Chapter 4: Episode 2

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Negotiations must be conducted between equal parties.

It’s the most basic principal of the act.

There could be no negotiation should one side hold all the power in a situation.

And now, by simply allowing Pride to take the wheel and unleashing my Demonic Mana upon the World, I was firmly set on equal footing with Vought and their Heroes. Granted, that little display took everything out of me– The Well of Mana that Belial had access to was basically emptied to the last drop, but I could fight still. Magic wasn’t a Daemon’s only strong point after all.

In the end, Madelyn Stillwell agreed to meet me, we appointed the meeting in the top floor of Vought Tower. When? I heard you asked. Now, obviously. I had not a clue as to where said Tower was located, but given how high-profile Vought International was, it wasn’t hard to realize their building was smacked straight in the center of New York. Homelander, Cindy and I floated over to the building’s rooftop in relative peace.

Homelander, despite my initial assessment of his character, which was a man who loved his own voice way too much, unexpectedly kept to himself. He stayed silent, only occasionally sending me jealous gazes the entire trip there. Looked like Homelander, for all his powers and fame, was quite the insecure man. It used to be so baffling for me, that a person could both possess a superiority-complex and so much insecurities at the same time.

But, after having met all sorts of people during Cryptids Hunts, I understood why.

For some people gifted with innate talents, they had never been challenged in their lives, so a small hiccup in their paths, a single person better than them, could send these people down a loop of ever-spiraling depression. Oftentimes, their own self-esteems and the things they took pride in would become their greatest downfalls. It’s why I never allowed Pride to take root, despite being one of, if not the best Hunter of my former organization.

Yeah, employee of the month over here. For five consecutive months.

I was even considered for the position of manager at some point, but I turned it down. That whole desk-job thing just wasn’t for me, as much as being on the fields threatened my life, I knew I was born for it.

I didn’t get to where I was by having the biggest brain in the organization, or being the most prepared. I got there by being the strongest, fastest and grittiest of the bunch. Whereas others would flinch at wounds and injuries, I could ignore them completely. While my friends would have bouts of fear, I always kept a positive attitude. It was merely acting, of course. Like any of them, I was afraid too, but I was able to act so convincingly that I fooled even my brain into believing my lies.

I was so relentless, it's to the point my colleagues would often compare me to the very monsters we hunted. Ironic, given what I eventually became. What I was now. ‘Take that, Timothy. I’m an actual Daemon, who’s laughing now?!’

All that’s left was to find a path back to my home Universe and rub it in his face, maybe I could say something along the line of ‘fear me, mortals!’ for dramatic effect. Just imagining the looks on their faces as they took in my new appearance was more than enough to send me rolling in laughter… Internally, obviously. My face on the outside was a different story. I was stone-cold, with naught a hint of mirth in my expression.

‘Get your game-face on, Johnathan.’ I reminded myself. I was used to dealing with people in power, yet none had quite reached the same level as this Madelyn Stillwell. Sure, they were immensely influential in their circles, but they were just that, influential. They didn’t hold a complete monopoly on the World’s most famous, and arguably powerful Supes. John Gillman– Otherwise known as Homelander, was already a giant obstacle should he choose to pick a fight with me…

I had heard stories from Cindy, and while stories alone could not shake courage, my instincts told me to be cautious of the man. It didn’t scream, not like when I faced wendigos and skin-walkers, but I could feel a silent undertone of danger from the man. Needless to say, I wasn’t afraid, I had stood against worse odds after all. Still, our relationship had yet to deteriorate to a point of irreconcilable. I could salvage it.

There was no need to make Homelander my enemy, not when I could befriend the supposedly ‘Strongest Man on Earth’ and benefit from his reputation, ‘cause let’s be honest, with that little display plus my demonic appearance– Wings, horns and all that good shits, the religious fanatics were going to collectively lose their left nuts over my existence. It would mean a lot, I meant a lot to have Homelander speaking up for me.

As much as I wanted to valiantly say I didn’t give a damn how they felt about me, truth was I’d rather not have tomatoes and bricks thrown at my windows when I was sipping on my morning coffees. There’s also an alternative, which was to lean completely into my identity as a Daemon and played it up– Rebellious and all, kids these days loved that kind of stuffs, right? But that could potentially turn my entire fanbase into a group of liberals.

‘Urrgghh.’ Don’t get me wrong, believe what you wanted, I couldn’t care less. I identified as neither left nor right. Problem was, liberals could be rather obsessive in their beliefs, to a point where their opinions became destructive to both themselves and others. The mere thoughts of those bunch of crazy people worshipping made me cringe and halt in my steps as I whispered under my breath. “Yeah, that’s not gonna’ work.”

