In a dark and cold dungeon room, sat a lonely tan colored Goetia. Bearing nothing but a pair of golden chains on his wrists, his body was thinly, frail and weak. Sitting in a shadowy corner of the barely lit room, he moved his tan feathers away from his barely clothed lap. Starring at his chains with his four teal eyes, a single tear fell from his face as he sniffed hard. "When will I start learning how to do more than just my illusions.." he said to himself weakly. As he leaned his head back into his lap, he waved his hand as two illusioned clones of himself appeared within a teal smoke as one of them looked cheerful and while the other seemed dreadfully bored of his place. The cheerful clone nuzzled up to the Goetia as he cooed loudly while the other instantly laid back. "What seems to be the problem my dear friend?" The cheerful clone asked while caressing the original's shoulder. "It has been nearly a decade since I was sold into his service.. And I should have learned something by now.." the owl demon cried as he laid his head into his lap in sorrow. Crying loudly as he laid his head in his feathery lap. The illusion clone felt a darken dread taking over him as he could only pat the original's back. Holding him close to his puffy chest feathers, he leaned his head onto the original as the second clone sighed heavily. "GYAAAAAAADDDD this is boring! Hearing your deafening screams is quite sad you know," dread clone expressively said. The cheerful one replied out loud, "OH WILL YOU BE QUIET! You're always like this." "What... Right? Bored?" "IGNORANT! Not to mention loud!" The cheerful clone yelled while suddenly closing his beak with his two hands. Looking at the door to the end of the room, he waited quietly.
Hoping for the silence to continue, he starred heavily at the door. Seemingly sweating with fear and tension. Suddenly, the bored clone leaned towards the cheerful as he plucked a feather straight from his head as the clone yelped with a high pathetic pitch. "You call me loud, when you're worst then the both of us combined filled with crack," the bored clone sighed while waving the plucked feather in his hand back and forth like a swing pushed by air. The cheerful clone huffed his chest as he quickly grabbed his feather back. As the bored clone rolled his eyes, he went back to laid down on his back as he said, "I don't even know why you care.. We're fake, false, illusions." "It's the principle that matters!" the cheerful clone said with a distasteful grace. As he went to sit next to the original, he continued to caress the original's head. "It's going to be ok.. He'll teach you at some point!" "It's my twenty-first birthday.." the original said. Seemingly moving his hand away from the original in shame as the clone looked to the other. The bored one looked back to the other as he sighed hard in boredom. "Look... How about we do something special! We can change the room to however you like!" "Sure.." the original answered the cheerful clone. As he slowly moved up from his sadden ball, he wobbled heavily as the cheerful clone attempted to grab the frail and thin body of the Goetia demon. "CAREFUL! You'll hurt yourself!" the cheery one said. "And who is to blame for his state? Certainly not us.." the bored clone exclaimed boldly. "Not now.. Please.. Come help me, he needs help.." as the clone begged. There was a heavy knocking on the door, knocking three times as the voice behind it said. "Get ready. He demands your presence."
Both clones looked surprised as they turned their attention to one another in fear. "Oh shit..." "QUICK! GRAB HIS ARMS! He's too weak!" the clones began to speak to one another. Once again the voice behind the door knocked the frame as he said, "What did the Count tell you about using your magic!" "Please come help! He can't get up!" the cheerful clone begged loudly. "How did he even summon us in the first place?" the bored clone said as he tried to pick up their original. Jangling noises occurred behind the door while the clones frantically picked up their original being. "Quick quick!" the cheery one cried. Grabbing his arms and holding him upon his shoulders, the door immediately opened fast as it was a heavy tan hyena Sinner. Wearing spiked shoulder pads underneath his black business suit followed by a pure black tie. "Again with this nonsense? How many times you gotta break the Count's rules?" the Hyena Sinner said as he pulled out a small black glock and pointed his weapon at the clones. Seemingly scared for their lives, they stood still while holding their original in their arms. "Please.. He needs food.. Medical care.. Anything!" the cheery one cried. The hyena sinner glared at the two clone Goetias holding the original. Searching his coat pocket and pulled out a cellphone immediately, he dial one number on his phone while retaining his focus on the group. He quickly pulled his phone to his ear as he began to speak. "My lord, we may have a problem. The kid hasn't eaten and can barely move. He resorted to using his illusions to help again." He waited for a response and listened carefully. Seemingly cold, he eyed at the clones holding the true Goetia as he started to feel himself losing focus. "Yes my lord. Will do," the Hyena said as he closed his phone. He kept glaring at the Goetia and his fakes as he said to them, "Come." As he turned away from the group and walked away, the two clones followed along as they carried the original. "Great... We're gonna get killed.. Again.." The bored one said as he carried the weak original.
"Will you hush! Maybe the Count will finally keep his promise," the cheery one cried with joy as he stomped his talons on the floor. Making his original bounce along with him as he cried softly with pain, "Ouch.." "Keep your mouths shut. You're already in trouble for making another set of clones you little brat." As the group continued their walk down the long, gigantic hallway. Portraits of unique images were lined along the walls. Images of a large shadowy figure riding a fiery hellish horse, leading a massive army. Another portrayed the same figure with a harem of men and women, chained up and wearing scantily clad clothing. The cheerful clone looked at the portrait and felt a strange sense of arousal and disgust, while the other starred forward as he sighed with a heavy feeling of ennui. "Excuse me my good man..." The cheery clone was about to speak when a bullet flew past his head. Leaving the fake Goetia in silence and fear as he starred at the Hyena Sinner. "Talk out of line one more time and I will put a bullet in all three of you." The Clone nodded his head in fear quickly as he kept hold on the original Goetia. Sighing weakly, he was nodding on and off from exhaustion. The clones looked at their original as they immediately bulged their eyes out of fear as they continued to walk with a quicken pace.
