Chapter 100: Welcome to Hell: Walled Off
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Chapter 100: Welcome to Hell: Walled Off
A Devil stood at a desk in a damp, dark room. This room reminded him of his old office, but it wasn’t his. In fact, this office was exactly 2.8% larger than his old office – something he was painfully aware of.
“How are things going with the Arlan Nota job?” His superior asked him. She was sitting at her desk in her office, with the Devil standing before her. The jagged, stony walls of the Underworld that once felt comforting to the Devil now just felt hostile and oppressive. And the sight of his superior – the same one who demoted him – did nothing to help this feeling.
“They are proceeding well, Superior Quinmorada’qualticularoohdodonmi’asmomonomomonminmi’oohdoohdimyuumyuuquanquimi’jinndarrqyuqyakwuquoquanki’miminanmujardinmani’quokinwukanquokokanki.”
“Give me specifics. Your history with this case fills me with no confidence when hearing that things are proceeding ‘well’. Is Arlan Nota close to death?”
“Fucking– How do you expect me to know that?” The Devil shook his head. “We have defenses set up. He’ll probably die soon. We’ll see–”
“Xhag.” His superior stared at him with a look of warning on her face. “I am aware you’ve been spending quite a bit of time in the Overworld around the Humans. I am aware that they have a... certain way of speaking. I am aware you are so weak-minded so as to allow yourself to be influenced by them and adopt that way of speaking. However, I am not aware that I have ever authorized you to speak to me in such a manner.”
He stared at her. He’d slipped up again. More and more, he found himself speaking and thinking using those words that the Humans did. At first, he’d just spoken to the Humans that way so they’d fully understand that he was above them. Then, he spoke to his underling Demons. Now, he was having trouble removing such casual prose from his vocabulary. “I’m sorry, Superior–”
“You’re sorry? I assume you mean ‘formal expression of apology.’ Xhag, you must become aware that I could have you executed for the way you’ve spoken to me.”
“Ah– yes. A most formal expression of apology, Superior Quinmorada’qualticularoohdodonmi’asmomonomomonminmi’oohdoohdimyuumyuuquanquimi’jinndarrqyuqyakwuquoquanki’miminanmujardinmani’quokinwukanquokokanki. It will not happen again.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t execute you. For now. But I fully intend to give you a fate worse than death if you do not succeed here. Kill Arlan Nota before he escapes to that other Human territory, or you will face severe consequences.”
The Devil fought back a scoff. As if he wasn’t already facing severe punishment with this overwork they were forcing him under. All he wanted – more than anything – was for this to be over.
“Don’t disappoint me, Xhag. You can give me your report later, since it seems like for now, you’ve accomplished nothing of note.” His superior waved her hand, shooing him out of her office. “Get back to work.”
So the Devil sat back down at his desk, surrounded by his ‘peers’ in rank only – he was obviously still better than them. He, of course, wouldn’t be doing his copying work. Instead, he needed to make some calls. The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
Talking with the Overworlders over communication crystal had become one of his main time-sinks ever since he ordered the wall to be built, and if he was being honest, it’d become a bit of a relief to talk with them instead of his fellow Demons. At least they weren’t so particular about his language.
“Update me on how things are going,” he said once the crystal connected. Humans apparently didn’t have ready access to this technology, so it took some time to get them used to it.
“Hello? Is this thing on?” The elderly voice of Winic Vigandoth echoed through, and the Devil’s coworkers stared at him, annoyed. He didn’t have a private office, so any time he made a call, everyone else had to listen.
“Yes. It’s on. Give me an update.”
“Hold on,” he croaked, and there was a staticy shuffling sound, like someone was rubbing their sleeve up against the sound-sensitive crystal. “There, it’s cleaner. Should transmit signal better.”
The Devil winced at the loud noise. “...The cleanliness of the crystal has nothing to do with the sound quality.”
“Hold on, hold on, let me just get this last smudge off...”
“You don’t– listen, just give it to someone else. I’ll get the report from them. Is, uh... Keiki Umesai around?”
“The ‘product’ we’re selling is passage through Kingdom’s Edge. We’ve just designed it such that the price is impossible to pay – take down the wall. We hoped we had a monopoly, such that the fugitive had no other options on ways to get through, so they’d have to pay our impossible price. However, it seems we do have a competitor, after all – one that’s offering a better way to get through. And that would be the being that’s been trying to take this wall down the whole time we’ve been building it.”
