"Misit de summo, et accepit me; et assumpsit me de aquis multis"

"He sent from on high, and took me: and received me out of many waters"

—Unending light fills my vision, there is not a spec of color beyond unending white, my skin feels as if I'm floating in temperate water as warm as my body.

"I will give you as a gift, a crown will be put upon your head, a shroud shall be over your shoulder"

I reach out to the voice, but upon observation find no body to carry myself with.

"I will send you as a sheep, but inwardly: a wolf"

I cry out and lift up my voice, but I am not heard, there is no body to defend myself with.

"Indeed, be therefore a wolf and not a sheep if you dare call yourself my servant, graze the land without deception. Be the lion to eat straw amongst the ox, the serpent to eat dust and be glad, I will sanctify this land shall you prosper"

I cannot move to prove myself, nor signal my words, nor call to the voice and tremble.

"You shall be very man of very man, and you shall carry the very mission I gave the first man, and the last precept which is embroidered upon your chest." He calls out with great decisiveness, "Increase and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fishes of the sea, and the fowls of the air, and all living creatures that move upon the earth."

And His hand reaches down to me.

"Live. Live for others, lest you lose yourself, see the poverty and the richness of the land. See the hate and love of the laborers. I send you as a prince, listen the requests of the prisoners, release the children of the slain, lest you be slain yourself"

Light of very light illuminates my sense of self.

"This I decree, the Lord your God: who brought you out of captivity and out of despair, who gave you a war to fight and a creed to follow, who healed you at the dinner table and kept you company when you were as a sparrow alone on a housetop", I begin to fill and feel heat and tact, smell and true sight, the light gave path to colors, "who chastised you in your foolishness and rewarded you in your wisdom, who struck your back with rod and poured salt on your wounds, who anointed your scars in oil and carefully stitched your stripes"

"Restore a virtuous rule upon this land of fantasy, that the people may be joyful and rejoice before you, that your heart is overcome by lightness and the darkness is banished from your soul. That you may pride yourself a man and not a demon, a living image of me and not a treasonous angel", air enters and goes out of my system, like a machine starting up.

"Now you have my command young general, and prince of peace, be not afraid of the words you might say for they shall be put in your mouth, know that I am with you in all things whatsoever and wherever you go to." A drift takes me away softly, like a fish in a stream, a leaf in the wind, a ray of twilight.

"…M-my Lor-"

I am cut off, not by anyone or anything, but by the very reality of my situation.

Before me stand fields of lycoris -spider lilies- with not an apparent end in sight, cherry blossoms cover the land and make it hard to see beyond. God is nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be felt, nowhere to be heard. It is as it was before. I stand upon a dirt path, I suppose I will end up going down that path one way or the other, but it is notable how unkept it is.

"M-my Lord…" I test my vocal cords, which dry from the fires and seemingly unused strain under my will, even if just a bit. "…Thank you." I mutter to the iron-scented wind.

Though I would like to say many things, there is little that needs to be said, my actions should be a better thanks than my many words, I look at myself and watch closely.

The thick work pants I spent so much time wearing are on my legs, my steel toed boots cover my feet, upon my torso a white shirt and a protective jacket. There is a weight I can feel on my back, it takes very little to realize that it is a backpack. I look at one side and the other and decide to run behind a sizable tree to hide, I know nothing of this place, at least as of now, so I have to be wary.

I set down my backpack, it is one styled for mountain travels, durable and large, I open it up and check if there is anything in it. There is a Swiss blade which I kept for utility, a steel bottle with water, my Vulgate Bible and rosary. It is void of the many things I carried, but it will do.

I set everything but the blade back inside and close the backpack, I pocket the blade and put the backpack on.

I search for a weapon to use but find little. Though I say this, there are heaps of trash here and there, though it would be more correct to say debris since it almost looks like someone threw all their goods around the place whether they were well kept or actual trash. I figure a branch will do, so I grab onto one of the lowest ones I can get my hands on and bring out a little saw out of the Swiss blade, with a gentle back and forth I cut it.

And as soon as I've cut it, I put back the saw and bring out the knife, sitting down onto the side of the tree I slowly but forcefully chip away small deformities of the branch, and I sharpen one of the sides. My mother taught me how to do this along with how to make bows and fishing rods, distractedly I almost cut my fingers, it is clear that it has been a long time since I've done this, and I was never that good at it anyways. Setting down the branch and knife I check one of the two side pockets of my backpack and sure enough, there are two protective gloves, I kept three pairs before but one alone is good enough.

