Arson, Theft,

Reward: 100,000,000,000 Acrimonins

Comments:

Dante, what the hell are you doing?

Get out Cyrus!

What the hell is this shit? Rape? Arson? Theft? All of these charges are such bullshit!

Fuck you Cyrus.

No thanks, Dante. I don't roll that way, even if you are my boss.

I really fucking hate you Cyrus. Hey, are you writing this down?

Femto blinked and shock as he read the paper. He couldn't believe what it said. He refused to believe, and he of all people would know all about this. He was the one being accused after all. Despite this, one thought ran threw Femto's head.

"Who is Lucifer?"

The masked boy looked up at the group and sighed, "Am I to assume that you all think this is true?"

The group had mixed reactions. Slan looked away like she was embarrassed, Elise pretended not the her the question and fiddled nervously with her bow, Uriel sneered, Sigmund glared, and Garen did nothing. However, it was Sigmund who answered.

He pointed accusingly at Femto, and shouted, "Why did you lie to us? Why weren't you honest with us? This entire time, you were just a snake in the grass."

Femto looked defiantly at the taller hunter, "Sigmund, use your head. I was with you and the others the entire time. How could I have possibly done all of those things?" He strained.

Femto's eyes slowly drifted to the side when they picked up movement. That was when he noticed Elise with a crinkled face. It seemed to him that she was thinking about what he said. And why wouldn't she? They've been together the entire time. However, the rest of the group didn't seem to share her understanding.

Sigmund rolled his eyes, "Why should we believe you? You're not even a real Nihil! You were brought into this clan by Zodd!"

Femto glared at the Sigmund for that statement. He knew that he wasn't a real Nihil. He wasn't blind. He could see the differences between him and all of the other children. He was a wolf amongst sheep in that respect,

"You think that just because we're part of the same clan that I would lie to you?" Femto asked honestly, "We've been together for a long time. We've fought together. We've ate together. We've almost died together." Femto stated, shocking Elise and Slan, but unfazed Uriel and Sigmund.

"I knew that we weren't part of the same clan. I knew that, and at times I resented that. And in my weakest moments, I envied you for that same reason." He continued before glaring sharply at the group as a whole. "And if you can't see that, than it seems I'm the only true Nihil here."

Uriel and Sigmund gritted their teeth at Femto's response. Not only was he a liar, he was also making I seem like he was the only one that stood true. They hated that. He didn't have the right to say he was the only real Nihil here. Slan and Elise, however, didn't share their thoughts.

"It seems, we're at a word's end." Slan thought, before smirking, "How amusing."

"This can't end well."

The nymph chief glared at the group before turning to Femto. He leaned in so close Femto could literally feel his body heat emanating. Well, at least what heat he had.

"Go north," He whispered so no one else would hear him.

"What?"

"Go north. There is a cave there that will lead you straight into Greed Country," He said, "I told you this last night, it seems I failed to see these circumstances."

Femto narrowed his eyes and gave a small nod, "Thank you Chief."

Growing impatient, Uriel pulled out his weapon, and growled. Sigmund did the same, and more surprisingly, so did Elise.

"Enough! We're going to turn you into the King so we can collect the reward! And that is the end of this story." He stated arrogantly.

Femto's hand slowly moved towards his sword, but stopped when he saw Elise fitting an arrow into her bow. His eye arched when she winked at him. However, Uriel didn't see this and actually seemed to be encouraging Elise.

"Get 'em!" He shouted.

The archer smirked and pulled the arrow back, "If you say so."

And with a flick the arrow sprang from the bow straight into Uriel's knee. The giant screamed in agony before falling to the ground, clutching his injured knee. Not wasting anytime, Femto turned tail and ran north towards the snow capped mountains. He didn't dare look back, and the hunters didn't dare go after him as he ran.

Uriel hissed as he gripped the arrow and yanked it out. He snapped it in half before turning over to Elise.

"Why the hell did you do that?" He shouted, obviously outraged.

Elise scowled down at him like a mother getting after her child. Uriel, for once in his life, didn't say a thing. He noticed how intense and focused that scowl it was. The very look of it reminded him of his own mother, when she was alive.

"Because what he said was right." She said, "He was with us all of those years. There was no way he could have done all of those things. Besides, Lucifer went missing before any of us were even born."

Elise then smirked, "That and because I've been wanting to do that for ages, hehehe."