The Devil frowned. He’d heard about their issues with the Dragon, of course. They gave a report every time it attacked. He knew its attacks had been getting weaker and shorter, while the wall’s defenses were getting stronger and stronger. Sure, they had no hope of actually killing the thing, but he was pretty confident it’d get bored eventually. As long as they didn’t actively antagonize it and get the attention of the other Dragons – no way they’d survive an onslaught from multiple at once – it shouldn’t have been an issue. And since it didn’t seem to realize the wall repelled magical attacks much more effectively than it did physical ones, it most likely wouldn’t ever break through.
But if the fugitive worked together with it, they may have problems. Really, they didn’t even need to take down the wall at all. If the Dragon just distracted the soldiers in the wall, Arlan Nota could sneak by. Or, really, it could just fly them away.
The Devil wasn’t too scared of either of those things happening – the Dragon would only help them if they had something to offer, and the only thing they could offer would be helping it take down the wall – but the longer this went on, the more time Arlan Nota had to find a way through this.
“So you think he’s climbing the mountain to go contact the Dragon, then?” he asked.
“It’s a possibility.”
“Hm. Send a scouting party into the mountains and see if you can find him, then.”
“Sir,” Keiki cut in, “climbing the mountains would be suicide for an ordinary group of soldiers. Especially approaching a Dragon that’s trying so hard to kill them.”
“You’re not an ordinary soldier. Could you lead them?”
There was a pause before she eventually responded, “It may not be a good idea. If we’re too slow and the Dragon comes back for a full-force attack alongside the fugitive, if I’m not there to help defend, things will go poorly. It’d be an incredibly risky move to go off on this wild goose chase. I think we should stay back and wait for him to come to us.”
“We need to actively work to achieve our goals,” Carrison said, “not wait for them to be achieved for us. The fugitive will not simply come to us and die for the sake of our convenience. We cannot hole up and wait.”
“If Keiki doesn’t want to be sent out on the mission, I won’t make her,” the Devil said. She’d probably perform worse if he forced her out like that. Or just desert – he knew that a large part of the reason she was protesting was almost certainly because she didn’t want to personally put herself at the risk of facing the Dragon without the protection of the magic barrier. “Besides, I have some ideas for a couple other people that can lead this excursion.”
“Are you sure, sir?” Keiki asked. “Anyone you send out is likely going to be risking their lives. I’m not sure if anyone would voluntarily go out.”
“Oh, don’t worry. They’ve been learning discipline for the last week or so. I’ll send them over in a bit – you may recognize them, actually. You’ll hear from me when they’re on their way.”
“Okay, sir. Thank you.”
“Of course.”
The Devil hung up, then reached his Mana into the crystal once again to make a new call. This time, the succubus he had posing as King Koinkar picked up.
“Yes, Xhag’duulinithar’obaba’iidook?”
“I want you to get some people out of prison for me.”
“Of course, Superior Xhag’duulinithar’obaba’iidook. Who would you like me to order freed?”
“Take Ripley and Asmo out of their week of torture. And be sure to tell them the premature end is conditional. I’m giving them one chance to make up for their mistake in the past – letting Arlan Nota survive.”
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Chapter 100: Welcome to Hell: Walled Off
A Devil stood at a desk in a damp, dark room. This room reminded him of his old office, but it wasn’t his. In fact, this office was exactly 2.8% larger than his old office – something he was painfully aware of.
“How are things going with the Arlan Nota job?” His superior asked him. She was sitting at her desk in her office, with the Devil standing before her. The jagged, stony walls of the Underworld that once felt comforting to the Devil now just felt hostile and oppressive. And the sight of his superior – the same one who demoted him – did nothing to help this feeling.
“They are proceeding well, Superior Quinmorada’qualticularoohdodonmi’asmomonomomonminmi’oohdoohdimyuumyuuquanquimi’jinndarrqyuqyakwuquoquanki’miminanmujardinmani’quokinwukanquokokanki.”
“Give me specifics. Your history with this case fills me with no confidence when hearing that things are proceeding ‘well’. Is Arlan Nota close to death?”
“Fucking– How do you expect me to know that?” The Devil shook his head. “We have defenses set up. He’ll probably die soon. We’ll see–”
“Xhag.” His superior stared at him with a look of warning on her face. “I am aware you’ve been spending quite a bit of time in the Overworld around the Humans. I am aware that they have a... certain way of speaking. I am aware you are so weak-minded so as to allow yourself to be influenced by them and adopt that way of speaking. However, I am not aware that I have ever authorized you to speak to me in such a manner.”