With practiced ease I put them on, and keep chipping away, from time to time I look to one side or another, but there is nothing. I go at it under the light of the sun, in the middle of the silence of this field, slowly it takes a better form. I end up cutting one of the sides which was too thin to do anything with it, but keep sharpening the other one, the deformities are smoothed out and the pointy part is looking good.

The wood was a little strange to me, since I am more used to trees like oak or pine, but I managed to do a pretty good job in the end despite the rough start. I pocket the blade.

I bring up the rosary, a Pater Noster grazes my lips, I bring it down and tie it to a belt loop. There is nothing more than I can do in preparation, or so I think, in hindsight I might appear an idiot, but all I have is this for now.

I walk over the lilies, stomping them underfoot, and onto the path. I can go one way or the other, to the mountain on front or to the hills at my back, I turn right, it's not like there is anything that might tell me the best option; the lilies and cherry blossom cover everything so it is quite difficult to say anything about the paths other than they are a thing.

One step, two steps, more follow. I make sure to check both sides, left and right, constantly, and my back from time to time but nothing happens. Maybe I am simply being paranoid, but God mentioned this place being a "land of fantasy", and I would rather not get jumped by an orc or goblin; not only all this, but I also cannot afford to ditch my nervousness and fear to relax now, it is not safe in the wilderness.

I breathe in and breathe out, trying to steel my nerves into a more focused state, I add speed to my steps, though I say I am focusing and steeling my nerves I don't know how much of that is true.

With the pressure I put on my leg muscles I reach what I could count as a light jog, having taken the equivalent of a warm-up, my heart pumps oxygen and at the horizon I think I can see some sort of structures.

Though I am moving quicker than before I do not cease my vigilance, from the right I notice movement on a tree a few meters on front.

I cry out, "Show yourself!" And wait. I don't know whether that movement is an animal's or a person's, so it is kind of useless to get closer, the best option is to wait.

…

Slowly a figure comes out, almost see-through there is a sort of cloud before me, and I can almost say it has floating eyes. I do not know if I can harm it, but it can't be a bad idea to keep guarding since it has not responded.

By now, it is in the middle of the road, unmoving beyond apparently looking at me.

"Who are you?" I ask it, I do not expect a response, but it is worth it to ask.

It… jumps? It seems like it didn't expect me to talk and was surprised enough to take a… "step" back, I suppose. This is strange.

Figuring out we're not understanding each other, I lower my spear, and point behind him, then I do a sort of shrug to try to emulate a question.

It appears to be happy, so I think it understood, since it also starts wandering down the road. I'll… just follow it I think, it looks too harmless.

It floats in front of me, swaying from side to side, and I can start to see the structures I talked about before. Before us stand, well, stands, the type where you would buy things in. They are made of wood, and seemingly have people around and before them, so I think I made a good choice on following that little guy and not trying to stab the ghost looking thing. Continuing the walk the pathway starts becoming something closer to an actual road, stone and gravel covering it, by the time we're basically there the ghost thing jumps up and down as if in joy, I bend my knee lightly to bow down and thank it even if I don't know what to say. Apparently happy, it wanders off away from me.

I look at is goes away before taking a look around the place, there are strangely dressed humanoids, I would say they are human, but I'd be taking a gamble I'll most likely lose.

Walking up to a stall, I ask the guy behind the counter. "Hey, you speak English?" English isn't even my first language, but I'd rather try that out than attempt to speak a language I don't know like Dutch. These people look pretty Asiatic to me, and I'd bet on Japan since this is some sort of fantasy land, if it was somewhere like China, I'd be dead already with all those crazy monsters and so-called gods I remember reading of.

The guy looks at me like I grew a second head, but tries to communicate by crossing his arms before his face and pointing to another guy at the other side of the road, I give him a thumbs up -which he most likely doesn't get either- and bow lightly before leaving.

This other guy seems a little bit richer, since his stall is more colorful and stuff, I almost run into some other dude walking around, but my hand phases through him confirming my suspicions of their lack of humanity.

Leaning into the counter I ask the other seller. "Yo, you speak English?" He looks at me confused, and for a second looks at me up and down.

"I do, what do you need." He speaks a little rushed, so I think he's not native to it either, since he's trying it out after a long time.

"I popped out in the middle of there." I point back at the way I came from casually, so he doesn't get much info out of it. "Do you know some place with civilization out here?" I try to make my phrasing as simple as possible, then.

