Supernatural: Chronicles of the Order 6

Chapter 23: A God in the Crowd

(DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Supernatural because it belongs to Eric Kripke and Warner Bros. So, enjoy the show! Rated M for graphic violence, adult content, and adult language.)

Dean was in the barracks near Tovar's border as he was up and ready to start the day. With the calls for the chieftain of that region on Drakonus to resign, my brother was ready take up the call to overthrow the one who was taxing his people and the ones beyond Tovar's borders. As usual, he was on the prowl looking for most of Darbus Toller's leftovers as he spotted the chieftain of Tovar approaching in his caravan. The sight of him made Dean very disgusted as he was a middle-aged heavy-set man with a rainbow-colored pompadour while dressed up in a sharp grey business suit and surrounded by scantily-clad women in showgirl outfits. For the record, the chieftain himself was busy taxing those who didn't agree with him as he also cut off funds for the poor and needy just to fatten up the rich. Therefore, Dean had a bone to pick with the egotistical prick coming his way as there would be no end to such disaster like that on the sly.

"Oh, how I love money!" Dean heard him say as he was being greeted by an angry crowd. "I also love war because it brings in more profit and jobs in the future."

"Future?! You've cut off funding for vital programs in your region just to 'feed the rich,'" said a bystander. "You're nothing but a serpent who spews lies while you bully others with your Chirp feed!"

"Oh, great; here's an ex-pat just being pissed off 'cause the progressive and politically correct lost badly. Go on; go cry to Mama!"

"Then there's a serpent that needs to have its head cut off!" yelled Dean. "From what I heard, the Emperor of this planet is getting fed up with your crap 'cause you cut off funding for the needy, the poor, and the elderly and that can piss anybody off!"

"Well, well; if it isn't one of the resident cucks from the Order of Letters! I bet that he's ready to get schooled by my fellow people in my region."

"If you could tax the rich and lower the deficit, then we'll all be happy. What can we say to that prick?!" Dean was addressing the angry crowd as they were sitting on the sidelines jeering and booing at Tovar's chieftain. "Shall we tax the rich?"

"Tax the rich! Tax the rich! Tax the rich! Tax the rich!"

The calls for taxing the rich drowned out the egotistical chieftain's banter as they were ready to take it to the streets again until they saw a platoon of Drakonar Army troops in riot gear trying to keep the peace here. Even though Dean was out of sight, he was starting this resistance against the chieftain with the ego as he also wanted to cut off the cash flow that was earmarked for the Executive Division directly. It was a direct call to action itself as the growing calls to oust Tovar's chieftain were getting louder by the minute, for there would soon be a downfall in the making…

I was up and alert as I still remained in my hospital bed in my new castle's infirmary wing. After dealing with Soulless Sam in the spirit world and nearly losing my life, I dodged a bullet as I was still alive after what I went through. Slowly getting up, I was ready to venture out of my surroundings as I made my way towards the hallway. With such a castle here on Drakonus as part of what I ended up getting, I found an elevator as I took it all the way down towards the main floor until it reached its destination. By the time I got out of there, I decided to explore the rest of the castle as I found an odd room that was located far in the back. It was a room that was similar to the one with the red rubber ball as I noticed several doors all over it in which one of them was opened. By the time I ventured into it, I found myself in the castle on Alecrast as I saw several members of the Medical Corps going about their daily duties until I noticed Herschel coming in from the back door with a basket of potatoes in his hands. He never expected me to show up here until he noticed the bandages I wore under my white kimono and blue overrobe, for he had a feeling that I was put through the ringer from what I went through while tangling with Soulless Sam in the spirit world.

"I thought that you were on Drakonus," he said.

"I was, but when I found a room with many doors, I entered into one and found myself here at home," I said. "It's strange, but now I have two castles instead of one."

"Actually, Winchester Castle is not only this place, but the ones in Anzu Village on Drakonus, Tenzo Village on Westeros, and Jomon Village on Valinor. As for that fifth door in that room, it's been locked, but it'll be opened soon."

"Looks like Winchester Castle has spread all over four planets instead of one.. Therefore-" I felt a stabbing pain in the wound where I was shot at as I was on the verge of falling to my knees. "I've got more space with plenty of people to live at."