Neither Uriel or Sigmund said anything, but instead turned to look into the direction that Femto had ran off in.

Femto ran as fast as he could he could through the snow covered plains. The snow white went past in a quick blur as he sprinted through the ice plains. He would occasionally slip, but quickly regained his balance and continued running. As he jumped over an snow drift he noticed what appeared to be a cave at the base of a mountain.

His eyes narrowed with determination upon spotting it, "There it is."

Femto slowed in his advance before taking a quick look back to make sure he wasn't being followed. The masked man turned back to the cave, drew his sword, and pulled out and lit a torch. Femto peered into the darkness of the earthen hideaway. He always hated caves. They always had something to hide, and his monster hunting experience told hm that it was always dangerous. He remembered a clan of vampires living in a cave outside Pride Country.

He shivered at the memory,"Such revolting creatures."

He didn't say another word as he walked into the cave and descending into it's pitch black depths. The back of his head and his black coat the only things that kissed sunlight before everything went black and quite.


Femto walked through the dark caverns, torch in hand, with a blank expression. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but his instincts told him it was for at least a few hours. For those few hours, Femto navigated his way through the earthen cave, that seemed to last for miles. Also, for this few hours, the only sound to hear was that of his own footsteps that sounded like nails in his ears after a while.

"I really hope the chief knew what he was talking about. I'm really starting to doubt him now." Femto glowered before he noticed something; light.

There was light, other than his torch, emanating around him. Upon looking around he noticed that the walls were made of the crystals that the nymphs used for their celebration. Femto sighed and put out his torch.

"This must be where the some of the nymphs got their crystals. It must also grow underground." Femto stated, before a sick smell practically melted his nose.

He gasped and sneezed at just how foul the smell was. He hadn't smelled anything like this before, and nothing he smelled was ever this bad. The smell was one that he described as virulent, thick, and musty, like poison, which was weird considering good poison was scentless.

"It smells like death in here." Femto commented before noticing something on the walls as he passed by.

As he walked he noticed that the light was becoming more purplish, instead random coloring. Slowing turning to the side, Femto's eyes widened to the size of plates when he saw a purple slime on the wall. The slime was a blackish-purple, and hung off the walls like cob webs in an old home. The slime had the viscosity of snot, and would have looked like if it wasn't purple. As Femto walked past it, the source of the death-like smell became apparent as more and more of it showed up on the walls.

"What is this stuff?" Femto asked before stopping and taking a closure look at it. He noted how thick and sticky it looked, almost as if. . .it had a purpose.

Suddenly Femto's eyes shot open. He now knew what this was, and it was wise to get out of the area as fast as possible. He turned to run but before he could more of the slime dripped from the ceiling like water in a leaky basement. He stopped and looked up.

There on the ceiling was a truly repugnant sight. In the middle of what looked like a purple slime crafted web was a large creature looking down at Femto. The ever changing light of the crystals shined on the creature to reveal stone colored skin with a few purple markings. The light also revealed the smooth skin of the creature and what revealed to be skeleton like indention on the skin. However, the features Femto noticed the most were: the perfectly round mouth, the purple slime dripping from it, and the wings.

"Gigginox." Femto whispered.

Suddenly the creature roared and emitted a eardrum shattering roar. Femto had to cover what would have been his ears from the sheer volume of the roar. When it finished, the leech like beast dropped to the ground below with a loud thud. Femto rolled out of the way as the beasts tail came down upon him. When he got to his feet, he quickly dodged a blob of spit sent his way.

"It seems he's hungry." Femto thought raising his sword, "This doesn't seem like a normal Gigginox. They normally drop down on top of prey, but this one, this one didn't."

Femto rolled out of the way of another blob sent his way, "This one also seems to favor poison over using physical attacks."

The masked boy ran towards the creature, while dodging the poisonous spit sent his way. When the Gigginox sensed that he was close, it swept it's tail in a circle. But Femto ducked and swung his sword towards the red under-skin of the beast; a weak spot of the beast. When the sword collided with the skin, instead of sinking into it, it bounced off.

Femto was awestruck, but he didn't have time to think about it before the Gigginox lunged at him with it's front paws. The masked man rolled out of the wall towards the direction he had been walking in

"This is exactly what I feared. The web-like spit, the strange attack pattern, and the hard under-skin. He's evolved."