"From Muenzuka? Civilization?" It did not work. Also, Muenzuka? There is no way right.

"Uh, any village? City?" I try to clarify; his face stays in some sort of worried frown.

"Oh, um…" He nods and looks at my spear for a little bit. "Go to Muenzuka, then be very careful of the saishi no michi, stay on the right of the forest in the bigger path and there will be the village." You know the guy actually is pretty good at English, so the "from Muenzuka" question might have been because of something else, I'm getting a bad feeling.

I smile, and bow down deeper than average. "Thank you, very much, sir." Let us poke a little bit more though. "You said to be wary of the… "saishi no michi", are there any…monsters or the like? Bakemono?" I try to throw in at least one of the Japanese words I know, suddenly he looks even more serious, it seems it might have been a mistake.

"…Are you an outsider?" He asks in hushed whisper, coming closer to me, my hands attempt to tremble, but I grab tightly and try to calm myself.

"If I were, what would be the problem?" I ask, whispering back, his brows furrow.

"Outsiders are fair prey, do not tell anyone you are an outsider." He confirms my fears, "You look like an outsider and talk English, but you walk and act like a villager, that spear of yours might make you seem like a hunter." He looks around for a moment and turns back to me, "There are monsters in the saishi no michi but you can usually cross it if you act confident."

I nod back, "I will remember that, you have my gratitude." I turn back but he grabs my arm before I can go. He is strong for being some sort of spirit.

"I was a rich man before death, now I am a merchant stuck here, outsiders sell good things…if you make it, come back and pay that…gratitude at least." He asks, or is it a demand? "I might have to haunt you if you don't." The merchant smirks jokingly, I suppose giving him some info I've learned is not such a difficult thing.

"I will, when I can say I have survived for sure, I will repay you." I tell him, he lets go, I'm kinda glad he didn't ask for anything now and trusted me to leave emptyhanded. "Before I go, what is your name so that I can ask for you?"

"Hisashi, Nakamura Hisashi." I turn back to him for a moment and hold my hand out, for a second he looks at it before grasping it, we shake hands.

"My name is Focalor," I give him my "name", we separate, "I have no family name here."

"Fo-ka-ro-ru…" He tries it out, I think. "Got it." Do you?

"I've heard your people put words after names to match their relation, but you may simply call me Focalor, I will call you Hisashi." I nod towards him and he nods back, apparently, he doesn't care, "Until next time."

I turn back and go back down the road; it is hard to believe what I've learned, but from what I've gathered this has to be Gensokyo, beyond being a mere land of fantasy this is THE Land of Fantasy. The land I crossed by pure luck was Muenzuka, and the venue I am in must be the Road of Liminality… so "Saishi no Michi" must be in turn the Road of Reconsideration, I'm incredibly fucked. Not to mention, that guy must have been released out of Muenzuka so I'm glad he didn't scam me, though it might have to be with the fact that I am an outsider.

From a mercantile perspective, having someone with higher technological knowledge is a great deal regarding market competence, not to mention the fact that he could make publicity out of it. "Now selling goods powered with outsider technology!", I imagine it will rack some good money, which might be certainly needed in this place's hell.

I reach what is the "end" -or I suppose start- of the road and sit for a moment at the side of one of the stalls there, I hold my breath and exhale. I need to calm down, from an outside perspective I might look composed, but I certainly am not. I was given the order to live at all costs, and now I am placed in the middle of a hellhole for people like me, I really need to reach the human village, we'll see what to do later behind those walls. Breathe in, breathe out. I consider praying but doing it near so many undead beings and the like might be a bad idea now that I think about it. I do not know how my faith will work in Gensokyo, but I would rather not test it without precaution on innocent people.

A little calmer, I stand up and stretch, and back to jogging we go. This time I go slower, it wouldn't do if I got jumped and I was too exhausted to fight, I have a makeshift weapon and my own strength, but what if that isn't enough? I shake my head, there is nothing I can do, it is sink or swim, if I deviate from this path I will only be at higher risk.

Faster than I realize, I step afoot into Muenzuka, the spider lilies now carry a different weight, if I remember correctly, they are even considered poisonous.

It is either because of the time of the day -since it seems to be a little past midday according to the sun- or because of pure luck, but as I go on, I find no trouble to meet me.

