章 3: Man X Prison
Chapter Three: Man X Prison
The heather-haired man watched with an amused smile as the "roach" disappeared through a portal of his conjuring.
After sifting through the entirety of Hudson's memories, without the target even realizing it, he had come to find a few things that he felt would make Hudson a fun specimen to tinker with.
As an Eldritch, his life had a saddening monotony to it.
He lived forever and was unkillable—both by those around his level and even by himself.
He could conjure up whatever he wanted with no more than a thought in his domain, and day and night were under his control as well, so time had no meaning to him.
Whenever the sun was up, he would make himself comfortable on a tree branch of his making and stare up blankly into the sky.
Sigh. It would not really be too bad if one was unaware of the fact that he never let the sun go down.
So, in his domain, it was ALWAYS noon!
His entire endless life and power seemed wasted on him!
Well, no more.
He was going to go against his modus operandi and dip his hand into the game that his "siblings" had been playing since forever—not only for their entertainment but in hopes of finding that "chosen one" that would liberate them like had happened in the case of the once eldest amongst them.
He had no real hopes on Hudson freeing him from his prison but hey, he was not the one that asked them to mess up the summoning of that wandering soul.
Speaking of his siblings...
"Damn you, Vince!!!" A loud angry voice resounded throughout the garden (his domain), causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The heather-haired man casually looked up at the sky with a deadpan expression, even as it literally ripped in two to give way for someone to enter his personal space.
"What have you done?!" The bald-headed woman, in a black-red coat that exposed her bare cleavage, glared down at him.
Her skin was peach in color, and she appeared to be about 5 feet and 4 inches in height.
As she floated down towards her younger brother, streaks of red lightning danced around her like an escort.
"Answer me, Vince!" In her fury, she didn't actually give him a chance to answer but instead directly sent a punch his way.
Bang!
He caught her fist with ease, casually cupping it in his right hand before moving forward to kiss her head with his.
With that headbutt, she was sent hurling backwards through the air at a speed enough to create a vacuum in its path.
Following after her through said vacuum, he glided with swift purpose, arriving directly above her in moment.
The siblings made eye contact, the younger's betraying no emotions as they met the furious ones of his elder sister's.
He reached forward and grasped her by the neck, lifting her up, and finally serving her free knee sandwich directly to her lower abdomen.
With an inhuman sound, she was knocked upwards and directly reached the tear in the sky from where she had come.
As she crossed the threshold, she yelled, "Vince!! You dare!! Wait till I'm done with my business, I'll be back with my real body!"
Despite her threatening departing message, Vince's expression remained unperturbed.
"Even if it was your real body, it wouldn't make any difference," he muttered as though she could hear him, which it was unclear if such was the case or not, shaking his head slightly. "You who is still unable to create clones that are unaffected by your [Sin] can only dream of matching me."
"Especially in my own domain."
Once he saw to it that the sky returned to how it originally was, his gaze returned to the spot where the portal Hudson had been thrown through, once was.
With a nearly indiscernible smile on his face, he made a huge oval mirror with a purple frame appear with but a thought.
On it displayed Hudson's soul floating in an endless void with innumerable distant lights.
"Now, for the finishing touches," he said. "Don't worry, everyone. Ehe. Soon, we'll have a good show."
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Hudson on the other hand...
For him, it was like one moment he was reeling through the air, one moment, after being jointly hit by a few trucks, and the next moment he found himself shooting to his feet elsewhere.
"Ahhh!!!" He had continued the scream from when back then over to this moment even though the pain was gone.
In a second, he realized that the pain was gone and stopped.
He felt a strange atmosphere around him and cleared up his mind so he may observe his surroundings.
White floors. White door. White ceiling. White walls. White benches. Almost everything was white.
It appeared to be that he was in a cafeteria. A cafeteria with a strangely strict color coding.
Many men with steel trays of food on the white tables before them, still holding plastic cutlery that they had been using to eat less than ideal meals with shackled hands, all dressed in the same black uniform (like it was some funeral) had their eyes on him.
In that disorienting silence, time seemed to stretch on forever and all kinds of plausible explanations for what he was seeing popped up into his head.
However, none of them stood out more than the elephant in the room:
"I'm in jail?" He couldn't help but mutter out his conclusion in disbelief as those overalls, although not the orange ones he had seen on TV, coupled with the cuffs he had knike everyone else, and other pieces of evidence all pointed in a certain direction.
Though, while being in jail was wild and all, there was something even more unbelievable that was on his mind.
He could no longer sense in all directions.
His vision, smell, taste, and everything else seemed less expansive and more... Contained.
Contained within a mortal body of flesh and blood.
Didn't this mean that he was once again...
"...alive?"
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