Femto looked up to see what appeared to be a light at the end of the cave. He narrowed his eyes before getting to his feet and turning back to see the creature skulking towards him. So he did what his instincts told him. He ran.

Femto didn't dare look back as he ran through the cave, trying to avoid the poisonous slime on the walls and floor. Femto assumed it was sticky so he went out of his way to completely avoid it. With every step he could see that the light was getting closer and closer, freedom was within his grasp. However, his heart skipped a few beats when he heard thumps. He looked over his shoulder to see the Gigginox speeding towards him.

"Shit!" He cursed.

Femto put his head down and ran even faster in a desperate attempt to out run the monster following him. The Gigginox, however, had different plans. The beast then started to spit poison at Femto as he fled. The masked boy avoided them the best he could as he approached freedom. Closer and closer the light came towards him, and closer and closer the creature got.

"Just a little closer."

The light was now within arm's reach, but so was the creature. In a last ditch and desperate effort, Femto jumped forward towards the light, and barely avoided the bite from the Gigginox's grotesque head. The masked boy rolled out of the darkness and into the dark and into the sun, and onto what felt like sand.

Femto scrambled to his feet and ran a few feet forward before turning back to look. The Gigginox was looking at him from inside the cave, and it seemed it had no intention of leaving. With one final screech the cave dwelling creature turned back and disappeared into the darkness of the cave.

Femto sighed in relief, "At least it's distaste for light is the same."

He turned to around and groaned with desperation at the sight of endless miles of sands. This must have been the Avarice Desert. The one and only desert that Greed Country possessed, and one of the few deserts overall. As such, the Avarice desert was largely uninhabited and was considered suicide just to enter.

Femto sighed and took a step forward, "I suppose the only reasonable action here to head to Greed Country. I know I can't go back."

"You're a crazy son of a bitch, you know that? What the fuck are you thinking going into a desert? You stupid fuck!" A childish voice commented.

"Who the hell is this?" Femto shouted mentally.

"Just ignore him. And, shut up TW."

"Make me Ocot, or should I call you Oliver?"

"TW, I'm going to kill you."

Femto arched an eyebrow before they both suddenly disappeared and didn't say a word. Shaking his head, Femto went back to walking into the desert landscape.

"I should probably cut down on all the drugs."

The red sky of Inferno shimmered like it usually did, especially over the Avarice Desert. The red sky had a clear view of the miles of foot tracks embedded in the surface of the hot, grainy sands. The sun also had a clear view of the creator of these tracks: Femto.

The masked man had been walking in the desert for hours, and hadn't see a single sight of civilization. Sand was the only he saw, and the only thing to see in this place. His clothes were damp from the sweat he was producing. He panted like a dog in the hot summer sun as he nearly limped through the desert, from exhaustion. His legs were screamed out for mercy under the strain of the sun and dehydration Femto was suffering from.

"Dammit!" Femto cursed as he dropped to his knees. "I'm going to die here."

"Oh, poor you." A mocking voice said.

Femto looked up to see a man looking down at him, while also standing in front of him. The man was dressed in black clothes that resembled armor with spots of detailed metal on the chest, knees, shoulders, and the stomach. The man had medium length jet black hair, and ruby red eyes, just like Femto himself. As Femto looked at him, he felt a sense of. . .familiarity inside of him.

"Who are you?"

The man snorted and folded his arms, "I'm what you use to be, and what you will never become once again."

Femto blinked, "What?"

"It's funny," The man said, completely ignoring his question, "A desert is not a place where I pictured I would die. I always thought I would go during one of Welveria's rampages."

"Welveria." Femto said recognizing the man.

The man looked at him and frowned.

"Oh, so you remember her do you? It's funny, how you couldn't have realized that earlier. If you had, maybe you would have lived." The man ripped viciously, "But, from what I've seen; dying in desert is a fitting death."

Femto dropped lower to the ground as the intense heat continued to assault him.

"B-but you're me." He stated hopefully.

"Correction. You WERE me, but I was never you. As from as I'm concerned, we have been and never will be the same person. And frankly, I'd rather die as me, than as a sniveling little bitch like you." And with that he disappeared.

Femto glared at the spot where the man stood before collapsing in the sands and closing his eyes. This was then end.

Or was it?

In the distance a group of traveling figures walked closer and closer to the spot where Femto laid.