He stared at her. He’d slipped up again. More and more, he found himself speaking and thinking using those words that the Humans did. At first, he’d just spoken to the Humans that way so they’d fully understand that he was above them. Then, he spoke to his underling Demons. Now, he was having trouble removing such casual prose from his vocabulary. “I’m sorry, Superior–”
“You’re sorry? I assume you mean ‘formal expression of apology.’ Xhag, you must become aware that I could have you executed for the way you’ve spoken to me.”
“Ah– yes. A most formal expression of apology, Superior Quinmorada’qualticularoohdodonmi’asmomonomomonminmi’oohdoohdimyuumyuuquanquimi’jinndarrqyuqyakwuquoquanki’miminanmujardinmani’quokinwukanquokokanki. It will not happen again.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t execute you. For now. But I fully intend to give you a fate worse than death if you do not succeed here. Kill Arlan Nota before he escapes to that other Human territory, or you will face severe consequences.”
The Devil fought back a scoff. As if he wasn’t already facing severe punishment with this overwork they were forcing him under. All he wanted – more than anything – was for this to be over.
“Don’t disappoint me, Xhag. You can give me your report later, since it seems like for now, you’ve accomplished nothing of note.” His superior waved her hand, shooing him out of her office. “Get back to work.”
So the Devil sat back down at his desk, surrounded by his ‘peers’ in rank only – he was obviously still better than them. He, of course, wouldn’t be doing his copying work. Instead, he needed to make some calls. The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
Talking with the Overworlders over communication crystal had become one of his main time-sinks ever since he ordered the wall to be built, and if he was being honest, it’d become a bit of a relief to talk with them instead of his fellow Demons. At least they weren’t so particular about his language.
“Update me on how things are going,” he said once the crystal connected. Humans apparently didn’t have ready access to this technology, so it took some time to get them used to it.
“Hello? Is this thing on?” The elderly voice of Winic Vigandoth echoed through, and the Devil’s coworkers stared at him, annoyed. He didn’t have a private office, so any time he made a call, everyone else had to listen.
“Yes. It’s on. Give me an update.”
“Hold on,” he croaked, and there was a staticy shuffling sound, like someone was rubbing their sleeve up against the sound-sensitive crystal. “There, it’s cleaner. Should transmit signal better.”
The Devil winced at the loud noise. “...The cleanliness of the crystal has nothing to do with the sound quality.”
“Hold on, hold on, let me just get this last smudge off...”
“You don’t– listen, just give it to someone else. I’ll get the report from them. Is, uh... Keiki Umesai around?”
“The ‘product’ we’re selling is passage through Kingdom’s Edge. We’ve just designed it such that the price is impossible to pay – take down the wall. We hoped we had a monopoly, such that the fugitive had no other options on ways to get through, so they’d have to pay our impossible price. However, it seems we do have a competitor, after all – one that’s offering a better way to get through. And that would be the being that’s been trying to take this wall down the whole time we’ve been building it.”
The Devil frowned. He’d heard about their issues with the Dragon, of course. They gave a report every time it attacked. He knew its attacks had been getting weaker and shorter, while the wall’s defenses were getting stronger and stronger. Sure, they had no hope of actually killing the thing, but he was pretty confident it’d get bored eventually. As long as they didn’t actively antagonize it and get the attention of the other Dragons – no way they’d survive an onslaught from multiple at once – it shouldn’t have been an issue. And since it didn’t seem to realize the wall repelled magical attacks much more effectively than it did physical ones, it most likely wouldn’t ever break through.
But if the fugitive worked together with it, they may have problems. Really, they didn’t even need to take down the wall at all. If the Dragon just distracted the soldiers in the wall, Arlan Nota could sneak by. Or, really, it could just fly them away.
The Devil wasn’t too scared of either of those things happening – the Dragon would only help them if they had something to offer, and the only thing they could offer would be helping it take down the wall – but the longer this went on, the more time Arlan Nota had to find a way through this.
“So you think he’s climbing the mountain to go contact the Dragon, then?” he asked.
“It’s a possibility.”
“Hm. Send a scouting party into the mountains and see if you can find him, then.”
“Sir,” Keiki cut in, “climbing the mountains would be suicide for an ordinary group of soldiers. Especially approaching a Dragon that’s trying so hard to kill them.”
