(AN: Ahem, Notice! Because I mainly focus on the main characters, I'm thinking of adding a column of 'NEWS' at the start or at the end in some chapters... Reviews and suggestions are welcomed!!)
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Quinn contacted five people, four of whom agreed because the fifth was preoccupied with his newly born grandchildren.
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A week later.
The guilt of what he had done before was eating Quinn from the inside with strange pangs, and the pain of him grieving about his wife's death was enough for him to want to kill himself, so he had no qualms in dying in sector one.
All of his colleagues meet up in the 'Portal area' and stood near the portal which led them to sector one, after they greeted each other, talked a bit and walked into the portal.
The Eye simply stared at the world, searching for anything interesting as it went through its daily emotional torture, and now the Eye had reverted back to its mannequin body without any distinguishing features, it stared into the world of the living while it 'circulated' power, which it learned that the 'power' the Gods use is called 'Authority,' thus the Eye had learned to circulate its 'Authority' in the incomplete form it had taken.
After it did and succeeded in circulating its authority, it had grown by bounds and leaps from when it first began, though it had yet to come up with a proper name without the name becoming 'cheesy' as the humans called it, and because it couldn't think of any name it left that alone for now, it controlled its 'feelings' and began searching for anything interesting if it couldn't find any, it would watch any animated series the humans kids watched. Why? Because it was more interesting to watch than to watch humans act on their greed.
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A few hours later.
Quinn and his friends wandered through Sector One with no regard for their lives because they had already left a 'will' when they left their homes, they were strong but not invincible, they would fight monsters and if they died in the process, they would die fighting, or so they thought....
In front of Quinn, who had slumped down with his back to the tree, was staring at the gore scene where his friends were ripped apart before they could even put up a fight, their enemy was an Orc warrior chief, it had a black complex maze-like pattern on his body which almost filled its entire body, a single Orc warrior chief was enough for them to be ripped apart, and suddenly the Orc warrior chief bit Quinn's friend's body and blood splattered.
SPLURT
-'I WANT TO LIVE!' Quinn's instincts screamed in his mind as he stared at the scene.
"Urg!" Quinn groaned in agony and pressed down on his abdomen, where he was struck with a blunt blow from the Orc warrior chief's blunt weapon.
-'Run.' Quinn's instincts urged him, but he couldn't seem to find the courage to move nor to survive, then suddenly...
[Do you want to live?] A amused child's voice sounded in Quinn's head.
'!' The Eye who heard those words felt a strange pull, which it could clearly feel because the Eye was bound to Quinn, and even if it didn't want to, it would have heard it anyway.
"!" Quinn who heard the voice in his head flinched and looked around in fear.
-'Is it a devil?' Quinn shook his head, cursing himself for his stupidity, because that was the first thought that came to his mind, and there was only one being who would take advantage of anyone who was desperate enough.
[Hahaha, Do you want to live, human?] The amused child-like voice chuckling was heard in his head.
-'There is no way I'm hearing things!' Quinn thought.
"W-who are you?" Quinn yelled in fear and attracted the attention of the Orc warrior chief who was busy eating its prey.
"Grig!" The Orc warrior chief roared.
['Human!' The stupid Orc said.] The amused voice explained as if had expected that reaction.
"Y-You!" Quinn roared while trembling.
[Do you want to make a contract with me?] The voice sounded again, but this time it sounded cold.
[I'll save you if you do.] The voice said.
"Ye-yes!" Quinn agreed without thinking.
[Good!] The voice reverted back to its amusement.
SPLURT
Suddenly, the Orc warrior chief's head exploded 10 feet away from Quinn, whose legs were still digging into the ground as he tried to crawl back while the tree behind him didn't even budge.
[How amusing!] The child-like voice rang in his head again.
"..... W-who are you?" Quinn asked.
[Hm?]
"Your saviour?" the child-like voice rang from behind as the voice asked in questioningly.
"Aahh!!?" Quinn screamed in surprise.
"...." the voice turned silent after hearing a grown man's girly scream.
"....."
".....Um..." the voice was the one to break the silence.
"....Ahem! I am sorry, I was flustered." Quinn cleared his throat in embarrassment and made up a excuse believing it was enough.
"Hmmm.... Maybe I should just torture him and get all the information needed? I mean I should survive among humans... But is it such big of a thing? It's just information and there is nothing about his personal life nor about his girly scream....." the voice mumbled out loud, pondering.
-'.... Don't say such scary things in a kid's voice!!' Quinn thought and looked down at his legs to hid his embarrassment.
-'I just want to dig a hole and bury myself in it.....'
"Would this part be alright?" Quinn mumbled out involuntarily as he patted the ground next his thighs.
"You want to die, human? Give me information about the human world and die!" the child-like voice said with a cheery tone.
-'I seriously want to die now.' Quinn thought as his face turned red in embarrassment because the devil's child-like voice was making him let his guard down.
"If you die without answering me, then I'll kill you painfully and as slowly as possible." Quinn visibly shuddered and snapped back to reality, putting up his guard as he remembered he was dealing with a Devil, as the voice said in a cold tone that sent shivers down his spine.
".... You! Who're you? Are you the devil?" Quinn asked as he gave up on running or doing anything because he was a supporter couldn't do sh*t in the first place.
[Of course. Now, do you want to make a contract with me?]
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