Alexander Gremory was ticked. He had gotten his ass kicked by the mutt, Cyvrus Grey. The damned heathen nearly killed him, and something told Alexander, he could have been killed. It seems that the legendary Grey had only grown stronger in death. That much was obvious. And to make matters worse, the daughter of his assaulter, Yuma, was treating his wounds.

His chest and legs were all wrapped in bandages from where she had treated them. Now she was on his arms, starting with the right. The youngest Grey had hold of his arm and was blowing a blow gas on it that quickly healed the wounds up. This was called Mystic Breath, and only members of the Grey clan were able to preform it.

Alexander winced and jerked his arm out of her grip. "Careful!"

Yuma narrowed her eyes at the man. She was just doing her job, since she and her mother were the only ones able to properly and quickly treat injuries. Her job was not putting up with Alexander's complaining and bitching, that was his wife's job.

"Well, maybe should you stop squirming." She said irritatedly, "I had to give a child his shot today, and even he didn't cry as much as you are right now."

Alexander glared at her for that comment. She must have gotten her defiance from her father. The heaven's know that her brother did, maybe even too much.

"Just do your job." He said dismissively.

She scoffed, "I am. But obviously, my job is putting up with you.."

Alexander snarled and but didn't reply to that statement. He just looked away as images of his battle with Cyvrus flooded his head. He flinched at the flash of being hit with a massive lightning bolt. He had never been in so much pain in his entire life and all of that had been caused with a simple motion.

Alexander lowered his head, "I guess that is why he was called 'The Last Stormbringer'."

"Cyrus told me that he found you at Father's grave." Yuma said suddenly. Alexander looked up to see a strange shimmer in the young woman's eyes, "What you were doing there?"

The head Gremory sneered, "Is it any of your business?"

Yuma growled like a wolf, "When it happens on Grey property, yes it is my business. I don't care you you think you are, but one thing is for sure."

Alexander narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything.

"The Greys are like a pack of wolves. When you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us."

Alexander looked away, "Your brother made that loud and clear."

"Good." Yuma said as she continued to treat his arm, "But let's try to keep the relations between us as peaceful as possible. What's the point of fighting when we don't have to?"

Alexander looked at the girl with sincere eyes, but shook his head sadly dismissively, "Conflict is inevitable, and no matter how hard you try to avoid it, it will always occur."

"Unless someone cares a awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not." Yuma said.


The world was dark, but seemed like the be getting lighter as vision started to return. Femto's eyes fluttered open only to close right after as he struggled for consciousness. His vision was blurry and distorted, so he could see the world around him too well. He could, however, tell he was out of the desert because he couldn't see the sky. Although, this opened up new opportunities for his mind to play with what was actually happening.

His eyes fluttered open and this time they stayed open, but his vision was still blurry. As his vision returned to normal, he was able to recognize he was inside a room. He decipher the exact details of said room, but it seemed he wasn't the only one in it.

"It seems he's waking up." A gruff, uneducated voice said.

"Yes it does." Another voice said.

"Finally, the sale can begin."

"Sale?" Femto wondered.

After a few more blinks, his vision returned to normal. He could now see the room for it truly was now. It was dark, ill-lit, and run down. The walls were covered in fist sized holes and were stained with what looked to be various fluids. He looked down to see that his hands were chained together. He looked to the sides to see other men with the same fates. Looking in front of him, he saw a crowd of women standing in front of him.

He instantly figured it out what this was.

"Slave trade."

Slavery was still very much legal in Inferno, but some countries banned it. Slavery was illegal in Sloth, Envy, and Pride Country. The denizens of Sloth were too lazy to consider such a think. Envy didn't real need it. And Pride Country was way to prideful to let anyone help them. Slaver was legal in Wrath Country, Greed Country, Lust Country, and Dante's Domain.

He bowed his head, "Well, this beats dying I guess."

The auctioneer pointed at Femto, who just sneered from under his mask with disgust. He absolutely despised being referred to as an object to be used.

"First up we have this guy. We found him in the Avarice Desert. Come on ladies, he's strong, well build, and in case he's ugly he comes with his own mask." The auctioneer jeered making everyone laugh.

Femto rolled his eyes at the comment and just ignored the auctioneer for the most part. He made it a point not to look at anyone while he was here. He was just going to play it cool until he could figure out what to do next.

"Now let's say we start the bidding at 500 Gold Fangs."

However, before anyone had the chance to bid, confident voice ran out through the room.