Walking through Muenzuka I take a bit to take in the land around me, the mountain I talked about earlier must be the Youkai Mountain, I almost consider seeking the Moriya before thinking what a horrible idea walking up there from here must be.

And so, I continue going towards the Road of Reconsideration, avoiding flowers as much as I can I reach some sort of little clearing, I don't remember passing the place where I was transported but this just further reinforces the fact, I haven't seen much of Muenzuka.

If I have read correctly, the place isn't even supposed to be very big, but it seems the monotony of a thousand flowers accompanied by the fact I have to be careful about everything has made it appear as if time flows for far longer than it actually does.

On another note, how does time flow in Gensokyo? I've seen people say that it simply doesn't, despite seeing growth in different characters, is it merely based on faith?

I shake my head, maybe some specific people grow old with the flow of the outside world while everyone else remains in some sort of "Gensokyan Timeline"? That way would explain Akyuu's growth and people like Reimu having apparent immortality, not to mention the people of the Moriya shrine saying they have all the time in the world here in Gensokyo.

The time dances at the pace it wants, apparently, it is foolishness to try to decipher it, like a chasing after the wind. I suppose to the residents this might be normal, but it also might be a problem for someone like me who is so used to standardized time and similar stuff.

While I've been thinking, I have crossed into what I think is the Road of Reconsideration, Muenzuka truly wasn't that large. I have to pay close attention now, from behind the trees I've already seen some sort of ghost watching me, but it doesn't seem to be willing to attack me.

My steps become longer, I stretch out my legs and pick up the pace, a look to the left and a look to the right first, then to the back the latest. It doesn't seem like I am being followed, but I can hear the rustling of dirt and plants somewhere, so I won't be tempted to cease my paranoia, it has kept me alive until now so I will feed it.

From the left the rustling of leaves and flowers quickly coming close alerts me, I point my spear at the sound, prepared to pounce. I do not know how strong youkai truly are, but I have trained all my life, exercise was the norm in my family; I most likely will be unable to outrun it, but if I stand firm and show my tenacity it might find a fight enough of a negative incentive to turn around and leave me.

"Come out and fight me." I voice out my resolve and as if comprehending my words, the rustling leaves and flowers give path to a wolf.

The wolf before me is smaller than the ones I've seen before, its fur is brownish, and it almost looks more like a wild dog than a wolf. The eyes stand out, it watches me closely. I think I better be the first to move before it thinks I'm a coward.

"Ahh-!", I scream out and advance as I thrust my spear towards it, it recoils, steps back and growls at me showing its teeth. It seems to be more aggressive than normal wolves, since lonely wolves would have usually turned back and ran away… it is either that or there are more wolves here and I'm getting in greater trouble than I think I am in.

We are going to have to fight, I get closer, and it gets closer, it seems we both understand there is no way out of this, and I cannot even think of having a dialogue with this beast.

I take a sprint and try to hit it in the face, wolves are most sensitive there, so I must see how similar this youkai is to his appearance before making more assumptions. It dodges and starts circling me, I follow pace and keep my distance, but it doesn't attack. Muenzuka and the Road of Consideration often import depressed suicidal outsiders and criminals, don't they? Maybe it expects me to give up? If not, I hope youkai here aren't persistence hunters, it would be a shame if they took our spot… I take off in sprint.

I feint an attack as soon as I'm close enough, but as it tries to dodge and move back I pick up my speed and strike it in its face, it flinches and moves much further away. From a safer distance it growls at me, it seems much angrier than it was before, but now I know how similar it is to a good old canine. It pounces at me, it's certainly faster than I am, but as I have not been struck in the back by another wolf, I can guess that it's alone.

I put my spear in horizontal in an attempt to deflect the wolf, but its small stature makes it a little hard, I do not fail however and push it to the left with the right side of the sharpened stick I've taken as a weapon. Now it's the time, as it strikes the soil trying to retain its balance I stab it on the side, water-like crimson covers the point of the wooden spear, now I can call it a true weapon; it bleeds so I can kill it.

I have to try something, I can't simply slack in my strength, "Benedictus Dominus Deus meus, qui docet manus meas ad praelium, et digitos meos ad bellum-" The wolf flinches, my theory is correct.

