“We have to inform the guys who got into that new world of Sanat Kumar – what’s it called, Urad?” – Baal scratched his head. “The situation is completely different than we thought. Also, have you seen Zee and his girl? They don’t look even close to how we imagined Gods. Sure, he’s harder, more terrifying and infinitely more powerful than before – you saw he just made that furniture, and removed Valefar’s piss with a snap; he could have as easily wiped all of us out, but didn’t. In fact, he went out of his way to explain things to us, and honestly, we now learned more in a day than previously since, well, forever”.
“Earth, I think. It’s called Earth.”, answered Mephisto. “And there’s a lots of guys there already – Asmodeus, Perkele, Ifrit, Abaddon, and lots of girls – Mandragora, Lucifora, Belladonna, Solana, Vipera, Amanita and who knows how many others; thousands. And I’m not even counting other kinds; sheep, idiots, navel gazers and I guess normal folks, judging from what Azazel said. And yeah, he’s really something, and his girl too. Have you looked at her properly? She’s more beautiful than anything, and has a good sense of humour too, judging from how she reacted to him punking our ass. And she, too, is hard as all hell; she looked like she could snap her fingers and we’d evaporate. Well, the part of our God-lore that says Gods are super powerful and deadly is true. The rest of it is shit”.
“I think I’ll go to that world, warn our guys, tell them to get back and start working on this four element purification and grounding thing Zee talked about. Besides, Sanat Kumar is bat shit crazy and it’s kind of ominous how Zee described him, being so deranged and retarded that he risked getting killed by a God rather than continue listening to that dipshit. If he designed that world, it can’t be good for anyone but him, and even that is questionable, because how crazy he is”, Baal started to get seriously concerned. “I hope I don’t waste too much time there, because I have things to do now”.
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He couldn’t remember what the rush was. He was going somewhere, but he couldn’t remember anything, and it didn’t matter. Did he have a name? He was floating peacefully and he was content. But then there was disturbance, and he left that peaceful place, and there was noise, bright light, and all kinds of rough discomfort, and he cried. But then he felt a nipple in his mouth, and warm milk comforted him. It’s not all bad. Mom loves him and he’s safe.
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“What the fuck is keeping Baal for so long? I’ll go after him and check”, Mephisto whispered to himself.