"I'll give you 5,000,000,000 Acrimonins for him." A feminine voice called.

The auctioneer nearly chocked when the voice rang out. Femto just assumed that it was because of the immense sum of money being offered. However, it wasn't even half what his bounty was. But it seemed the auctioneer didn't notice.

"Is-is that who I think I think it is?" The auctioneer asked shakily.

A few moments later a woman stepped forward. She had long pink hair that touched two horns with treed mark like patterns on them. She had smooth, flawless, supple pale skin that seemed to be as soft as silk, and green eyes that held a deserved and refines sense of confidence. She also had a pair of moth like wings with pink zigzags patterns on them. She wore a black, leather corset that hugged a hourglass shaped figure. Her breasts were covered with a part of the corset that possessed pink zigzags. On her hands she wore matching fingerless gloves. On her lower half she wore a short skirt with slits that could barely be called a skirt, and black boots with pink bottoms.

She smirked in a strangely sensual way. Femto looked at the auctioneer and noticed that he practically melted when she did that.

"Weak willed fool." Femto denounced.

The woman took a few more steps forward, making sure to sway her hips as she did so.

"Depends. Did you think it was Asmodeus, the Sovereign of Lust?" She asked while still managing to flirt.

The auctioneer nodded his head vigorously, making Asmodeus giggle as a response. She easily manipulating the auctioneer, and appeared to be doing it just as easily. Femto sighed.

"This must be why she I called the Sovereign of Lust." He deducted.

"You know what? I've changed my mind. I've decided that I want all of your stock today." She said with a knowing smile. "What do you say hon? do we have a deal?" She finished with a bat of her eyelashes.

Femto blinked, "Oh, she's good."

Seemingly regaining his senses, the auctioneer looked at her with surprise.

"B-but, Lady Lust, if you take all of my stock than-" He tried to protest before being silenced by Asmodeus' finger pressing into his lips.

"Shh. I know that may sound like a raw deal, but I can assure that I'll make I worth your while." She offered with a purr.

Femto's eyes nearly popped out of sockets, "She's really good."

"A-alright, I'll give you the entire stock." He stated finally giving in to her demands.

Asmodeus smiled dazzlingly, "I knew you would see it my way."

The ruler of Lust Country then turned to face her new slaves. She examined them all to see just what she bought. However, her eyes seemed to be focused on one: Femto. Her eyes narrowed as a wicked smile crept upon her face.

"Perfect."

She pointed at the masked boy, shocking him, and smiled wider. "You, come with me." She commanded.

Femto narrowed his eyes at her command but didn't protest. He walked off the stage and walked up to the busty woman. The way that the way the woman was looking at him was very. . .disturbing. It looked like the look a lion made when stalking it's prey. One of pure unbridled instinct.

"Hmm," She hummed as she looked up and down, before smiling. "I see that the years have been kind to you, Link, or should I call you Femto?"

Femto's eyes widened, "You. . .know who I am?"

Asmodeus waved him off, "Of course I do. I know everything. However, don't get your hopes up. I still bought you, so legally I own you."

Femto sighed, "Of course."

"Good, now let's leave quickly." She said urgently,

"Why?"

She smirked, "Because it's only a matter of time before they realized I just payed a fraction of your bounty for you."

Femto gave her a look before the two left the building together.

Dark was approaching as Asmodeus and Femto walked down one of the hallways of Greed's palace. As the two walked they passed piles of luxurious and extravagant items, which seemed to fill every other room in this castle. Femto wasn't surprised by this since Greed was. . .greedy after all. So finding grossly overstock hordes of expensive and lavish goods wasn't surprising.

A door was visible at the end of the hallway, and it was lavishly decorated and expensive.

"We're almost there." Asmodeus said, finally saying something.

Femto didn't say anything back as they approached the door. He also didn't say anything when Asmodeus opened to the door to reveal a nearly bare room with a large cage in the back. Compared to the other room this one had pretty much nothing in it, and looked like dungeon.

The woman had long, silky blonde hair that was curled in the front and touched a pair of ram like horns. Her skin was fair, and free from any blemishes. Her eyes were a sparkling blue-green color, that were marred with the strain of annoyance, at least what from Femto could see since he could only see a single eye. She wore a large, black leather buster that exposed a huge amount of cleavage. The bust like most of her outfit was decorated with gold etching. On her hands she wore gloves with the same gold etching. On her lower half she wore a small black thong with thigh-high boots, and a red coat tail.