"I think that you need to get back before Reuben finds you. Besides, you can't just shoulder the burden alone, you know."

I left back towards the strange room as I took the door back to where I came from. By the time I made my way towards the main hall in the castle on Drakonus, I spotted Reiko standing in front of me as she was concerned about my health and safety. Still, I had no say, but I also had to go back towards my hospital room as the pain I had was getting intense after my battle against Soulless Sam in the spirit world five days ago.

"What are you doing up?" asked Reiko. "You know that Reuben told you to stay in bed, didn't he?"

"I got bored, but I've been getting better one short step at a time," I said.

"You went to the Destiny Room, didn't you? It's where our old home on Alecrast is and others that are connected with this place."

"It seems that we have one hell of a castle here..." I slowly buckled to my knees as I was feeling the pain creeping up all over my body. "At least we have room despite the fact that it can be cramped due to the Medical Corps living in one part of this vast place..."

"There you are," said Reuben as he ran towards me. "You shouldn't be out ov bed to begin with, Sam. After what you went through, it's a miracle that you lived, but the injuries that you sustained need to heal slowly."

"I was going back to bed anyway..."

"It's not just the injuries that you sustained that are giving you trouble..." I feel Reuben's hand touch at my forehead as it was burning hot to the touch. "You've gotta be kidding me..." I notice him getting out thermometer from his medical bag as he inserted it into my mouth. "You can't just carry the heavy burdens alone, Sam. It's not healthy to do so after what you went through."

I was waiting patiently as I heard the thermometer beeping in which Reuben took it out of my mouth and noticed that I had a temperature of 101.9 in which I was in dire need of returning to my hospital to rest up completely. Even Reiko noticed that I was in need of returning to bed as she was ready to put her foot down just to keep me from overstraining myself right now. It wasn't long until I was being escorted into the elevator as Reuben was right behind me. With the elevator's doors closing, we were taking the floor towards the infirmary wing as I was most likely to be going back to my hospital bed as planned.

"It's boring to be incapacitated sometimes," I said.

"After what you went through, I never expected to see spiritual pressure cause physical harm until now," said Reuben. "I bet that Dean would not be too happy with what you went through after your battle with Soulless Sam."

"For the record, I can only see him, but Yashamaru and Castiel can also see him the same way."

"Marshal Calvert can also see him in which his Elven blood can sense spiritual distress in the form of what you kept seeing these days."

"That's healthy to hear…, but Soulless Sam isn't something that can be taken lightly in which he's still at large in my own psyche. He even went too far by wanting me to kill my past self while he was chained with meathooks sticking out of him. Therefore, I set him free because I didn't want to sink down to Soulless Sam's level right now."

"And that's when he went ballistic on you..." I nodded sincerely as I began to feel weakened to the gills. "He did do a number on you with the bruises, broken rib, and gunshot wound, but in the end of all of this, you always managed to bounce back."

The elevator opened up as we stepped out into the infirmary wing in which I was most likely to be going back to my hospital room. When I finally got there with Reuben following me, I was stopped by Miriam as she was standing in my way. With a stern look and determination, she was ready to pluck me onto the battlefield for no reason, but my condition would soon find it difficult to get out of.

"There's been a problem, Sam," she said to me. "There had been clashes near Tovar's border in which your brother is walking into a trap."

"He's in no condition to be put on the battlefield right now, so I suggest that you leave," said Reuben. "He's even had surgery to repair a lung and cauterize the gunshot wound he sustained and you're putting him on the front lines just to be bullet fodder?"

"Randall Derwent is a threat that must be eradicated or else we all lose this war against the Executive Division."

"The answer is no, Miriam," I said. "You know that I can't go out there right now and the injuries I suffer from are taking a toll on me."

"This isn't a request, Sam; this is both an order and a demand for you to carry out your duties or else you will spend the rest of your days with a seeing-eye dog."

"No means no, alright? I'm in no condition to be going there and if Dean sees me there with my injuries, he would tell me the same thing."

