Pablo stood up from the floor, did some stretching and finally looked at his slaves.
"You all are coughing so much. Take this."
Pablo threw something towards his slaves.
The slaves felt something on their feet and all of them picked it up.
The room was covered with smoke and the slaves couldn’t see what Pablo had given them.
"What is this, sir?" Nike asked.
"They are called masks. Wear them on your face. It will save you from this smoke." Pablo revealed.
He had a mask on his face as well.
It was the mask soldiers wore on earth. The one which had a filter.
"How do I wear this?" Hena asked. She was getting accustomed to speaking now.
"Just put it on your face and there is a strap. Figure it out. You are not kids." Pablo gave some directions.
The slaves listened to him and did what he said.
They all brought the masks closer to their face and with mediocre difficulty they finally wore it.
Pablo waited for their reactions and they came.
"This is good."
"So good."
"It’s hot in here but my tears stopped."
All of them weren’t coughing.
"So you were creating these things as well. So smart." Sera said. She was beside Pablo with a mask as well.
"I knew there would be a lot of smoke. So I created them. All of them are of the same size."
"Thank you, sir."
The slaves were happy by Pablo’s thoughtfulness.
"But what about the Kevlar thing? Is it ready?" Sera asked.
Pablo nodded. "It is. I made only one and I will test it as soon as the black material is ready."
"When will it be ready, though?" Nike asked.
"Let’s find that out."
Pablo spread his arms.
"Jenny, do it." He said.
SWISH!
They all vanished from the room and found themselves behind Plato. Jenny did her thing.
"Is it done?" Pablo asked.
Plato flinched. "Woah. Don’t sneak up like that."
"You are a bloody ghost. Don’t get scared like that." Pablo shook his head. "Anyway, is it done?"
"Yes. Almost. See for yourself." Plato was stirring the cauldrons nonstop and Pablo walked towards him.
He saw the contents and nodded.
"Good. Just half an hour more and it will be done."
"Okay. But what about this thing on your face? What is it? It looks cool." Plato liked Pablo’s facewear.
"It is called a mask. An upgraded version of that. It stops the smoke from harming us."
"Nice. You know so many things. You must have roamed many kingdoms to get such knowledge."
"Yeah. Just focus on your thing." Pablo moved back from Plato and went towards the other ghosts.
Jenny played with him and he played back.
She was laughing all the way and Pablo was doing the same. Jenny should see that Pablo was also having fun with her.
’How can you act like you are enjoying this? I am sure you hate it.’ Cupid said.
’I don’t outright hate it. But yes, I don’t enjoy this. I have some important things to do other than swinging a little girl in circles.’
Jenny was holding Pablo’s hands and Pablo was moving in circles. Jenny felt like flying. She was living the best moments of her life.
’Even if it’s false, you are giving her happiness. Another good thing to write in my diary.’
’She is a ghost. Does making her happy count?’ Pablo asked.
’Yes. Anything that can feel something counts. You are making a ghost happy and it counts.’
’Nice.’
’She died very young. I am sure all she needed was a partner other than a Ghost. She needed a person. Someone she could play with without scaring them off.’ Cupid felt bad for Jenny.
’Yeah. But all a ghost can do is haunt, even if it’s full of love.’
Pablo continued playing with Jenny and the other ghosts talked with the slaves. The ghosts and the living had now become friends.
’People are scared of this place for nothing. The ghosts are so friendly.’ Cupid commented.
’That’s not the case. We are an exception.’ Pablo said, swinging around.
’How so?’ Cupid didn’t get it.
’First of all, they saw two Angels with us, then my kill count, then they also saw that I was not afraid of ghosts. The ghosts thought we were special because of you Angels and that helped us get their trust. That’s all. If it was someone else other than me, then he would have died or left this house right away.’
’Now that I think about it, you may be right. I and Andrezj made a lot of difference.’
’Yes.’
Pablo swung Jenny all around but soon he stopped doing that.
"I am feeling dizzy now, Jenny. I will fall if I keep going." He said.
"Okay. You can stop now. We will play tomo-"
"It’s done. I think." Plato spoke before Jenny could finish.
