(Creepy organ music) Chapter 3, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :) HAHAHA!
Octovarious Kaiser Scotch-addicted (How else do you explain your drunken stupidity?): Numbskull? Rapist? Wow, I can see why you hate Sly/Carm; your tiny brain is too full of insults to understand the concept of romance. Oh, at least we don't wank to naked two-year olds you perverted bitch of a bitch. You must have some free time, so here's some advice. Get the bird flu and die. Yeah, you reek of wanna-be gangster, and idiotic delusion. Yes, you're the delusional one here, not me, or other "worshippers". The characters in Stalker had nothing to do with you, and you honestly think I have you on my mind enough to make a story of you? You think I sold out? Don't deny that your war is just propaganda for your name, and your hate. Now, get the hypocrite out of your eyes and pay attention. It's not 'welcome to the machine' for me, it's welcome to reality for you. In the words of Bon Jovi, have a nice day.
RachetSly: Well I'm glad it's back…for now.
WolfKeeper989: More has come.
Shark: Nor should he.
Dumfart: Interesting name
Lt. Cooper: Dude that made me laugh. I'm part of the C2, so I have to do something. What is a C2 anyway?
Snowbunny0405: thanks, and I love your appreciation of my stories.
Heiduska: You don't know perverted until you live in Montgomery, Minnesota and move away.
DivineGuardian: There's a first for everything, and I'm glad I'm a legend to some people.
All-knowing Alien: Believe it or not, yes.
Cooper Fan: I'm glad you like my romance, but Captein Amelia is the queen of it in Sly Cooper fanfics.
I don't own Sly Cooper, Sucker Punch beat me to the idea. And this chapter is all religious stuff.
Chapter 3 A Deal in Hell
Robert had only spent three months in hell, but it felt like an eternity. He now lived in a cell, with bars of unholy fire. In his cell was nothing more than him, except the sound of other souls screaming in agony at their unending punishment. Robert didn't scream, even when the whips of the Devil fell upon him. All he ever thought about was his revenge on those that had put him here.
This was why the Devil showed interest in him. He was a lost soul, but he seemed like a soulless body. The Devil had had many others like him. They all wanted revenge, and were the perfect souls to reap havoc upon the innocents of earth. They all killed almost anyone close to who they wanted dead, or tortured. But all of them were driven back to hell, their flame of revenge lost, by God. But there were always new souls to send to earth, new souls to use in his evil.
Robert sat in his cell, scraping a line on the floor. He scraped one every time the old one was done, as once you finished carving one it disappeared. His thoughts were never on what he did though. Some were used imagining the things he could have done to Carmelita. Others were used on how he could kill Sly Cooper.
Robert looked up upon the entrance of someone to his cell; it was a messenger of the devil. The Devil never showed himself to his prisoners, only messengers were seen entering a cell, as they were also the torturers.
Robert was puzzled, as the messenger had no whip. It said in a hollow voice that would have chilled the heart of any being beside Robert "I have a proposition for you."
"I'm listening." Robert replied in an even more hollowed voice than the messengers.
"The Devil wishes to offer you your revenge."
Robert stared at the messenger with a blank face, still. "I'm still listening." He said.
"Yes, the Devil offers your soul to be able to roam the earth in search of those you hate, but in exchange; you must only use the blood of the innocent to do this."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you must possess only innocent souls, and use them to do what it is you wish to do."
"Well, is that all?"
The messenger smiled "In order to seal this deal, you must pledge your soul, for if you fail, I will have the privilege of hitting you night and day for all eternity without rest, or worse."
"I won't fail, and I pledge my soul on eternity."
"Well, then let me show you to the earth, for your vengeance."
"Lead the way."
In heaven
Fred walked along an almost never- ending pier, skipping rocks at his leisure. There were always ships run by good sailors who offered you a ride on the ocean, which stretched for eternity (I use that word a lot). Fred had grown quite used to heaven, for he had been here for almost two and a half years. Wherever he went, he found something new to do.
Kyle walked down the same pier, in the opposite direction of Fred, also skipping stones out for no reason. Beside him stood a British naval captain from 1736, Captain James Monteral, a tall lean hawk who wore a blue commander's uniform.
Neither Fred nor Kyle paid attention as they walked towards each other, and C. Monteral was to busy looking at how similar the two were. He didn't say anything until they ran into each other.
"Sorry, I should have been paying attention to where I was…" Fred was at a loss for words. Before Fred lay a mirror image of himself, except for that Kyle's fur was lighter, his face was leaner, and he was slightly taller than Fred.
"Whoa, who are you?" Fred asked.
"I'm Kyle, Interpol inspector."
"Hey, I always wanted to be an Interpol inspector, until my girlfriend broke up with me because some slut kissed me at our prom."
The memory of the story hit Kyle in the head like a ton of bricks. "You wouldn't happen to be Fred Keller, and that girlfriend wouldn't happen to be Carmelita Fox, would it?"
Fred sprung to his feet. "How did you know?"
"It's a long story" Kyle said. And then he told the story to his other part, which shocked Fred to no end. He didn't know, for he hadn't seen Carmelita on earth since she became an inspector at Interpol. He still remembered the tears of an angel that had slid down his cheeks at the sight of his broken dream.
Back to earth
Kinda weird, but important, and reviewable.