"And what about Tovar's people? They're suffering from Randall Derwent's ruthless attacks in which he's cut off the funding for the needy just to increase the income for the wealthy. You have that raw power, so I suggest that you put it to good use or else we lose."

"You're beginning to sound like Jethro's mother, but she lost her life at the hands of the Black Dragon Guild."

"I heard all about it and I even told the sworn protector of your safety about it. He even swore vengeance on both the Executive Division and the Black Dragon Guild who claimed his mother's life."

"I won't let you take me into the battlefield right now..." I collapsed onto the floor as I felt the fever I had engulfing me. "You can't do this to me right now and I can't just let myself suffer much worse."

It wasn't long until Miriam seized me by the arm and teleported me towards Tovar's capital, Menark, in which I saw the various protestors demanding the ouster of the Chieftain of that region. I never saw anything like it before as I wanted to go back home before I ended up dead in a ditch somewhere. Still, Miriam wasn't about to let me pussyfoot my way out of this situation as I noticed several Derwent loyalists approaching with guns while shooting at the protestors in which several people were injured in such a brutal wake.

"Derwent is your chieftain just like ours!" yelled a loyalist with a bullhorn as he was ready to use his gun and shoot at some more protestors. "You cucks think that you can oust Randall Derwent with your voices of change?! Think again!" The loyalist aims a gun at a woman as he shot her in the head with her young son watching in horror. "Our chieftain can shoot anyone and still gets a great approval from the masses! In the end, you'll thank our leader 'cause he is much greater than what you know in the fake news that's been churned all over the Galactic Internet! You vicious cucks think that fervent political correctness and equality can bring us together?! Only our chieftain can do that, for he is chosen by God Himself in these dark times! Long live Randall Derwent!"

The sound of protestors boomed all over as the sight of the woman killed in front of her son was the last straw indeed. I noticed the young boy crying in tears as I ran towards him to get him out of the way in which this form of fascism had gone too far. Even Miriam had her reasons to bring me to this warzone as she also wanted me to see the ugly side of what was going on all over Tovar and beyond its borders.

"This is what's been going on lately and there's no way you can get out of it!" yelled Miriam.

"And I know that Dean and his combined forces are coming here," I said. "They can handle this in which I have faith in them."

"And what about your duties, Sam? What about the orphaned children without any parents wandering in the streets begging for nothing but crumbs?! And what about that little boy whose mother was recently killed by Derwent's loyalists just now? This is just the tip of the iceberg in which there's no way out of it."

I later noticed a paddy wagon approaching as it stopped the moment I spotted a High Elf come out of it. The High Elf himself was a man who was eager to put a dent in the Executive Division as he spotted the young boy that was standing next to me. After the ruckus that was heard, the High Elf was ready to bring the boy to safety as he wasn't about to let him or anyone else get trampled under foot from Derwent's supporters.

"Easy now…," he said as he saw the boy crying tearfully. "The allied forces are coming, but we'll oust the Executive Division's puppet soon enough."

"I want my mommy, but that bad man killed her…," said the boy.

"I know, but there's no end to what the Executive Division will do to us common folk." The High Elf sees a squad from the Garrison Corps arriving as they were rounding up the civilians that were fleeing the danger. "It's high time that you need to leave, for this isn't a place for children right now. I'll see to it that you will be safe, alright?"

The boy left with the rest of some of the civilians as they were leaving away from the danger that was getting more intense than normal. With the civilians put into the paddy wagon, the High Elf saw it leave as he stood firm until he noticed me and Miriam still standing. He had a bad feeling that there would be further danger lurking as he had to get us out of harm's way soon enough.

"This is a restricted area," he said.

"Sam's on business to put the fear of God into Randall Derwent once and for all," said Miriam.

"If he's on business, then how come he's not in uniform?"

"This isn't the time for me to be here," I said. "The allied forces will be here shortly."

"You're not going anywhere until Derwent is ousted from power, Sam," said Miriam. "You have a duty of being there as the savior of this entire galaxy and you toss your chance just like you did when you went to Shiganshina."

"Sam Winchester?" said the High Elf. "You're the legend that I heard tales about in which you destroyed the last of the Elect in Gale Canyon. It's an honor to meet you, but it can wait 'cause Derwent's loyalists are coming and they won't stop until they shoot something."

