Well... This was long time coming. Sorry for this longer wait. My brain tuned out of BC because of this break. But now it's back again. Hope you all like it.

Chapter 20
"Blood of Broken Pens"

"Lucifugus..." Lucifero's voice was quiet murmur now, but carried the strength of a great roar.

The atmosphere in the workshop became far more tense for Healer as she was covered by Lucifugus's hand. She couldn't see much from under it, but she could still feel the overwhelming rage coming from Lucifero, her king that she stupidly insulted. Although she could also feel something else. The feeling in Lord Lucifugus's hand. She could tell just from touching it that he was very nervous, despite his relaxed way of speaking from few seconds ago.

"Now I have to say, I would be DEEPLY honored if you brought that worm to our celebration."

Those words made Healer freeze in place. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move, all of her senses seemingly shut down at the very moment she heard those words. She is going to die. She will die because of her own stupidity. Her body started to fall, losing what little strength she had, but then she felt something different. Lucifugus's hand slightly tightened around her engulfing her in deeper darkness, only leaving small gap between his fingers through which she could see Lord of Space and Lucifero himself in a portal, albeit her view was very limited, but she could still feel the burning rage coming from the tore open fabric of reality.

"I don't think she will enjoy it so I have to dec-"

"Oh, but I INSIST." Lucifero interrupted Lucifugus with voice filled with so much poison it could probably kill any lesser Devil "It's colorful personality will surely bring some much needed excitement into our celebration. It MUST come as a honorary guest. That kind of honor is one in a lifetime for a worm such as this."

But she felt no honor. Only deep fear that was like claws stabbing into her body, but it was slightly eased by Lucifugus's hand which could be the only thing keeping her separated from the rage of their king and her most painful demise. She was trapped... Helpless... She was... truly afraid.

"And what if we will decline your honor?"

Lucifugus's mocking tone voice made it feel like he couldn't care less, but Healer could tell just from touching his palm that he was more and more nervous, tense, uneased. His hand was slightly shaking and his fingers became extremely stiff. That told Healer more than enough. They were in REAL danger now. But then she saw it through the little gap. The hole created by Lord of Space disappeared as he closed his hand. For a moment relief set in, fear left her body and she could move again, but it didn't last long because just few seconds later she heard booming sound of a portal opening behind her and Lucifugus. Just from this sound she could tell this portal was far greater than the one Lucifero was talking through all this time.

This realization gave her a terrible vision as fear came back. Dark image of her mangled body lying in pieces on the floor next to Lord Lucifugus's in the ruins of the Workshop. Vision of excruciatingly painful death at the hands of their King. This was their future, a future they couldn't escape. It made her want to scream in despair. And then she felt the pressure pushing her down, her body stopped listening as she was pushed onto Lucifugus's shoulder, terrible pain crushing her. But the most terrifying thing of all was when she heard Lucifero's voice once again, far closer than she would ever want it to be. A whisper that could destroy a realm and bring creation to it's knees. A voice of a Lord of Underworld.

"Then I will not need to ask you for anything ever again."

Death awaited them.

At the 7th layer of Underworld.

"GHKK! GHH!" Emissary was shaking as his voice became terribly distorted "L-LLL-LU-LUCI...LUCIFUGUUUUSSSSS!"

The anger was visibly leaking out of Emissary's body. The aura around him turned bloody red, covering the entire area. Pen didn't know what to do. It's the first time he was him so angry in their fight. But he had to act fast now or... Or what? He felt something... different now. The vision of red aura slowly dissipated and the voice of his Lord could be heard once again. This time he also saw the figure of 4 winged Devi, The King, Lucifero himself.

And now he left me. He abandoned me here. Left me out of the plan I could help him with. He threw me away and I don't know why... Why...?

His master's voice. The tone in this voice. The sheer sorrow in it made Pen want to crack his own skull, destroy every piece of this level, tear it all apart. He hated it, he hated every minute of hearing it.

She put a curse on me that makes it impossible for me to touch or feel my ear.. HORNS! THOSE ARE HORNS!

But above all he hated those that caused him to have this tone.

"(Lucifero... Megicula... Lucifero...MEGICULA! LUCIFERO! MEGICULA! Kill them! MURDER THEM! EAT THEM! TEAR THEM APART! CRUSH THEIR BONES! TEAR OUT THEIR HORNS!)" His mind was filled with hate

Pen's body started to shake as well, his vision was clouded as he didn't see Emissary before him anymore. In this blastet realm, before him just the Devil that brought all this misery upon his Lord. Lucifero. And so he charged in.

And from point of view of Emissary.

He was angry. Incredibly angry. Just hearing that name. The FUCKING Devil that contributed to killing Lord of the Flies! HIS MASTER! KILLING THEIR DREAM!

"(THIS LOW IS HIS!? NOW I NEED TO KILL HIM! I WILL KILL HIM! AND I SURE AS HELL WONT BE COME HIS TO-)"

*SMASH*

But this moment was quickly over once a punch came right into his chest. He could feel this punch almost piercing his heart.