"Well, are you going to give it up?" She asked with annoyance. She was standing in front of the large cage, but Femto couldn't see what was inside of it.

"Mammon." Asmodeus said.

The woman turned and smiled. She quickly walked over to the two and put her hands on her hips.

"Nice to see you Asmodeus." She said before she noticed Femto. "Who's this?"

The pink haired woman smiled, "He's your new slave. A gift from your sister."

Femto nearly choked after he heard that sentence and looked at Asmodeus with a stunned expression. Mammon also seemed to have a hard time processing what just happened. Her eyes were narrowed and her brows furrowed as if she was expecting something.

"Alright, I'll bite. What's the catch?" She asked suspicious of her sister's intentions.

Asmodeus feigned a hurt expression and even gasped to show how hurt she was pretending to be.

"Catch? A sister can do something nice for her sister? Does there always have to be a catch? Honestly. Mammon, I'm deeply, deeply offended."

Mammon didn't seem to be impressed. She folded her arms and titled her head to the side, while giving her sister an arched eyebrow.

"Asmodeus, we both know who you are. I know that with you, there is always a catch. Beside he has a crack in his mask." She stated.

"I do?" Femto asked.

The pink haired woman giggled playfully at her sister's response. She knew that Mammon was smarter than she looked, but so was Pride and Wraith so it didn't surprise her.

"I know, but I can assure you there are no strings attached this time." She offered.

Mammon still looked suspicious but nodded anyways. Femto groaned and nearly facepalm at what just happened since they just completely ignore him.

However, unbeknownst to the entire group, something started to stir inside the cave. A beastly grunt emitted and soon a single red eye opened to looked down at the group. It watched as the group interacted before it spotted Femto. The eye narrowed.


The crystal ball shimmered as it showed the events that just folded. As it was before, the ball was the only source of light in the entire room was Brone and Luna watched the scenes unfold. Luna watched with disgust while Brone watched with indifference as he ate Angle Food cake.

"Hmm, this is good." He said happily before looking up at Luna. He noticed the red tinge that was invading her cheeks. "Hey, what ya thinking about?"

Luna shook her head and looked at the deity, "N-nothing."

Brone smirked from under his hood. "Oh, really? If I didn't know any better, I would say that you were jealous."

Luna's cheeks burned even redder before she turned away, "Wh-what? Why would I be jealous of those wenches?"

"I don't know. I don't know much about women since Eu is usually the only company that I have down here." He stated somberly.

Suddenly the door opened to reveal a large woman that was much larger than the door itself. It was Yamabuki, one of the beings under Brone's authority.

"Excuse me, but-" She started.

Brone turned to her, "GET THE FUCK OUT YAMABUKI!"

She quickly shut the door. When she was gone Brone sighed and turned back to Luna, who was astounded by the outburst.

"What language."

Brone tapped his head, "Where was I? Oh, yeah. The only female company I have down her is Eu." The being suddenly began to sob, "And. . .she's gone."

The lunar princess titled her head to the side and adopted a questioning look on her face as the deity wept right in front of her.

"Are. . .you crying?"

"No! I'm. . .okay, yeah. I'm crying."

"She must mean a lot to you."

"Yes, she's my only friend. Well, her and. . .Yamabuki, sorta. She's always bitching at me."

A awkward silence soon took over as the two just exchanged blank looks with each other. Luna made it a goal not to look Brone in the eye since his eyes were very freaky looking. Brone, on the other hand, made it a goal not to look at Luna's horn.

"So, um." Brone said finally breaking the silence, "What do you call sex where you come from? We don't have a name for it down here. I'm not sure why, but apparently everyone is too busy screaming and burning."

Luna looked at him strangely, "Did you seriously just ask that?"

"Are my eyes silver?"

"Yes."

"There is your answer."

Luna sighed, "We call it 'Clomping'."

"Sounds painful."

"Yes, very much so."

Brone blinked, "But you get use to it right?"

"Oh no. Oh God no."

"Oh, sorry I asked."


The red sky of Inferno shimmered as the beginning of a new day arrived. Unlike it's mortal world counterpart, Inferno didn't have sun and at night it's sky turned almost completely black as there aren't stars. When morning approached the mysterious red light in the sky began to appear again, but instead of glowing, it just shimmered.