"I'm no legend, but being here in this warzone is too much."

"By the way, my name's Anaira Mitani, but my grandfather is the Medic General of the Medical Corps in which he has a stern demeanor that can even stun his patients instead of using violence against them. Also, you need to get your ass out of here 'cause the commander of this operation to overthrow Derwent is coming in a black car right now."

"Dean..."

I was ready to leave the battlefield until Miriam continued to stand in my way. She wasn't about to let me leave as I was desperate enough to go home. As for the predicament that I went through, I was still bogged down with the fever I had as I wanted to be back home where I belonged. Still, I had no other choice but to adhere to Miriam's demands until I saw Taraniel appear out of nowhere in which he was furious at her for plucking me onto the battlefield against my wishes.

"I had a feeling that you would bring Sam here, Miriam," he said as he saw me not doing too well.

"He has no other choice here, Taraniel," she said. "It's also his duty to bring down Randall Derwent before it's too late. Otherwise, we all fall and we lose this battle against the Executive Division and their allies. Do you honestly want that to happen or are you willing to do something about it?"

"Let me remind you that Sam's in no condition to be running around in a warzone like this, so I suggest that you haul his ass back to Anzu Village!"

Miriam defies Taraniel's order as she placed her hand on my forehead in which I felt my ailments going away at once.

"He is now because I healed his injuries and ailments just in time to see Randall Derwent arrive at the place in front of us. We can't afford to lose this battle because of the fact that Julilla and her forces won't stop until they bring all of us to our knees."

At that moment, we all saw a ship coming towards a clearing next to the building we were standing in front of as it landed there for a reason. Coming out of it, I noticed Randall coming out of the ship as he was making his way towards his residence, which was a penthouse that was on top of the building that was in front of us, for he wasn't about to give up the position that was handed to him with the help of corruption on the sly. The sight of him was more than enough to push anyone's buttons as he was on his way into the building that was in front of me. I also noticed several of the protestors approaching as they were armed with only picket signs to protest Derwent's rule over the poor by favoriting the wealthy. Just as I was about to enter into the building, I noticed several protestors spotting me out into the open as they had a fresh wave of hope that was there in front of them. The sight of me being there in the middle of a protest was starting to get embarrassing for me as I wasn't used to this type of behavior coming from the protestors, for they were ready to see me as their rallying cry to overthrow Randall Derwent once and for all.

"There he is!" yelled one protestor as he was carrying an anti-Derwent picket sign. "It's the savior!"

"It's what was once painted on during my visit to Zetian once!" yelled another protestor. "It's also been said that a man with long silver hair will bring his raw power to cause terror in the hearts of those who refuse to abide by his example."

"Long live the savior!"

"The savior! The savior! The savior! The savior!"

I never heard the crowd chanting like that before as they were now revering me as what I was beginning to go into. I was becoming a god in my own right as I was also most likely to be going up against those who would torment the innocent, steal from the needy, and cause widespread corruption on the sly, for this was also a time for praise in my name in this ongoing war of uncertainty…

Dean rushed towards the station in Menark as he arrived in the Impala just in time. The crowds of protestors were getting intense all over the place as he saw dozens even rioting in the streets. The sounds of glass shattering in heavily classy establishments were heavy and rife with trouble as Dean noticed several protestors coming out of one of the fancy buildings with a load of gold jewelry in their hands. Even though the protestors were declaring war against the corruptly rich for fleecing the needy for far too long. He never saw anything like it before as he also noticed several more protestors flocking towards Menark's main administration tower where Derwent's penthouse was located at. The sounds of "the savior," chanting loudly in the air made my brother run towards the sight of where Derwent's tower was at as he spotted me in front of the building. He wanted to get me out of the crossfire as he was aware that I wasn't feeling too well after my journey in the spirit world five days ago.

"Sam!"

