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Envy Ring, Leviathan's Castle
Leviathan was currently floating in his pool thinking. Mammon obviously had big plans for that imp, Striker. Now that his attempt at kidnapping Fizzaroli failed Striker would be out of commission for some time. Although Striker had access to holy weapons that still wouldn't kill Princess Charlie. If he wanted the princess gone he would need someone with substantial power. Mulling things over he finally thought of someone. One of the overlords from his ring would do nicely. This particular overlord was named Baxter. He had come to learn that the princess and Baxter had a romantic past. He could exploit that weakness and finally get rid of that ridiculous girl. He smirked and knew all he had to do was obtain an angelic weapon. He called Mammon on the hellephone and waited for that stupid insect to answer.
After a few rings, he heard a slimy voice yell, "What!? I am very busy!" Leviathan grimaced, he hated having to deal with this slob. He took a calming breath and asked, "How would you like to make a lot of money Mammon?" He could hear Mammon's breath hitch and he continued, "I have a favor to ask of you. Put me in contact with that silly little imp you used, He has something I need." He could hear that greasy bastard smirk through the phone, Mammon asked, "What's in it for me?" Leviathan sighed and said, "Ten million dollars should suffice." Mammon smiled and said, "Yes, that should be quite adequate. His number is (666) - 469 - 4674. Now are we done here? Time is money." Leviathan cut the connection and went to his banking app to send the ten million to Mammon. After that was done he used the number to scry Strikers location.
The scrying portal opened up after a few seconds and it showed a mostly healed Striker. He was currently lying in a seedy motel room. He smirked and called the number. Striker groaned at the ringing and looked at his phone. He raised an eyebrow in confusion due to the unrecognizable number. He picked up the phone with his good arm and answered tentatively, "Hello, this is Striker." Leviathan smirked at the uncertain tone of the imp and said, "I know who you are Striker, My name is Leviathan." Striker gulped and asked, "The Sin of Envy?" Leviathan decided to put a little fear into this little imp and layered his voice in demonic undertones. He said, "The Same. I have need of an angelic dagger. If you send one post-haste, I shall be grateful. In return, I shall gift you two souls of my choosing. I will transfer over ownership of their contracts to you and you can do whatever you wish with them. Does that sound like a fair deal?" Striker was ecstatic, this deal was too good to pass up. He calmed down and replied, "Yes, this is acceptable. How will I send you the dagger?" Suddenly, a swirling portal opened up and Leviathan said, "Throw the dagger through that and the two souls will appear in your motel room within 24 hours."
Striker grimaced as he got up and walked toward a lockbox. He entered the combination and opened the box. He extracted his angelic knife and tossed it through the portal. It swirled a deep purple before it spat out two soul contracts and closed. Leviathan smirked as he picked up the angelic knife, he summoned a portal and called Baxter through it. The portal opened and showed a laboratory setting. Baxter was working on a new experiment. He was carefully pouring a beaker into a vat when he heard someone yell his name. His body jerked and the vat blew up. The explosion destroyed a good portion of the lab and Baxter was buried under the rubble. Baxter groaned and slowly lifted the debris off himself. He looked around and saw the face of Leviathan, he instantly stood up and asked, "Yes Lord Leviathan, how may I be of service?" Leviathan smirked and inquired, "You used to date Princess Magne, correct?" Baxter nodded and Leviathan continued, "I want her gone. I have recently acquired a way for you to erase her. Are you up to the task?"
Baxter thought about that for a while. He held no love for Lucifer's spawn anymore and he needed ways to run more experiments so he asked, "If I do this, what will I get in return?" Leviathan loved someone who could be bought. He said, "I will give you an endless supply of test subjects for your experiments, it must be difficult to come by volunteers. So do we have a deal?" Baxter smiled at the proposition and said, "Yes, my lord." Baxter had to jump out of the way because Leviathan tossed a dagger through the portal. He looked at Baxter and said, "Use this dagger once you are close enough to her. It is angelic and will be enough to erase her from the cosmos. Let me know when this is done and I will hold up my end of the bargain." Baxter nodded as the portal closed and went to pick up the dagger. He sealed his lab and went online to buy a train ticket to the Pride Ring. Charlie never left her home for long and all he would have to do is track her down. He couldn't help smirking to himself. As soon as this easy job was done, he would have all the test subjects he wanted.
Old Scratch Motel, Wrath Ring
Striker was lying in his bed recuperating. That fucking Imp had gotten the best of him and he now had Asmodeus out for his hide. There was a slight whooshing sound in the middle of the room and Striker immediately had a holy pistol aimed at the noise. Two demons popped into the room and looked around in confusion. One was a male in his late Thirties. He had an average build and a plain face. His horns stood straight up and he had a large scar running from his right eye to his chin. The other was a female, about twenty-nine. She was a beautiful demon with long purple hair and an hourglass figure. She had no horns to speak of but her tail split into two forks. They both looked at the gun-wielding Striker and asked in unison, "What are we doing here?" Striker grinned and felt a foreign power fill his body he reached out with his one good arm and ghostly green chains appeared in his hand. He looked at the two souls under his command and said, "You are here to serve me. I own you now." Striker started to chuckle as the two enslaved souls looked at each other with uncertainty.
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