“You’re not an ordinary soldier. Could you lead them?”
There was a pause before she eventually responded, “It may not be a good idea. If we’re too slow and the Dragon comes back for a full-force attack alongside the fugitive, if I’m not there to help defend, things will go poorly. It’d be an incredibly risky move to go off on this wild goose chase. I think we should stay back and wait for him to come to us.”
“We need to actively work to achieve our goals,” Carrison said, “not wait for them to be achieved for us. The fugitive will not simply come to us and die for the sake of our convenience. We cannot hole up and wait.”
“If Keiki doesn’t want to be sent out on the mission, I won’t make her,” the Devil said. She’d probably perform worse if he forced her out like that. Or just desert – he knew that a large part of the reason she was protesting was almost certainly because she didn’t want to personally put herself at the risk of facing the Dragon without the protection of the magic barrier. “Besides, I have some ideas for a couple other people that can lead this excursion.”
“Are you sure, sir?” Keiki asked. “Anyone you send out is likely going to be risking their lives. I’m not sure if anyone would voluntarily go out.”
“Oh, don’t worry. They’ve been learning discipline for the last week or so. I’ll send them over in a bit – you may recognize them, actually. You’ll hear from me when they’re on their way.”
“Okay, sir. Thank you.”
“Of course.”
The Devil hung up, then reached his Mana into the crystal once again to make a new call. This time, the succubus he had posing as King Koinkar picked up.
“Yes, Xhag’duulinithar’obaba’iidook?”
“I want you to get some people out of prison for me.”
“Of course, Superior Xhag’duulinithar’obaba’iidook. Who would you like me to order freed?”
“Take Ripley and Asmo out of their week of torture. And be sure to tell them the premature end is conditional. I’m giving them one chance to make up for their mistake in the past – letting Arlan Nota survive.”
Chapter 100: Welcome to Hell: Walled OffA Devil stood at a desk in a damp, dark room. This room reminded him of his old office, but it wasn't his. In fact, this office was exactly 2.8% larger than his old office something he was painfully aware of.How are things going with the Arlan Nota job? His superior asked him. She was sitting at her desk in her office, with the Devil standing before her. The jagged, stony walls of the Underworld that once felt comforting to the Devil now just felt hostile and oppressive. And the sight of his superior the same one who demoted him did nothing to help this feeling.They are proceeding well, Superior Quinmorada'qualticularoohdodonmi'asmomonomomonminmi'oohdoohdimyuumyuuquanquimi'jinndarrqyuqyakwuquoquanki'miminanmujardinmani'quokinwukanquokokanki.Give me specifics. Your history with this case fills me with no confidence when hearing that things are proceeding well'. Is Arlan Nota close to death?Fucking How do you expect me to know that? The Devil shook his head. We have defenses set up. He'll probably die soon. We'll seeXhag. His superior stared at him with a look of warning on her face. I am aware you've been spending quite a bit of time in the Overworld around the Humans. I am aware that they have a... certain way of speaking. I am aware you are so weak-minded so as to allow yourself to be influenced by them and adopt that way of speaking. However, I am not aware that I have ever authorized you to speak to me in such a manner.He stared at her. He'd slipped up again. More and more, he found himself speaking and thinking using those words that the Humans did. At first, he'd just spoken to the Humans that way so they'd fully understand that he was above them. Then, he spoke to his underling Demons. Now, he was having trouble removing such casual prose from his vocabulary. I'm sorry, SuperiorYou're sorry? I assume you mean formal expression of apology.' Xhag, you must become aware that I could have you executed for the way you've spoken to me.Ah yes. A most formal expression of apology, Superior Quinmorada'qualticularoohdodonmi'asmomonomomonminmi'oohdoohdimyuumyuuquanquimi'jinndarrqyuqyakwuquoquanki'miminanmujardinmani'quokinwukanquokokanki. It will not happen again.Don't worry, I won't execute you. For now. But I fully intend to give you a fate worse than death if you do not succeed here. Kill Arlan Nota before he escapes to that other Human territory, or you will face severe consequences.The Devil fought back a scoff. As if he wasn't already facing severe punishment with this overwork they were forcing him under. All he wanted more than anything was for this to be over.Don't disappoint me, Xhag. You can give me your report later, since it seems like for now, you've accomplished nothing of note. His superior waved her hand, shooing him out of her office. Get back to work.So the Devil sat back down at his desk, surrounded by his peers' in rank only he was obviously still better than them. He, of course, wouldn't be doing his copying work. Instead, he needed to make some calls. The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Nvl-B!n.Talking with the Overworlders over communication