His voice was drowned out by the sound of the protestors as he was walking towards to where I was at. He never saw the crowd get more intense as he also noticed several members of the Garrison Corps arriving to quell the violence coming from the rioters. What he didn't expect was that several of Derwent's loyalists were arriving as they were still ready to support him till the bitter end, but not for long. Just as things were getting out of line, he noticed a platoon of familiar soulless dolls arriving as they were armed with guns while shooting at some of the protestors in the streets. Dean knew of their presence very well as he was itching to get rid of some of Darbus' leftovers that were approaching without mercy or remorse. At that moment, he also noticed some of the familiar young girls in drab dresses arriving as they were screaming the moment he heard the sound of explosions in the air.

"Son-of-a-bitch!"

Dean saw some of the protestors being reduced to blood and bone as the screams of the artificial young girls were turning into explosions that were rife in the streets. When he noticed the platoon of artificial dolls in gold armor coming towards the protestors, he was ready to stop them head-on as he noticed his team of allied troops approaching. With Daorani leading the charge, she used her sniper gun to take out some of the soulless dolls that were harming the civilians, for she bore a grudge against Derwent and his close ties to the Executive Division indeed.

"You are an enemy; you must be destroyed," said some of the artificial dolls in unison.

"Burn in hell, Barbie!" yelled Dean as he changed into his diamond form.

It was a battle in the streets as Dean, Daorani, and the rest of their troops were fighting back against the onslaught of ths artificial dolls in gold armor that were causing widespread terror to the people who were fleeing the streets. The battle itself was intense as Dean led the charge against Darbus' leftovers that did the Executive Division's bidding, for he wasn't about to let them harm the people who were desperate enough to oust their tyrannical Chieftain once and for all. Everything was going in their favor until another platoon of soulless dolls were approaching with guns in their hands. With very little ammo left, Dean and his team had to make it count before it was too late, for this battle could end up being up their last.

"There's no end to this!" yelled Dvora as she saw the soulless dolls coming.

"And we're almost out of bullets, but I've got my own ammo," said Dean as he was shooting diamond projectiles at some of the enemy soldiers. "Okay, asshats, you're in need of something that's about to ruin your whole day!"

Dean continued to fire diamond projectiles at the soulless dolls that were coming as there was no end to this battle. Just when all hope was lost, everyone saw a rain of arrows coming from a group of archers that were arriving at the last minute. In the group of archers, there was a young man in Chinese battle armor as he was shooting at the enemy soldiers right and left, for he was someone who was in for the fight against the Executive Division altogether. With the battle over, the young man removed his helmet as he was there to oversee the damage that our sworn enemy had done in the form of explosions and widespread slaughter.

"Derwent's days are numbered," he said. "As for our latest skirmish, the ice queen who revels in her harem of men will end up getting her due."

"You saved the day, but that rainbow-colored asshat's still up in his tower," said Dean as he reverted back to his normal form. "Therefore, the local staff and the Medical Corps are gonna have a field day about this 'cause the Executive Division had no right to bring in suicide bombers in a crowd of picketers."

"As I recall, Dean Winchester, I was the one who gave the order to oust Randall Derwent in the first place, but with a certain tall demigod wandering in the streets, things have gone sideways." The young man reveals the Drakonar royal seal on his left hand as he was someone important to Drakonus' royal court. "For the record, I am the Emperor who called the shots to putting Randall Derwent in his place after he cozied up with the Executive Division for a long time now even before the destruction of the Sol-1 a few months back."

"Emperor Wan," said Daorani as she had a shocked look on her face. ""What are you doing out here in the midst of a battle? Does the High Court know about this?"

"Daorani Zurket from the region of Zedrikand, I presume? You sure came a long way since you were later plucked there and brought to live here before a certain tyrant took over it."

"I came here to put an end to Randall Derwent and what he is doing to the people in this region, for he won't last forever on his throne. His days of fleecing the needy and catering to the Executive Division are numbered, for we won't let him walk away from the damage that he has wrought when he won a rigged election."

"Then we'll do it 'cause we'll put that douchebag in his place once and for all," said Dean as he continued to hear the chanting for the savior in the background. "We're not pawns or puppets, but people in this matter of war, for we won't back down in a corner as long as we're alive and breathing."

