Chapter Thirteen: The Unlucky Chapter
One innocent body to summon me…
It had been difficult, offering up his own brother to the Supreme Anti-Angel Beelzebub but the ends justifies the means, right? The large green serpent had appeared in a fog of puce smoke, scaring the daylights out of his little brother. He was scared insensible. It was a relief when Beelzebub opened his large, needle teeth-lined maw and swallowed Aspen whole. At least Aspen wouldn't die too painfully. He watched as the lump that was his brother slid down Beelzebub's throat. Quill waited patiently for Beelzebub to finish before asking his question.
"I want to create a new and better world. How do I do it?"
Beelzebub had blinked slowly and lazily at the tall, skinny and determined boy. He wondered idly if he should eat the boy too. If he was stupid enough to call the Supreme Anti-Angel without proper defenses, it was obvious that he lacked the wit to do what was needed to bring about a new world order. But then again, the boy was young. A lot of strength was required to summon Beelzebub.
"You want to create a new world order? Find me twenty perfectly corrupt souls, kill them according to my Thirteenth Law, bring me the body parts you've taken from them and build me a mortal body so that I might stay on this plane to do my work. Simple, isn't it?"
"Yes, quite," replied Quill.
Twenty fully corrupted souls to use me…
Twenty-three people later and Quill was near the end of his goal. Six of the people he had used for the sacrificing did not have fully corrupted souls. He was three people short. He would find them eventually. He had waited eleven years. He could wait just a little bit more.
October the 13th. The Devil's day, although it wasn't actually celebrated until the 30th. Quill marched up to the abandoned warehouse, muttered a few hexes and the guards at the door fell, grasping at their chests. He glided past. The meeting was put together by destiny. The Fates were on his side. Three of the most dangerous mob leaders were meeting here at this abandoned warehouse. How cliché though. What was appealing about an abandoned ware house with no heating? Quill couldn't sit around figuring out how evil worked. It would take too long.
They died peacefully. Or as peacefully as you could while your blood began to boil and cooked you alive from the inside. Quill waited patiently in one of their chairs and watched as all three of the obese men writhed about on the floor. He kicked one of them when they latched onto his pant leg. How disgusting evil was.
The world was a black and white photo for Quill. There was the good, which was him, Aspen, Esmeralda (though he was a bit unsure nowadays) and his mother. Bad men were his mother's murderer, the government that kept the family in the slums and Quill's father. Even though his mother's murderer and Quill's father were one and the same, he saw them as two different people. His father, who had walked out on his mother when Aspen was making his way into the world and then the man who had stabbed his mother for her money, which wasn't even a lot. Two monstrous sins that were too big to fit into just one person. So there was Quill's father and his mother's murderer.
The three men had stopped wiggling so Quill presumed they were dead. He reached down for the closest baddie but that one wasn't quite dead yet. He was giving something to Quill. A locket. It held a picture of two small smiling girls. If Quill had to name them, they would be known as Dawn and Sunshine. They looked so perfect and adorable. Quill batted the locket away as the man died and touched his forehead and muttered a levitation and preservation spell over his body. He wouldn't pull out the organs just yet. He did the same with the other two.
Who said thirteen was an unlucky number?