Kapitel 2: An Adorable Prince of Apocalypse
Now that the demon is out of the way, it's time for Ender to deal with the elephant in the room.
"Marshall, I need you to dab," Ender said through her earphone.
"Pardon? You mean like the pose? Why should I?"
"Because I don't have all night to draw your insignia, now shut up and dab!"
Ender then dipped her blade into Ragnar's blood and start drawing a large circle on the ground. As badass as it may seem, a knife makes a horrible paintbrush. The girl has to dip her blade into Ragnar's rotten flesh a dozen times to finish a large circle.
"Ma'am, how long am I supposed to dab? I can't see anything."
Symbols after symbols were written out on the ground with Ragnar's blood. The characters resemble the greek and roman letters. Basic summoning circle every cultist learned from demon cult elementary school.
The one Ender making, however, is a unique one. While most summoning circle would summon the demon equal in willpower to its summoner, this one summons the one specified in the middle of the pattern. In this case, a drawing of a dabbing stickman.
"Keep at it, demon blood reeks…" Ender said while putting some finishing touch on the summoning circle.
"I still fail to see how that has anything to do with me making this humiliating pose…"
The blade was thrown carelessly on the ground. The black demon blood glows crimson red, and the ground started to shake. The cold night wind started to pick up, and flashes of thunder appeared from a distance.
With an earth shattering explosion, the ground split open, shooting out red rays of light. A miasma of dark blue cloud slowly appeared from it. The miasma formed into a normal-looking dark-haired teenage boy wearing a white trench coat. The boy has his face covered in a perfect dabbing pose and a pair of dark blue wings tucked behind its back.
This teenage boy is none other than Valmir Apocalypse, the prince of the thirteenth hell, one prophesized to end the world and bring forth the apocalypse. He's also a Tier-Five C-Rank Shadow Class Agent, with the code name Marshall.
"Ma'am! Something is happening! Should I stop dabbing?" Marshall asked.
"No, keep going, you're doing great," Ender said while smirking and taking out her phone. She's not passing up the opportunity to get the Prince of Apocalypse's picture, making a fool of himself.
With a click from her camera, Marshall stopped dabbing and looked at Ender in annoyance. "Why dabbing though?"
"Because no one in their right mind would do something that humiliating anymore," Ender walked towards her blade that's covered with black demon blood. She picked it up and handed it to Marshall. "Here, as promised…"
Marshall is quite a dignified demon, but really, what kind of demon could resist the raw taste of the blood from its own kin? A sweet childish smile formed on his face as he took the blade from Ender's hand. "Thank you so much ma'am!"
Ender watched in amusement as Marshall started to nibble on the blade like a candy cane. According to the demon boy, doomsday demon blood is almost as good as innocent human blood. But since he took the job, Marshall never got an opportunity to eat a human.
After a moment, the blade has been licked clean, and Marshall handed it back to Ender. The girl pressed a button on the handle, and the blade retracts into the cylindrical handle. "Alright, do your thing Marshall," she said while pointing at Ragnar's corpse.
"This is a waste of demon corpse," Marshall muttered as a black flame appeared on his fingertips. He slowly tapped Ragnar's face, and the entire thing lights up in black flames. "I mean, what does the foundation use these demon bodies for?"
"Beats me, but it's probably classified," Ender walked down from the altar and towards the surrounding forest. "You've been taking notes right?"
Marshall nodded a little and took out a notepad from his trench coat. "Of course, I've kept track on Operation Demon Purge since two weeks ago."
"That's good to hear, now prepare the report so you can officially get lost."
Marshall stopped in his tracks. "What?"
"Well once you're done here, you'll get your B-Rank agent promotion and I won't have to babysit you anymore," Ender replied coldly.
"Oh…" Marshall looked down in dismay before quickening his pace to keep up with Ender. "But, we can still see each other right? On missions or something like that?"
"If you can recognize me," Ender glanced at Marshall and found him staring hard at her. "Well? Can you?"
Marshall tried, he really tried seeing through her veil. But no matter how hard he looks, he cannot 'see' her face. Marshall can 'see' her expression, he can see her flat and annoyed expression, but he can never seem to know how she actually looked like. Heck, he doesn't even know her eye color.
"No… I can't…" Marshall muttered in defeat.
"See? That's the problem, even if we meet again, I can't guarantee you'll even recognize me," Ender replied.
For the next few minutes, Marshall was deep in thought. He's been working, fighting, and traveling alongside Ender for two weeks now. Daresay, he started to feel attached to the 'human' beside him. He never really thought what the missions will be like without Ender helping him.
Is this really the end of their journey together?
Of course not, he's the main supporting character in this story and we just literally finished the prologue.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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