Without warning, everyone saw flashes of raw power emanating from the building where the protestors were picketing as there was interference inside. Even Dean noticed it as he had a gut feeling that I would be in there pulling the stops to overthrow Derwent and his cronies from power, for there was victory coming and the Executive Division would soon begin to crawl on the knees anytime soon…

I was inside of the building that Derwent was in as I noticed it to be partially empty with nothing but servants with the same blond hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin. Randall Derwent had bits of Darbus Toller's leftovers with him as they spotted me approaching. Still, I had a job to do as I was ready to stop his servants first. With their guns pointed at me, the dolls in Derwent's staff were ready to shoot on sight as they noticed me very well. At that moment, I used my raw power as I took down some of the servants that were ready to shoot me without question. I was using my raw power to my advantage as I sprinted towards the elevator and entered inside of it. The way towards the penthouse was relevant as I was ready to stop Derwent before it was too late.

When the elevator stopped to the top of the building, I stepped out of it as I found myself in Derwent's penthouse as I saw the servants and loyalists stopping me in my tracks. I knew of them to be shooting me on sight as I saw Derwent coming out of the main entrance. He was exuberant as he was ready to humiliate me in which he was itching to even sell me out to the Executive Division, for they were not about to stop until they achieved the ultimate prize itself.

"Sam Winchester, I presume?" he said with a grin on his face. "I was busy making a tweet about you on my Chirp feed in which Julilla's been very fond of you lately."

"Randall Derwent in the flesh," I said. "From what I heard, you bilk the needy to fill your moneybags and the pockets of your greedy wealthy friends."

"For months, I've been campaigning to defeat my rival and won, for I will always keep on winning just to make my region great again."

"Does bilking and taxing the needy in and beyond your borders make you region great again?" I accidentally step on a button on the ground as a speaker system was activated to blare the conversation without warning. "The Emperor of this planet was aware of your dirty dealings with the Executive Division from the start and now you'll pay for your life dearly."

"No, Sam; it is you who will pay for your life dearly because this war that the Executive Division started has made me a profit, but I refuse to share what I have."

"You mean by embracing greed?" I hear a sound of a dog howling in the distance as I had a feeling that my target has done more than just cozying up to the Executive Division. "It seems that you made a deal with a Crossroads demon, didn't you?" I see Derwent shaking in his boots as he was in much deeper trouble than I had anticipated. "You know how the story goes the moment you make a deal with one of them. You sign away your soul to a ten-year contract and when that deal is up, then you will be pulled away to the depths of Hell in the jaws of a hellhound."

"I wanted to be rich! I wanted to be famous! I wanted to have the art of the deal in my hands, only to see my empire crumble to ruin by the likes of you! Oh, Julilla; I'm about to do away with your target, only to see him dead! Yes, I will kill him! I will do so just to win this war!"

Without warning I heard the growling of a hellhound getting louder as I saw its tracks getting closer and closer. Just as Derwent was about to get the upper hand, I saw him getting mauled to death by the invisible hellhound as his soul was being dragged towards Hell due to the contract that he made and his fate was sealed the moment he made that deal. With the latter dead and the hellhound going back towards Hell, I noticed a woman in steampunk clothing appear as she was smiling that Derwent got his due in a long time. Even the servants and loyalists in his service were fleeing as they feared being mauled the same way as their master as the time of overthrowing Derwent came to an end at the expense of the hellhound. As for the woman in question, she was adamant that she was there to collect the invisible beast as she was ready to be on her way soon. To my assumptions, I noticed her to be a Crossroads demon as she was standing next to a set of footprints the moment she brought out a pouch of dog biscuits the moment she got out one to feed the invisible beast next to her.

"That's a good boy," she said.

"I take it that you were in on this, weren't you?" I said.

"Don't shoot the messenger, kid, you'll hurt your reputation that way," said the woman.

"Derwent had it coming, but I never expected to see him make a deal with a Crossroads demon before."

"Mara appeared in front of that dead douchebag ten years ago because he was itching to make himself richer. When she appeared in front of him, he got his wish, sealed the deal for ten years, and now he's stewing in a lava pot in Hell right about now. Therefore, his dreams as Chieftain of this popsicle stand are no more just like Mara planned it. He was a criminal, a bilker, a swindler, and the worst of them all is that of being a sexual predator. He even went so far into raping a thirteen-year-old girl by the name of Daorani while she once lived there. In the end, he got it coming, for Mara targeted him for even shoving his cock into the most vulnerable and that came in the form of little girls."