In Greed Country, the scene of construction was one hard to miss as work on Greed Palace was conducted. This wasn't unusual since Lady Greed tended to 'collect' things and new rooms and other storage areas had to be built to house them all.

At the moment, the construction was being over seen by Lady Greed, or Mammon as she was known by the aristocrats, and her new slave, Femto. Said slave, was leaning against a pillar next to Mammon as the other slaves worked.

"Remind me again." Femto said, and resisted the urge to facepalm. "What exactly are we doing again?" He asked dryly.

Mammon sighed and gave him a strained look, "We're building more rooms because all of these beautiful items keep speaking to me. They keep telling me to take them."

Femto rolled his eyes and looked to the side, "This seems to be more of personal issue than anything else." He mumbled.

Mammon glared at him, "Well, smart mouth you can join them." She commanded. "Maybe, you'll twice before you say some smart ass shit."

Femto groaned, "Well, this sucks."

"Not really at least you have him helping you." She said.

He narrowed his eyes, "Who is him?"

Suddenly the ground began to shake as if an earthquake was happening. The slaves all stumbled from the shaking, but it didn't seem to concern them too much. Femto on the other hand was very confused as to what was happening. In Inferno, earthquakes were a common occurrence. However, this was way to weak to be an ordinary earthquake.

"What is going on?" He wondered.

At that moment he noticed that the shakes were mere seconds apart instead of being a constant occurrence. However, he still wasn't able to figure out what was causing the shaking. Suddenly, it stopped.

"Oh my God." Femto said as a large shadow loomed over him. His pupils constricted as he slowly turned around to be met with an astounding sight.

Right before his eyes stood a massive quadrupedal creature. The creature stood about was tall as six Femtos and about twice as wide. It's body was covered in grey and black hard scales that glimmered like crystals in the red light of the Inferno. The beast also had two lines of red scales around it's shoulders, blood red claws, and white spots of fur on its head and shoulders. The beast had large straight horns growing out it's head. However, the trees things Femto noticed the most were red orbs flying around the creature, black lightning rippling off it's body, and the glowing red eyes that seemed to be staring right at him.

Femto stared at the creature with awe and wonder. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Standing right in front of him was one of the rarest creatures in the world, the Stygian Zinorge. He thought they were all extinct, but seems he was wrong to think so.

Mammon, however, was anything but impressed. She glared at the creatures.

"First you eat some valuables of mine, and then you don't do your work?" She said, seemingly scolding the creature, "You're more trouble than you're worth."

"Fierce."A deep yet indifferent voice said.

Femto blinked and looked around for the source of the voice.

"Up here, Fierce." The voice said.

Femto flinched and looked up to once again look at the Stygian Zinorge who was still staring at him. The masked man blinked and looked at the creature with wonder.

"Did. . .you just say something?" He asked.

The beast's mouth suddenly began to move as it began to speak.

"It's been a while Fierce. I wouldn't expect you to remember me, as it was so long ago." The Zinorge said. "It's funny that you wouldn't remember my name since you were the one that gave it too me."

"Huh?"

The Zinorge roared loudly and shook the area around it. The ground began to shake violent as the sound of crumbling buildings echoed in the background. Femto and everyone else covered their ears because of the sheer volume of the roar was deafening. The Zinorge stopped, growled, and lowered it's head down to Femto's

"I. . .am. . . Reddo."


Alright, well this is the longest chapter in a while. I would like to apologize for being MIA for such a long time, but hey, stuff happens. However, the good news is that soon I'll have a lot of free time on my hands in a few days.

As with Siruai, Reddo's name means something. I can't remember what is means right now, but it means Red something. If you don't know what a Stygian Zinorge looks like, look it up in google images, it's pretty awesome.

The reward on Femto's wanted poster, is used only by high nobles. I mean like King and his circle, high nobles. 1 of those is equal to about 100.000 Gold Fangs or 1,000,000 Silver Fangs. The Fangs are sometimes referred to as teeth, but they are fangs.

The Gigginox in the cave, has 'evolved' due to being in an isolated spot for so long. It has developed a new, more effective way of hunting that expends less energy, but has a higher rate of success.

Don't take Brone's and Luna's conversation too seriously. It's mean to be a break from the story.

Whew, finally got that out of the way. On a non-business note, which one of the seven sins would you trust the least, and which one would you trust the most in a life or death situation?

Most- Envy

Least- Greed