Chapter 5-Mamba was bored

"Ugh……." Black Mamba said as she lay down one of the roofs of Al de Baran, as the sun dove into the horizon. "There's nothing to do in this god-forsaken planet!"

Two novices passed by who seemed to be very good friends, although their outfit seemed different from a normal novice. Their pants were blue, they wore sandals….their bag had some sort of symbol.

"Pathetic." With the mere wave of her hands, one of them fell to the ground, his spirit ascended to the rooftops where Mamba was. "Go on, entertain me."

"Please, mistress. I beg you."

"Pfffshhh…whatever." She snapped her fingers. The poor soul rocketed down deeper than the ground, his soul burning.

"Ugh….this world is full of useless mortals! Even when I entered the clocktower this morning, gosh…..these humans are imbeciles, aren't they?"

I entered the clocktower, and started playing with those witches….what are they called? Oh yeah, bathories……anyhow, this…guy just cast a spell and snow appeared and killed it. I mean, the nerve! So I went up to him and said "Like, what the heck IS your problem?"

"My problem?"

"Yes!"

"You! You're so beautiful, it'd be impossible to own you!"

So I was, like, agitated. So I hit him in the cheek, and burnt his soul. Serves him right. Rot in hell you bastard!

So anyway, I started climbing again, and I was now in the 2nd floor. I saw this……sage, so I started talking to him. I was bored! What do you expect?

"Ohhh….a necromancer. Interesting!"

"Pfffshhh…..you're the first decent mortal…erm….I mean guy I've met today." I said as I caressed his…smooth face. Oh-my-gosh! What am I talking about?I didn't caress it! I slapped him!"

"You really think so?"

"NOT!" ….then I slapped him. That felt good. Beating up mortals is good, who would wanna be them anyway?

So the guy fainted then this deformed floating little thingermajiger floated up to me and was about to blow poison, so I was, like, eww! Stay away! So I drew out my Rante, enchanted it with my black magic, I hit it and it died. Hey, it was actually more of a challenge than those bafoonish magi, they actually have the nerve to call themselves ARCHmagi! Pathetic.

As I walked towards the center of the floor, I saw a group of assassins killing some machine they called the clocktower manager, and they were…calling me.

"Miss Necromancer-lady-like-thing! Please aid us in our endeavor!"

Ugh..this guy talks worse than my Cerberus…what's with the high vocabulary!

"We're dying out here!"

When they said that, I was overjoyed….I thought of just watching them die, but I think it'll be quicker if I did it.

"You are?"

"Yes! Now go help me!"

"You're….dying. Hmm…let me think…….SO WHAT? WHO THE FUCKING HELL CARES?"

They died. Ahh…the smell of death relaxes me….of course the rotting bodies stink and all….anyways, the machine had killed its prey (or at least it thought so), so it went after me. It opened it's mouth, I was curious as to what it would do, so I just stood there, then it spoke! Wow! It spoke! That really shocked me, Midgard monsters are fascinating me……I mean…whatever, so what if it talked?

"I am the clocktower manager. What brings you here? Death?"

"Yes. Exactly." So I pointed at the dead bodies, stole their skeletons with my magic and hurled it at the talking thingamajig. Not yet dead eh? I put back the skeletons into their respectful bodies, and although it wasn't neat…who cares anyway? They're just mortals….dead mortals. So then I raised their bodies, and they were like at my command and went over to the talking thingamajig and started fighting.

This was going nowhere. Why hadn't I just thought of it before?

"I know!"

"What is your perfect plan, mistress necromancer?"

I blew up their corpses. Yes. Fascinating things necromancers can do, no? They all went kaboom, even the thingamajig….and off I go…into the abyss.

The third floor was swarming with these clocks that had arms and faces….weird….alchemist created, possibly.

"It's time to have some fun!" I said to myself…….then Mephisto came….fun over.

"Yes, that's right….exactly how it happened." Mephisto said as he lay down beside Mamba, his long white hair swaying in the wind. "You really WERE bored, weren't you?"

"Whatever."

"Talking to yourself eh? Boredom does things to you."

"Me? Pffshhh…." Mamba said as she jumped off and wiped the dust off her clothes. She then drew out her whip.

"If you weren't all that, I'd let you feel the end of my whip!"

A vase broke.

"I-It's happening again." A cloaked figure said as he held his head with his hands. "This….cannot go on anymore…..why am I cursed by this blade? Why? Why? WHY?"

Author's Note: Yeah, I know….short chapter.