"(Shit! I forgot about it!)" He cursed himself and his damn magic

But this was also the moment he could do something else. He managed to not get pushed away and gathered enough strength to punch this Low Shit right in his cracked head. But before he could do that another punch came onto his chest. This one hurt just as bad and Emissary was launched far away before his punch landed. He was smashed right into a rock and was about to fly farther away, but then he saw it. The most incredible luck of all. Another Devil was hiding under that rock. YES! This Middle was curled up, but he could tell that his aura started to affect it so he quickly grabbed it with his tail as he was flying backwards and threw it at Pen. Pen quickly charged at it, punched it down and started pummeling it into the ground with horrible ferocity. That gave Emissary enough time to get his mind on track.

"Okay... I need to calm down. This Low will kill me if I wont get some clarity." He was trying VERY hard, but to no avail "(Still, it's easier said than done. This fucking Low serves Lucifugus. That despicable piece of shit. I cannot lose here, I HAVE to kill this Low!)"

As Pen kept punching the Middle, Emissary jumped in the air and prepared to strike him. From above he could see that there wasn't much left of this Middle, his entire body was squashed and ripped apart almost entirely under the force of these punches and the ground underneath him begun to crack. The most intact parts of this Middle were already separated from his body legs and arms, everything else became a puddle of flesh and blood. But Emissary stopped thinking about it and with full might strike Pen in the back of his head, smashing him into the ground and into the Middle he destroyed and propelled himself off of Pen's body, pushing him further into the ground. He then prepared another strike, this time with his leg, but when it was about to land...

*KICK*

A leg came out of the ground and strike him right in the knee, breaking it. This Pen managed to stay conscious and even counter attacked. Emissary would be extremely impressed if he wasn't right now in deep state of rage and incredible pain. He fell on the ground and saw Pen coming out of the hole. He was bloody all over, he couldn't tell how much of it was his blood. But he did see blood coming out of his mouth, nose and 3 eyes. He seemed barely awake. His lack of brain must have made him MUCH harder to knock out. But Emissary quickly stood up. He was also tired. But he couldn't lose here. Not now. Not against A Low Devil, not against Servant of his enemy. Not when his freedom is at stake! Both of them charged at each other again, Pen running on both his hands and legs like wild beasts. Pen tried to punch him in the face, but Emissary evaded it, quickly got behind him and grabbed him by his horns and by them he picked him up and tried to smash him on the ground, but then a kick from Pen came who managed to regain some control by grabbing his hands and landed his leg into Emissary's stomach who then responded by giving Pen a hard headbutt. Pens head fell back a little, but then he launched his head right at him and tried to bite him. At first he couldn't reach him because Emissary held his horns, but Pen was now so angry he tore his own horns off and his head launched at Emissary at great speed. Emissary moved his head away, but it was too late and Pen managed to bite off part of his right ear which made Emissary drop his horns, but after that he kicked him away as he grabbed bleeding remains of his ear.

"DAMMIT!" He screamed out towards the doors in the ceiling of this blasted realm as the blood gushed out of his ear "(This is not working! I need to calm down! I NEED TO CALM DOWN!)"

He tried, but it was of no use. Pen quickly charged again which Emissary barely evaded. And then he decided to use another move of his. His thoughts quickly drifted away into that faithful moment when he last saw his master, the time where everything fell apart, where everything was gone and then channeled this energy into his hand.

"Emotion Magic: Hurt" Emissary said wit far more mellow, but still corrupted by rage voice

And he released energy of his despair right into Pen. It hit him directly. This move is his condensed Emotional Energy which he can shoot at his enemies. It almost always left his opponents as a broken mess, but it also leaves him extremely vulnerable for a few moments, but this time the "almost" part was about to bite him. Because Pen didn't stop and quickly turned towards him and launched another attack aimed at his heart. Emissary barely blocked it with his left hand covering it, Pen crushed it in the process. But in that moment Emissary also saw another flow of bloody tears from Pen's 3 eyes. It worked, but not well enough. But with that he gained an opening to strike with his right hand under Pen's chin and launched him in the air, knocking few teeth from his mouth as well. Once Pen was send flying he jumped which was painful due to his broken right knee and prepared to kick him with his left leg, but then Pen punched him too right in the face as Emissary kicked him. Both of them send each other away and both smashed into the ground.