Slowly towards the end of their walk, they made it to a gigantic wooden door. Designed with golden jewels and rubies of demonic nature. As the Hyena Sinner walked to the door, he pushed it hard and watched as the heavy door was forced open. The two clones watched with a bizarre curiosity as they starred at the Sinner. "You lot first," he said with an angry deep tone. Quickly nodding their heads, they walked quickly through the gigantic doorway. As they walked through the door, they saw gigantic stone pillars designed to imitate ancient Roman architectures, symbols of Hell were etched onto the very pillars that held the ceiling. They walked and saw the same men and women from the previous portrait chained to each pillar, naked and scared as they whimpered greatly in pain. Claw marks deep on their skin could be seen as the Goetia clones immediately winced in fear as they kept walking by them. At the end of the room was a gorgeous throne adorned with golden feathery wings and a sigil behind the throne. It glowed a light purple with a five point pentagram adorned with circles inside the sigil and the word "Vinea" within the circled lines. Each of the letters matched with the point of the pentagram and sitting on the throne was a darken shadow. The figure seemed big and muscular as he sat on his throne patiently waiting for the group to arrive. Tapping his thick fingers on the seat of throne's arm, eyes of a violent light purple starred at the group, watching them sat the original Goetia down on the floor. He starred down heavily from his throne as he snapped his claws. The Clones quickly looked behind them as they saw the door closing immediately with a loud thud, echoing throughout the room. Making not only the Goetia clones shiver in fear, but the sinners of men and women quaked with fright. The two Goetia clones slowly looked to the top of the throne as they heard the creature speak with a heavy tone, "SPEAK." "Well.. You see my lord.." the cheerful clone tried to speak when he was interrupted by the shadowy demon as he said.
"I DID NOT TALK TO YOU!" the demon lord screamed loudly in anger. As he raised his hands, the cheerful clone was picked up in the air and began to contort heavily into a ball as bones began to crack and his muscles were twisted with his beak pulled apart widely. The shadowy figure lowered his hand as the ball fell quickly on the floor, and all watched as the ball disappeared into a cloud of teal smoke. The bored clone said out loud, "Well... Looks like he won't be playing basketball for a week.." When suddenly the bored clone felt a strong irritation on his skin as he felt his body slowly burning up. Looking at his long tan tail feathers, he witnessed that a fire had started on him and looked strangely irritated by the flames. "Not again..." the flames quickly overtaken him as it engulfed him in a quick pace. The original Goetia slowly noticed that his clones were gone and recognized the being on top of the throne. "C.. Count.. V.. Vine.. Vinea.." The Goetia slowly said. The shadow figure chuckled loudly as he continued to stare at the weak demon. As he stood up, the room itself started to shift wildly. The pillars twisted, the sinners melted into goo as screams of death escaped their mouths. The Goetia quickly picked himself up as he looked around in fear, his four eyes quickly gazed around seeing his surroundings changing immediately. With every step the shadowy figure took, the room grew spikes, then shifted to spirals. The world around the Goetia began to change drastically as he quickly looked to his sides as he started to run. But as he did, he could not move forward nor faster. "You think you'll be free of me? You think you will be a great lord of Hell?" the shadowy figure laughed with a dark delight. Moving closer to the Goetia, the dark figure kept changing the world around the two of them. Turning everything into a dark sludge of despair and death.
The Goetia kept running but only felt the darkness slowly clinging onto his talons as he looked down in fear. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!" he cried, but a demented laughter came behind him as the Goetia looked back to him. "No one will save you... ALISTAIR," the voice screamed. The shadowy figure moved closer and closer, reaching with his demonic hand. The Goetia known as Alistair cried louder in fear as he kept running and instantly closed them. "Alistair... Alistair!" the shadowy figure continued to reach towards him with his large hand. When a feminine voice had cried out loud saying his name, "ALISTAIR! AL!" Within moments, Alistair opened his eyes and moved up from his bed. Panting heavily as he started to look at his surroundings. Seeing a room filled with goth accessories and textbooks lined up on the floor depicting information technology and computer technician knowledge. Looking to his side, he noticed a bright red imp with medium length hair followed by white stripes in her hair. Sharp piercing eyes of blue and black and horns of thick black and thick white stripes. She was looking at Alistair with a deep worry as she held his hand immediately. Alistair looked to her softly as he continued to pant with fear. "T.. Trinity.." "It happened again didn't it.. The dream?" She asked. Slowly he nodded his head while the panting continued. Trinity made Alistair lean into her arms as she started to caress his head. "What was it this time sweet Birdy.." She asked. As Alistair continued to feel the caressing touch of Trinity. "He.. I.. I was back in my old dungeon.. And I hadn't eaten in..." Alistair started to whimper only for the imp to calm the demon. "It's ok... He's not gonna hurt you babe. I got you," Trinity responded, caressing her lover tenderly. The tan Goetia looked to the window outside seeing the hellish red sky filling his view as he thought to himself, 'I can't go on like this.. This.. Must end.'
[Author's note: I greatly apologize for the delay. I had planned on releasing this around Christmas time but there were many complications (none of which bad I can assure you all, had an amazing baby with my amazing wife before Christmas!) So for the rest of this book, I will release a chapter weekly, every Wednesday between 8:30pm-9:00pm GMT. And during this time period, I will be resting my brain and thinking of another book for the story. As well as planning for a brand new fans series... Not related to the Hellaverse but to a series dear to my heart. The series name will be called... Saishu Sentai, Spargers! So stay tune for the upcoming chapters and be ready for the Spargers coming soon!]