Holiness still affects evil spirits, does not matter out of what religious doctrine you pull that faith from, noted. But now the battle has heated up, sensing the danger of my self, it pounces with much more strength than it used to; now it is not fighting for a meal, it is fighting for survival just like me. Its teeth sink into my spear, and we wrestle from side to side as I try to kick it in its torso. The spear snaps in half, the wolf's teeth crush the wood, and I strike it with the blunt part of the spear before swapping the sharpened half to my other hand. It appears things have gone badly very quickly

The youkai takes me by surprise by counteracting quickly and bites my forearm, but with my weight I let myself fall on top of it, its teeth sink deeper because of that and I'm quickly bleeding, but now it's immobilized and below me, unable to do much more than munch there.

"S-smite him in the face!" I chant the Golden-mouthed's words in between the pain I'm suffering, "Strike his mouth!" I punch it and stab it again and again though the pain and lack of oxygen threatens to shut me down, "S-sanctify… your fist… with the blow!" I tightly grab the spear and with all my strength stab the beast through its throat. It bites harder in the following death throes, gnashing at my arm, blood flowing into the dirt. It worked better than I thought it would, a verse about blasphemy in a homily about statues.

In a desperate attempt I open my mouth and hook my teeth into the thing's wound, and bite back, trying to put it down I bite harder and harder, pulling to one side and the other, the wolf's whimpers and growls are carried by the wind in the middle of the day. I bite so hard that I worry my teeth might rupture, but I do not cease, if I do not kill this thing I will surely die. I pull once again, and it lets go, I scramble to put my knees on top of it so that it may not escape.

I pick up the remains of my spear, bloodied and on the verge of collapse, trembling with fear.

"M-militia…haa… est vita hominis super terram…e-et sicut dies mercenarii…dies ejus." I hope this prayer is enough, I bring up the stake to the heavens as if in offering and bring it down.

Again, and again. And again, and again.

Without stopping I stab it, mechanically I rise and fall, once and twice and thrice again.

It's almost automatic, and I feel as if I shouldn't stop, but black creeps on the sides of my vision, my gaze becomes grainy. Without a doubt I'll fall soon, too.

"…haa-" I exhale and inhale, but I feel like I'm about to die.

"…███ ███████." A male voice reaches my ears, but I can neither see nor afford to talk loud enough to call out to him.

Stepping near me I hear him kneel, and grab my arm, my free right arm moves towards where I think his is, I attempt to hug it tightly and pathetically intone, "P-please, don't leave me here."

He takes a little to respond, but comes out in thickly accented English, "I will help."

I know not who this man is, and I know not if he'll truly help, but I can't do much about. If I'm left here, I will die, and I would feel like a fool if I failed my mission on the first day.

"…haa." I exhale one last time, and relax, letting darkness take me.

…

…

…

Rinnosuke hits the pipe of the smoking device he is yet to find a name for, but the outsider he caught got him in some trouble since carrying an unconscious bleeding human is not seen favorably, so he deserves a little treat.

"So what's the tale, Kourin?" Marisa sits at his side eating a piece of bread, he went and called her to get some help with translating since the outsider spoke English; despite everything about him being related to the outside world, he doesn't actually speak much of the merchants' lingua franca, but Marisa does so it was a good thing that she was free.

To her right side lays the wounded outsider on a table, his arm is covered in bloodstained cloth, but it seems like the blood has stopped flowing.

"I found him on my way to Muenzuka, in the middle of the Road of Reconsideration." He tells her.

"Oh, so he's one of those…" Marisa makes a sour face.

"Well, as you can see those are bitemarks, and I found him after he stabbed a yamainu until death." Rinnosuke shakes his head, "It seems he wanted to live, because he asked me something about living when I came near him, so he either is a normal outsider or a criminal."

"He looks too fancy for a criminal." Marisa unreasonably reasons, "What'd he have in that big backpack anyways."

"Nothing worth taking I assure you." Rinnosuke lightly grins, "There was a bottle with water and a book in a language which I can't read, but he also had these wooden beads with a cross and one of those multi-use tools, he might be one of those kirishitan I've heard about, so I doubt a westerner would have come here just to die."

"Yer sayin' a new cool tool isn't worth taking?" Marisa brings out her hand, "Gimme, I want to at least take a look, and bring out the book so I can pass time until he wakes up."

Rinnosuke doesn't fight much her demands, it would only make things annoying, bringing out the book out of the backpack and picking up the Swiss blade from a nearby table he hands them over.

"Here you go, have fun."

Marisa checks out the Swiss blade, bringing out the knife, saw, and…nail file?

Whistling she observes, "Might have to take this as payment." Bottle opener, pliers…

"It just keeps going." Marisa starts putting back the tools in their place, seemingly pleased. "Now onto the big book!"

