When the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
I think it was around when I was "7" or so, that I figured out something was wrong.
It all started when I started to know the truth about this world, but that's neither here nor there. I'm supposed to have some mystery to me right? Whenever it's time for the secret to reveal itself, I'm sure that it'll be very surprising. Or not. I really don't care that much for what someone else thinks about this at all.
"What do you want?" One of them says after a moment, it's Brian who speaks first. I can feel the nervousness that he's trying to hide, not being able to use your power to escape from a bad situation like this has to be scary.
"Nothing much." As I smile my fangs are shown. "I wish to do a nice deed for the day, and I just so happen to have known that you all would be here today so I came to do what I set out to do. Thus I suppose I should say what I have to offer. Brian, your sister's custody. Lisa, peace of mind from the looming threat over your neck. Alec, the deaths of your "family"."
Their reactions varied, but I was sure that they were at least slightly interested.
"I won't expect an answer immediately, but if you want my help you'll have to make a very small deal with me. Nothing more than what you planned currently, but I can talk about that later. We both have very important business to get to, don't we? Toodles~."
Before they can react, I'm gone.
I walk past the main character dressed in her full costume, I didn't let her notice me.
I make it so that the three she's going to meet aren't allowed to leave unless they continue the scheduled plan they already have, just in case they decide it's better to play it safe now. I know it's rude to take away the option of choice, but they never had that to begin with anyways. I just changed their fate a little is all, it'll do good in the long run.
I stop by a store on the way home.
I make sure to grab a bag of apples so I have some snacks for this week, I make sure half of them are green. I like the sour green apples the best, but the Granny Smith apples are really juicy too, I can't ever decide to have just a full group of either or. Complimenting the cashier, I make sure to pay them and then get rid of their need for glasses by rejecting their cataracts. My good mood today was unprecedented, I thought to myself.
A cat in a tree meows, it's stuck isn't it? Oh well, not my problem. I keep walking even as a little girl is looking at me with puppy-dog eyes to get her shitty cat out of a tree. I glare at her cat and watch as it quickly jumps out of the tree and flees towards her, no more good deeds are going to be done today. Not by me anyways, my good mood would sour if I did much more.
I go home.
The Baphomet is speaking to me.
He thinks that what I did is right, that I should put in more effort to do more good. He knows I won't, but continues to say things like this every now and then. While I'm a bit annoyed, it motivates me knowing that he at least believes in me to do what's right at any given time. Though he's miffed that I haven't killed one of the bringers of death yet, we both know it's better to wait in the long run. Things have already changed a bit.
My cellphone vibrates in my pocket.
It's a message from them.
They tell me they're handling the issues that have arisen after I killed the Warrior, the message quickly erased itself. They need to stop calling me and focus on their own shit really, though it's understandable that they're having a few issues. I snatch the woman of fortune a couple days of month to make sure she understands what it's like to live. Even if none of this is real, part of me does care a bit. The Baphomet does too, in his own way.
We play video games, I talk about my own life experiences, she talks about hers, I answer questions she might have about things she knows about but doesn't understand. It's an awkward thing to do, but I keep at it because of my remnants of stubbornness.
My phone rings this time.
A phone call from none other than…
I press the end call button.
I'm not in the mood to talk to racists today.
I wonder how they possibly could have gotten a hold of my contact info, but it's pretty obvious I think. I'd been messing with the various criminal organizations in this town since the year had started, mainly because of boredom but also because I was tired of being harassed by gang members when I go to buy apples. I relax into my couch after putting my phone back into my pocket.
There's an odd noise coming from the couch.
I bounce a little to figure out if it's a squeaky hinge.
My skin is seared, my flesh boils and melts, my eyes pop and my organs rupture as an explosion rocks the entire room. Someone rigged an explosive to go off in my couch, one that they must have been quite sure was going to leave me in excruciating pain before it killed me. The pain was a very unique experience, I had never felt anything quite like it since I had been here. I had to give the person that did it some credit for doing this.
However, I wasn't dead.
"ͮ̾ͪ̅ͦͩͤ҉̩̘̝̝̙̫̼̩U̵̵̺̟͓̜̘̞͊n̴͉̠̗̣̈̽̓̎̄ͩͩ͟ͅd̘̘ͤ̓̔ͧ̔́̍́ͅoͯ̐̀͋̈́͂͏̵̡̻̘͈̲̹ͅ.͙̭̪̝̊̒͒ͣ̃͗ͤ̀"̶̎͑ͧ̈̈́͆ͪ͏̟̫
The damage was gone, it was as if the bomb had never exploded to begin with. Yet it had, and because of that the smile on my face was indeed very real. The sheer annoyance I felt was more than enough for me to decide that I should finally do what the Baphomet kept asking me to, or at least part of it anyways. Time to slay a demon, an idiot, and a dragon.
I threw my head back and laughed, that was such a silly thought wasn't it?
8 days until the end of the world.