’A good thing he did just now.’ Pablo liked Plato’s timing and he instantly went there.
Thirty minutes were up and Pablo saw inside the cauldron.
"Yes. This is it. The fire stopped automatically too. Wait till it gets cold enough to touch. Then take it out. It’s too much."
The black thing was at the top of the cauldrons, it was filled to the brim.
"Is the quantity enough?" Plato asked.
"Yes. It is enough. Take a rest if you want for a while."
"Alright."
Plato threw the metal rods away and laid on the sofa.
"My hands are numb." He said.
"He is lying, brother Pablo. We don’t feel anything like that." Richard revealed.
"I heard that. Stop bothering me." Plato spoke.
"It’s fine. You can rest. No need to lie about pain and stuff." Pablo gave the permission and Plato closed his eyes.
Pablo stayed near the black stuff, constantly touching it to see the temperature.
"You should give this thing a name. How long will you call it a black thing?" Plato suggested.
"Yes. That’s a nice idea. Name it. Name it." Jenny was excited for the name for some reason.
Following Jenny, everyone started the chants for a name.
Sera as well. She was having fun.
Pablo looked at all of them and sighed.
"Of course I will give it a name. I was just waiting for a good name to come in my mind." Pablo was thinking of a name for a while now.
"Oh. We can help with that." The ghosts said.
"Us too." The slaves chimed in.
"I will do my best." Sera was ready to work up her brain as well.
Pablo shrugged. "Sure. Help yourselves. Tell me."
"How about Blacky?" Jenny was the first one.
"No." She was the first one to get refused by Pablo as well.
"Fifty shades of gray." Nike tried.
"No. Where did you even learn that?" Pablo refused the slave.
"Black hole or square." Richard gave a try.
Pablo shook his head. He didn’t even say no this time.
After Richard, all of them began their names.
"Asura."
"Next time." Pablo refused.
"Joker."
"Out of context." Pablo paid it no mind.
"Mythril."
"Wrong story." Pablo refused once more.
"Void Glass."
"Good one. But not good enough."
"Demon Bane."
"Nice try, Hena."
"Nigg-"
"Alright. That’s enough." Pablo stopped the naming session.
The slaves and the ghosts shut their mouths.
"Jenny, what were you trying to say?" Pablo asked. He had stopped Jenny midway.
"I was about to say Niggid Stone." Jenny revealed.
Pablo frowned. "Do you mean Rigid Stone?"
"Yes. That."
"Okay. Thanks for your help." Pablo heaved a sigh of relief.
"So did you find the name?" Sera asked.
Pablo nodded. "I got an idea after hearing that barrage of names."
"Oh. What is it then?" Sera was excited to hear it.
Others were too.
"It’s just a name. Why are you so hype about it?" Pablo didn’t understand their eagerness.
"Because we have created this thing ourselves. We all worked hard, especially me and it is for the village to become good again. That’s all there is." Plato answered on the behalf of all the ghosts.
"Makes sense. Fine." Pablo agreed with Plato’s words.
He stood between the two cauldrons and made eye contact with everyone present there.
"This black substance prevents the deadly white mist from killing us. We don’t know who caused the white mist but the Village chief Socrates says it might be the work of a Demon. And so if we go by that logic, then this black hard substance prevents the Demon from killing us. So its name should be…"
Pablo gave an explanation and everyone waited to hear the name.
"Demonite."
Pablo revealed the name and went silent. He watched the faces of everyone.
"Say somet-"
"Passed."
"I like it."
"Very cool."
"I don’t know what it means but it sounds very classy."
Pablo only heard praises for the name and that was all he needed.
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’Can’t believe they are this much happy just for a name.’
’You just added Demon and dynamite and created the name, right?’ Cupid asked.
’Yes. I can’t just spend my time on naming things.’
Pablo touched the black stuff or Demonite and it was not that hot anymore.
"Alright. Let’s get to work. Demonite is cold now." He said.
Plato snapped his fingers and appeared beside Pablo.
"What now?" He asked.
Pablo smiled.
"Let’s try on some suits."