She opens the first pages. "Ah, this is an editor's note." And passes a few pages more, "In principio creavit Deus caelum et terram. Yep, this guy's definitely a Christian."

"…How can you be sure of that?" Rinnosuke questions skeptically.

Marisa smirks in response and points a thumb at herself, "I've borrowed this book before from Patche's library, just in another language, it's like their "holy book" or something, they all start the same, anyways I'm not reading it." She closes it and gives it back to him, "Not a big fan of that stuff even if I haven't read it, it's just a book of stories dedicated to their god, I heard that people on the outside could do like magic with it from Alice though so I might ask the guy when he wakes up."

"At least give him a break, he got lucky to survive that." Rinnosuke shakes his head.

"Whaaat? Are ya telling me that I just get an "I'll pay ya back" from my troubles?" Marisa jokes around.

"You might not get anything at all if you pester the guy that much when he wakes up." Rinnosuke chuckles a little.

Hey, this is the first fanfiction I'm uploading, ever. I've written a few times but only to myself. The plan for this story is a little bit of nation building, or something along the lines, I also wanted my first story with magic in it to have some actual western esotericism so expect more than the main guy being named after a Grand Duke of hell.

I'll try to insert some of my own (and my family's) experiences as an occultist to make it more realistic (so in a way you may call this some sort of self-insert even if I'm very different from the main character), but the esotericism in question will be largely catholic, since I want this story to be some sort of "redemption" story as can be noticed by the selection of the demon and the name of the story. Expect sermons, Bible verses and sacraments used as "spells" of some sort (or thaumaturgy if you will).

The catholic elements will be a part of the main character only, and maybe one or two minor characters more who may convert, so don't expect to have Reimu hailing Mary; for the Buddhist, Shinto and Confucian characters there will be a focus to their religions and different sects (Okina and Byakuren might come to fists if they have to talk about the Buddha). The plan in total is to have some sort of narrative revolting around perennialism (not the Evolaic kind though) and general spiritualism where people find a way to tolerate each other without stepping on their enemies' feet. Also don't expect many outsider politics or ethics except the ones common to the setting, like royal lines or republics, youkai in the human legislation, and maybe Byakuren discussing samsara and the Gion Shoja temple bells.

"It's a Long Way to New Jerusalem" is a reference to It's a Long Way to Tipperary, the original sense of the song was of missing the city the soldier left, but the main character is in turn trying to reach New Jerusalem (or, heaven) if you hadn't noticed. I'd also like to try to actually add to the whole "increase and multiply", everyone needs some love, but I'll see how I'll do it considering the whole "don't do contracts with devils" stuff since marriage is kind of a contract and youkai are basically demons (in the sense that they are spirits).

I'd appreciate any heavy criticism, like just hit me hard if you read this and you've got anything to say, as I've mentioned this is the first time I publish anything online so I really need it. If it is too melodramatic, if it is too dry or too fast, if I wrote too little and you want longer chapters, et cetera, et cetera. I wrote this (5400 or so words) in around 3 days, but it would be more honest to say 3 hours since I lazed around in between or had to go work and left things half done, so if something like an incredibly long chapter (like Freakin Gensokyo's 16k words per chapter) with multiple scene breaks is more desirable I might try it out. I have spellchecked around, but if there are any orthographic errors or phrases you may find clunky, or if they sound weird when you read them, I'd also appreciate your opinions even if they are few.

The inspiration that I got from Freakin Gensokyo to post this is incredibly large (though Freakin Gensokyo is done in a much sillier fashion to overcoat the cruelty) so I wish to thank people like Brad, Nomura San (Foreign Disciple in Paradise), ProbablyJoe (Forbidden Lead), jajaname (Gensokyo Misadventures) and the rest of the community surrounding the devoted side of fanfiction writers that I may forget or that I may not have read yet, who truly love good literature.

As a last thing, here's Johann Weyer's description of Focalor, so you may get the type of guy he inherently was (note that by being in purgatory that means he was actively fighting it) and why he was brought out of purgatory: "Focalor is a great duke comming foorth as a man, with wings like a griphen, he killeth men, and drowneth them in the waters, and overturneth ships of warre, commanding and ruling both winds and seas. And let the conjuror note, that if he bid him hurt no man, he willinglie consenteth thereto: he hopeth after 1000. yeares to returne to the seventh throne, but he is deceived, he hath thirty legions."