In that moment Emissary also noticed several Devils, Lows, Middles and Highs in the distance. All of their eyes focused on them, they were watching this, explosions so prevalent on this level stopped for there was no more fighting, leaving only several eyes of gleeful Devils, taking pleasure in seeing this bloody fight. He hated it! Those Devils, they were MEANT to be different. If it wasn't for... No.. He needs to calm down. That's what he needs to do. But he can't... Not now. But he tries. He quickly looks forward and sees Pen. He can tell, he is barely alive. Still fueled by his rage though. Doesn't matter. He needs to win, but then again. What chance does any of them have? Those Devils around them, once battle is over, they will most likely charge at the winner and kill him, rip him to shreds... The only victory that can be achieved in this fucking place. That's the kind of creatures they are. But even so, he cannot lose. But with his broken left hand and right knee he is greatly limited. He is about to pass out as the pain starts to catch up to him. He cannot charge again. He has to wait for Pen to attack. Once he does he will dodge and grab him from behind with his right hand by his head and he will bite right into it, eating away that last bit of brain he has. Not the most clean plan, but it's the only one he can think of right now. And then he sees him preparing to charge. And hears his voice for the first time since they started fighting like this.

"I WILL KILL YOOOUUU!" The hate in this Devils voice... It sounded so wrong to Emissary for some reason. He knew this screwed up Pen for such a short time, but... He could feel just how wrong this was "MURDER YOU! TEAR YOU TO SHREDS! EAT YOUR BRAIN!"

Emissary could hear Devils around them cheering in the distance at those words. They had great fun. Such a great fun... The hate wouldn't disappear... the rage wouldn't burn away... But... but then...

"LUCIFEROOOOOOOOOOO!"

At this word everyone became silent, entire world stood still and Emissary was left confused as he watched screaming Pen with a blank expression. This rage fueled Low filled with great bloodlust... He...

"(He just said... Lucifero? He hates... Lucifero?) Everything he felt up until now just disappeared... He hated Lucifero... "(But... he works for...)"

*PUNCH*

But before he could finish his thought he felt pain and as he looked down he saw Pen's fist buried deep in his stomach. But, it was weaker than it should be, then he saw expression on Pen's face. He was... calm, normal... The rage was gone... From both him and Pen. Emissary fell on his knees and then his body fell to the ground as Pen retracted his hand. The result was clear for Emissary...

"I lost..." There was no rage, no despair, just indifference

Those words echoed in his head and they wouldn't stop for all eternity. He quickly rolled on his back to get some air and he saw Pen standing above him.

"Are you okay!?" Pen grabbed his face and got far too close to him "I didn't kill you did I!?"

He sounded so innocent. Even with part of his ear still in stuck to his tooth and having his entire body covered in blood and wounds. What kind of Devil is this?

"Right now..." He said weakly "I'm dying on the inside..."

"OH NO!" He got back up and covered his mouth. Emissary couldn't tell what was that trying to convey "I will help you-... I MEAN Healer will help you! She is good at it. You will be fine in no-"

"I didn't mean it literally IDIOT!" No... He has to calm down... The last thing he needs is for this moron to become a wild animal again "*sigh*I'm not dying right now..."

Those words seemed to be working on him

"(It's suprising that I'm not dead. This Low must have change the way he was going to attack and landed it where he wouldn't kill me.)" Emissary was quite impressed "So you don't need to-"

But before he could finish Pen quickly grabbed him by his left hand and picked him up. It was FUCKING PAINFUL!

"OW! IT'S BROKEN YOU MORON!" he screamed at him, but he thankfully his aura was far weaker now

"AH SORRY!" Pen screamed and quickly let go of his hand, causing Emissary to fall again

"Ow..." And again... He became completely indifferent

Pen panicked again and quickly grabbed him again. This time by his right hand and put it over his shoulder.

"Let's go." Pen stomped his leg on the ground "Healer will help us!"

And so Pen started going, leading Emissary somewhere... For a few seconds until Pen stopped in his tracks and looked around.

"Uhh. Do you know how to get to my Lords Workshop?" Pen asked him

"What?" Emissary was confused now.

"(Is he this stupid?)" A question with fairly easy answer

Before he could find it though he saw Devils that were watching their fight, now they were extremely close to them, surrounding them, ready to tear them apart.

"(Well. We are dead)" He really couldn't give less of a shit now

"Anyone here knows how to get to my Lord Lucifugus?" Pen asked the Demonic crowd that started laughing quietly at this question

"(And yes, he IS this stupid.)" Just perfect "(At least I wont have to suffer being Lucifugus's new Pen)"

And Demonic Crowd came closer to them, with clear bloodlust and hunger in their eyes. Emissary was too weak now to use his magic and even then, he felt too indifferent at this point for it to have any effect. They will die and he accepted this fact. But before one of those Devils could lay a hand on them he heard a deep sound of space getting ripped apart and saw something. From behind the crowd he saw giant portal opening and from it came the Devil he never wished to lay his eyes on ever again. The Bitter Governor himself. And technically HIS new Lord and Master.

"Lucifugus..." Emissary now felt like all life is a one cruel joke and he was the punchline

TBC in chapter 21
"Fate of Broken Pens"

Next chapter I hope will be a satisfying conclusion to this "Broken Pen" arc. Hopefully you all had a good time with this fight. I know I did.