It wasn't long until I saw Daorani and the rest of the allied forces burst in at the top of the penthouse as she saw Derwent's body being mauled to death. The sight of him being killed was a victory as she was thankful that he was gone and never bilking any other poor person ever again for now. It was yet another battle won by the allied forces as we were ready to bring Tovar into a new age of honesty without fear after all.

"What happened here?" she asked suspiciously.

"Derwent made a deal with a Crossroads demon, only to have his contract expire the moment his soul got dragged towards Hell," I said.

"Is this true?"

"It's true in a nutshell, kid," said the Crossroads demon. "By the name, the name's Ikra and I've been targeting crooked businessmen that don't give a rat's ass about the common man. Besides, those chumps from the Executive Division have been putting a damper on Milverton's business downstairs."

"I've never heard of what you do before until now..."

"You're looking at one, but some of them are most likely to be not on the same page," I said.

"It's the same, kid; once you make a deal with one of us in the dealing business, you get a contract for ten years," said Ikra. "Once your contract is up, your soul gets dragged downfall for all eternity. Trust me; we've been doing this for oodles of years, but the only one-hit wonder we've pulled was when your past self got brought back to life the moment his brother made a deal with only one year to live. Yeah, the latter got hauled from Perdition just to do the dirty work of the puppeteers who wrangled everything, only to have the Apocalypse started and finished up afterwards. Therefore, we'll meet again 'cause a savior's job is never done right now."

I saw Ikra and her hellhound depart as they disappeared in a plume of red smoke. At that moment, I walked towards the ledge of the penthouse yard as I saw a crowd of protestors bursting into the tower in which they were ready to ransack what was stolen from them. When I saw a microphone near the speakers that were blaring, I grabbed it as I was ready to give the poor from below a message of hope in the time of uncertainty.

"Your leader is dead!" I yelled. "A hellhound claimed his life in which he had it coming right from the start. As for what he has in parts of his properties, it's time for the common man and woman to take it back to provide for their families! It's all yours! Take it! You have every right to do so after what you went through, for the needy always comes first! What your late leader has done was cut off vital resources to the needy, the poor, the physically and mentally disabled, the veterans, and the elderly. It's time to have it returned, for it is necessary for those in need to have it!"

"Spoken like a true savior…," said Daorani as she bowed in front of me.

"Randall Derwent had it coming, but a deeper crime sealed his fate after he made that deal with a Crossroads demon," I said.

"Yes…, for I was the one who lost my innocence at that man all those years ago. I tried to tell my mother about it, but she refused to listen to me until it was too late. I was tossed out and abandoned here in Menark, only to train myself to be stronger just in time to kill him for what he's done."

"I'm so sorry about this..."

"If you had daughters, Sam, and if they were in danger of being raped at thirteen or younger, would you be able to protect them from such a sexual predator like Derwent?"

I began to think about the girls in my family as the thought of Carly, Kanna, and little Zia being in danger of the hands of a sexual predator both worried me and made me think about their safety if that ever happened. I couldn't let that happen to them like it happened to the likes of those I met during my travels, for I swore to watch over them with all my strength. When I spotted Dean entering from the elevator to the top of the penthouse, he saw what was left of Derwent as he never expected him to be mauled to death, for this was an awkward moment that we had to endure in the long run.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" he yelled. "You're supposed to be at home resting!"

"I just saw Derwent get killed by a hellhound earlier, Dean," I said.

"Ryosuke's on his way here and he's surveying every surrounding while rounding what's left of Derwent's supporters on the sly."

"Then my work's done here. As for the aftermath that occurred, Ryosuke's about to have a field day with what-"

Without warning, I felt a stabbing pain in my head as I felt the raw power surging over me. The charge of it became too much for me as I felt it blasting over the sky in which it turned the upcoming dusk into daylight. I was feeling the raw power engulfing me until Dean stepped in just in time to stop me from exploding, for I was treading on dangerous ground. By the time I became exhausted, I fell to my knees as my older brother caught me from going over the ledge, for he was concerned about my health after all that has happened earlier.