crystal had become one of his main time-sinks ever since he ordered the wall to be built, and if he was being honest, it'd become a bit of a relief to talk with them instead of his fellow Demons. At least they weren't so particular about his language.Update me on how things are going, he said once the crystal connected. Humans apparently didn't have ready access to this technology, so it took some time to get them used to it.Hello? Is this thing on? The elderly voice of Winic Vigandoth echoed through, and the Devil's coworkers stared at him, annoyed. He didn't have a private office, so any time he made a call, everyone else had to listen. Yes. It's on. Give me an update.Hold on, he croaked, and there was a staticy shuffling sound, like someone was rubbing their sleeve up against the sound-sensitive crystal. There, it's cleaner. Should transmit signal better.The Devil winced at the loud noise. ...The cleanliness of the crystal has nothing to do with the sound quality.Hold on, hold on, let me just get this last smudge off...You don't listen, just give it to someone else. I'll get the report from them. Is, uh... Keiki Umesai around?The product' we're selling is passage through Kingdom's Edge. We've just designed it such that the price is impossible to pay take down the wall. We hoped we had a monopoly, such that the fugitive had no other options on ways to get through, so they'd have to pay our impossible price. However, it seems we do have a competitor, after all one that's offering a better way to get through. And that would be the being that's been trying to take this wall down the whole time we've been building it.The Devil frowned. He'd heard about their issues with the Dragon, of course. They gave a report every time it attacked. He knew its attacks had been getting weaker and shorter, while the wall's defenses were getting stronger and stronger. Sure, they had no hope of actually killing the thing, but he was pretty confident it'd get bored eventually. As long as they didn't actively antagonize it and get the attention of the other Dragons no way they'd survive an onslaught from multiple at once it shouldn't have been an issue. And since it didn't seem to realize the wall repelled magical attacks much more effectively than it did physical ones, it most likely wouldn't ever break through.But if the fugitive worked together with it, they may have problems. Really, they didn't even need to take down the wall at all. If the Dragon just distracted the soldiers in the wall, Arlan Nota could sneak by. Or, really, it could just fly them away. The Devil wasn't too scared of either of those things happening the Dragon would only help them if they had something to offer, and the only thing they could offer would be helping it take down the wall but the longer this went on, the more time Arlan Nota had to find a way through this.So you think he's climbing the mountain to go contact the Dragon, then? he asked.It's a possibility.Hm. Send a scouting party into the mountains and see if you can find him, then.Sir, Keiki cut in, climbing the mountains would be suicide for an ordinary group of soldiers. Especially approaching a Dragon that's trying so hard to kill them.You're not an ordinary soldier. Could you lead them?There was a pause before she eventually responded, It may not be a good idea. If we're too slow and the Dragon comes back for a full-force attack alongside the fugitive, if I'm not there to help defend, things will go poorly. It'd be an incredibly risky move to go off on this wild goose chase. I think we should stay back and wait for him to come to us.We need to actively work to achieve our goals, Carrison said, not wait for them to be achieved for us. The fugitive will not simply come to us and die for the sake of our convenience. We cannot hole up and wait.If Keiki doesn't want to be sent out on the mission, I won't make her, the Devil said. She'd probably perform worse if he forced her out like that. Or just desert he knew that a large part of the reason she was protesting was almost certainly because she didn't want to personally put herself at the risk of facing the Dragon without the protection of the magic barrier. Besides, I have some ideas for a couple other people that can lead this excursion.Are you sure, sir? Keiki asked. Anyone you send out is likely going to be risking their lives. I'm not sure if anyone would voluntarily go out.Oh, don't worry. They've been learning discipline for the last week or so. I'll send them over in a bit you may recognize them, actually. You'll hear from me when they're on their way.Okay, sir. Thank you.Of course.The Devil hung up, then reached his Mana into the crystal once again to make a new call. This time, the succubus he had posing as King Koinkar picked up.Yes, Xhag'duulinithar'obaba'iidook?I want you to get some people out of prison for me.Of course, Superior Xhag'duulinithar'obaba'iidook. Who would you like me to order freed?Take Ripley and Asmo out of their week of torture. And be sure to tell them the premature end is conditional. I'm giving them one chance to make up for their mistake in the past letting Arlan Nota survive.
