Herald zips through his domain, his body spinning at a detestable speed. Swirling past spikes, books, skeletons. Deep blue brick walls, echoing screams, Water candles emitting cursed light. He loves this place, isolated and dreadful. Different sentient creatures wander into its entrance, he gets to kill them. His dungeon has become somewhat infamous, with travelers telling tall tales of taboo testaments. When he was passed up by his lord as top god, at first he tried rebelling, to destroy the wall of living flesh. But now, he happily lives out his retirement here, spending his aged time on his hobbies.

Speaking of...

Herald lets out an echoing roar, before spinning around a steep corner. He follows her scent, looking for his amusing captive. He flips up, before revolving around one of the dungeon's pillars. His cavernous eyes spots the girl, she is hunched over, working on something. She hears him coming, immediately reacting. Herald morphs midair, skidding to a stop on his old two legs. The mechanic puts her hands behind her back, bowing. When she first came here, she was terrified of Herald. Years later, she looks jaded, and overall numb to any fear or surprise.

What was her name again?

"Nook."

The mechanic keeps her face aiming at the ground, her vest looks tattered.

"Its Brooke."

Herald makes a mental note, one he knows he wont remember.

"Brooke, how is the wiring going?"

Brooke's face stays mellow, she looks back to her work, a mess of blue and red wires scaling up and down the adjacent wall.

"I still need to install the wires under the brick, but everything is attached."

"Need a new vest?"

One of Heralds hobbies, besides torture and interior decoration, is making clothes. Ever since the invasion on Earth, Herald was fascinated with humans' choice of dress wear, and he has been trying to replicate them. He's been making clothes for Croo- Brooke since he captured her adventuring his dungeon with some other humans. She pleaded for Herald to spare her life, He asked that she help decorate his dungeon in exchange. She admitted she wasn't good at it, but she has a knack for lights. Herald is hoping an architect will wander into his dungeon, he would go kidnap one himself, but his past attempts have ended with him accidentally breaking the human before he got back. But, now that he thinks about it, he did lose some strength since he gave a big chunk of it to the new god. He should try again, see if he can pull it off this time around.

Brooke shakes her head, reaching for a light switch she attached to the mess of wires.

"Ill be fine, thank you for asking."

She flips the light-switch, lamps Herald didn't notice on the ceiling glow to life. The hallway becomes unveiled, showing every nook and cranny that was once impossible to see. Herald fills up with joy. He barks a laugh, patting Minook on the head.

"Great work, as always!"

The mechanic nods, she begins to go back to work.

Herald turns to leave, planning to check on his other prisoner. The ground rumbles, Herald freezes. Book continues her work, not taking notice to the approaching Demon lord. The walls and ceiling begin to fill up with blood soaked tendrils, Herald immediately drops to a knee, bowing in a similar fashion Hook did. He may be quick to forget things, but he knows that roar better than anything. A cascade of flesh spills into the hallway, filling up the area quickly. It shrinks, and only a second later, Andrew stands ahead of him. Andrew pops his neck, clicking his tongue distastefully at the scene around.

"Its much too clean around here, should add more corpses, and debris."

Herald doesn't rise from his bow.

"Of course, my lord, I will get right on it."

He looks up, looking around.

"Is our new deity not with you?"

Andrew takes his green cap off, crossing his arms.

"Plans have changed, have you see Eladon and Celestia around?"

Herald stands, popping his back.

"No my lord, I haven't made contact with Plantera or The Eater of Worlds since our meeting in the supreme realm."

Andrew kicks the ground.

"Screw this, why do all my plans always have to fall apart?"

"Surely you kid, my lord, every one of your plans have been-."

"Its a rhetorical question Herald."

Andrew sounds frustrated, Herald doesn't know what rhetorical means, but he drops his head.

"My apologies."

Andrew changes the subject after a moment of silence.

"I'll be needing your help soon."

Abigail puzzles over what she's observing, Trevon and Dolgen watch over her shoulders. Jack lays belly down on the patient bed, waiting patiently. Everything is gone, any signs of breakage, bruising, bleeding, cuts, scrapes, those strange scorch holes. His back is completely clear, not even a skin abrasion in sight. If Abigail didn't know any better, she would think this is a whole different person. She presses her hand near the bottom left of Jack's back.

"Can you breathe in for me?"

Jack nods, before taking in a deep breath. Lungs are strong, heartbeat is at the nominal rate. Even Jack's temperature is a steady degree, absolutely nothing wrong with him.

"Remarkable."

Jack does a quick push up, lifting himself off the blood soaked mattress. Abigail steps back, only then realizing the newcomer has drawn quite a crowd in her office. Almost everyone in this small town of 12 people is gathered around the bed, excited to meet this Jack, with his remarkable healing abilities and show of strength.

"Okay, everyone out!"

People begin to file out of the office door, their whispering conversations making a buzz of noise. Bill is the last one to leave, giving Jack one last glance, who is getting off the bed. He closes the door behind him, leaving only Abigail, Jack, and Trevon in the room. Abigail gives her boyfriend a glance.

"Don't you have some targets to shoot or something?"

Trevon leans against the wall adjacent to Jack, who's busy putting on a shirt provided for him. Trevon crosses his arms, locking his eyes on Jack.

"Im not leaving you alone with him."

Abigail goes to say something, but Jack speaks up.

"Im not evil Trevon, and if I am, I cant remember it."

Abigail jumps a little, Jack hasn't said much since he awoke, his voice, his accent is much different from anything else Abigail has ever heard. Jack turns his head, meeting Trevon's gaze. Trevon is also surprised, but he quickly regains himself, smiling.

"Yeah, I bet that's what you say to all of your victims."

Jack looks at his hand, his face completely emotionless. Abigail starts tapping the bed frame with her finger, starting to get fed up with Trevon's attitude and lack of hospitality.

Jack takes a glance at his sword.

"Get the thought out of your head that I'm something sinister, I won't attack you unless you provoke me."

Trevon pushes himself off his wall rest, reaching into his trench coat.

"Provoke you huh, fine I'll show everyone your true colors."

Abigail thrusts herself away from the bed, storming toward Trevon. He gives off a guilty look, realizing too late that he pushed it.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I just-."

With a thrust out the door, and a loud slam in the face, Trevon gets the picture. He backs away, deciding wether or not he should watch through one of the windows, to make sure that suspicious newcomer doesn't do anything worthy of a bullet in the head.

Abigail takes a moment, giving a small shake of her head. Jack watches with stoic look, feeling a slight twinge of guilt for causing a problem.

Not my problem.

Jack is the first to break the silence, he grabs his sword off the ground, holing it so the handle faces forward.

"This may be a bad time, but what can I do for you?"

Abigail looks confused.

"What?"

Jack decides to elaborate.

"As far as I'm concerned, you saved my life, is there any way I can make it up to you?"

Abigail is at a loss for words, she looks around her office.

"Would you, happen to have money stashed in that big sword of yours?"

Jack gives a small shake, Abigail touches her chin.

"You could run some errands for me."