"Sam, c'mon!" he yelled. "Don't do this to me!"

I was unconscious as there was no response.

"Wake up! Damn it, don't do this right now 'cause Ryosuke's coming!"

I was unfazed as I was still in a state of unconsciousness.

"Sammy!"

I opened my eyes as I took in a sharp breath after that large surge of raw power that I had earlier the moment I spotted several members of the Medical Corps approaching. My battle was over, but there were further dangers on the horizon as this ongoing war was still there against our wishes...

Anaira rushed into the tower of the penthouse as he saw several protestors bursting in while ransacking the lobby area. With the looting still going, he spotted Taraniel standing in front of a bench as he wasn't too thrilled with Miriam's meddling. Still, the aftermath of the tower raid was yet a memory in the record books as it was won in our favor, for we had a long way to go. By the time Miriam appeared, she saw the protestors pilfering the tower as she had a grudge against those who stole, for they would be punished by God Himself due to the Eighth Commandment on the horizon.

"Those people are behaving like barbarians," she said.

"Well, they needed what was taken away from them back in their hands," said Anaira.

"And what about Sam?" asked Taraniel. "What the hell did you do, Miriam? Didn't you of all people cause this besides him?"

"Sam… did his duty and that is all…," she said.

"What duty?" asked Anaira.

"Sam was to eliminate Randall Derwent, only to-"

"-See a hellhound drag his ass off towards Hell?" said a familiar face as he strolled into the building with his usual civilian clothing. "Hello, Miriam; long time no see..."

It was Crowley as he was surveying the building one slow step at a time. Even though he was undetected by his brethren and other angels, he was in the sights of Taraniel and Miriam as he knew them very well. Even Anaira was aware of the former King of Hell as he heard stories about how his attempts to manipulate things in his favor constantly fell flat, for he wasn't about to flee yet.

"I had a feeling that you would slip under the radar of Grandfather, Crowley," he said.

"Anaira Mitani, I presume?" he said. "It seems that you've got a better sense of humor than Habanero, who is still busting his balls trying to heal the sick and injured."

"Mind your attitude, Crowley," said Miriam. "You came at the wrong time just to gloat at the bloodshed that occurred here, only to see this region's leader die prematurely."

"Moose 2.0 wasn't the one who killed that rainbow-colored shithead who owed me tons of money, only to see a hellhound go in and take him out to my former humble abode."

"Are you saying Derwent made a deal with a Crossroads demon under all of our noses?" said Taraniel. "Spill it before you get an angel blade shoved up your nose again like it was in the Elder Days."

"Randall Derwent made a deal ten years ago, only to have it expire the moment Scooby-Doo came in and dragged his soul off to Hell. Still, it's a win-win situation, but the Executive Division has been gaining power since General Wetzel died, only to see his subordinate relish in the control that she has over any married man she can get her hands on."

"It's like what she's been doing to Minara Mitani when she tossed his wife and father-in-law in the gallows. Just wait till he marries again just to spit in that ice queen's face while he's at it."

"You're not the only one who wants the Executive Division and their cronies out of the picture because the sight of those suicide bombers out in the streets is being back in my teahouse in Akatsuki all over again. Still, if four-eyes took away my demonic mojo, I can get it back with or without his help because Darbus Toller was the one who killed him. Therefore, when I do get it back, then-"

"-You'll revert to your bad habits," said Miriam. "I know of this because you stab people in the back over and over again, but if you have what was taken from you returned, then I'll be the one to kill you just like what Lucifer did to you in-"

Without warning, a rush of raw power was filling the whole tower as the looters cleared the area. Whatever was going on, it wasn't good as Anaira had a gut feeling that something was wrong indeed. When he went outside, he saw the sky turn into day as the surge of raw power was to blame for what occurred earlier. By the time it stopped, the sky turned back into dusk again as Anaira saw members of the Medical Corps storming the building in which they were aware of my presence, for I was tapped in such a god-like scale indeed…

To be continued...