“What’s wrong, Johnny?” Cindy tugged my sleeve, asking worriedly. I looked up from my palm to see both Homelander and Cindy watching me closely. One was anxious, the other appeared nonchalant and constipated. ‘Seriously, how do you even act carefree and constipated at the same time? How does that work?’

I wasn’t being sarcastic here, I was genuinely curious: ‘How the fuck does he do it?’

“It’s nothing, Missy. Just a passing thought.” I patted her head. Cindy hated that by the way, she told me it felt patronizing, but what could I say? I had tall people privileges. I swept my gaze across the pristine marble floor, leading to an expensive-looking mahogany door that screamed filthy-rich. I could sense several people behind it, trying to sit calmly on their seats in a circular shape, and failing miserably.

I smiled politely at Homelander. “Hmm… Ms. Stillwell didn’t tell me there were going to be more people attending our meeting.”

To his credit, Homelander managed to squeeze out a lighthearted chuckle, his attempt was praiseworthy at least, as fake as it sounded to my ears. He was visibly nervous and jealous about my presence. I couldn’t blame him, it’s not everyday you got a Daemon at your doors after all. Hell, most wouldn’t even have bothered to keep up appearance in this situation. He might be your typical alpha male– Tough on the outside, fragile on the inside, but he was better prepared mentally.

“I’m hurt–” I threw a hand over my left chest, where my hearts were located. “– Does she not trust me?”

“Don’t be too upset about it, it’s just for precaution. You did claim to be a demon from Hell, and she is the Vice President of Vought International…” He gestured at the room, having recovered his bearing somewhat. “Let’s not leave them to wait. Please, come on in.”

I had a feeling that wasn’t a suggestion. My smile widened as I joked, slowly approaching the sealed door. “My, my… First day here, and I’m already getting to meet all of Earth’s mightiest, nicely put in one package? You two shouldn’t have!”

Despite my best judgements, I walked forward, overtaking Homelander. It’s never a good idea to turn your back on a potential enemy, but it was a risk I had to take to portray strength. It’s the same principal in the animals kingdom. Preys were twitchy, easily startled, spooked so they could bolt at a moment’s notice; but a true predator would always be leisure and have a certain relaxation in their movements…

And regardless of how sophisticated humans had evolved, we were animals still.

I swung open the two-pieces door, letting Cindy stand to the side, hidden. I did this for two reasons. Firstly, this would put me in the limelight, so if they decided to attack us, she would only have to deal with Homelander at best, while I’d pull aggro from the rest and hopefully grant her the precious opportunity to escape. Secondly, it would display the nature of our– Cindy and I– Relationship.

I was the one taking the reign here, which would make the Seven and Ms. Stillwell focus on me more.

Don’t get me wrong, Cindy was a tough girl. You got to be when you spent your early teens tested upon and locked inside a science lab masquerading as a mental institution, but this meant she also lacked the ability to understand and comprehend certain social cues necessary in this situation. I– As the adult between us, must ensure she wasn’t being taken advantage of by Madelyn Stillwell and these Supes. “Ms. Stillwell, I presume?”

My irises turned molten orange and slit threateningly, as I swept my gaze past the other members of the Seven. There was the redheaded Queen Maeve with her revealing Amazonian outfit, sitting stiffly in the center where Madelyn Stillwell and another empty seat were. She was all sunshine and rainbows, but I could tell it was just a façade, she was nervous.

‘Does the carpet match the drapes?’ Lust– Well, lustfully whispered. ‘Shut it.’

Next, I looked at Noir. The guy was dressed in a set of all black, tactical gears. His fingers twitched as I set sight on him, almost as if he was physically struggling to keep his hands from wondering down to his utility belt and fetching his weapons. Beside him sat a hooded guy– Lamplighter was his name, if I wasn’t mistaken. ‘Is that a torch the fool’s holding onto?’

I couldn’t even refute Belial’s ridicule, he looked ridiculous with that oversized torch in his hand.

A-Train was a young African American, who portrayed a sense of arrogance through his sheer presence alone. It wasn’t even the same classy arrogance of Homelander, where he held his head up high and looked down on everyone else either, it was just… Obnoxious, and that blue, plus those glasses. By the Devil’s good grace, whoever designed his suit deserved to be fired and cut out of the fashion industry, before he or she could do more damages.

He’s easily the most ridiculous-looking in the Seven, and that’s saying something, seeing as Homelander used the American flag as his actual Superhero cape, while Lamplighter was literally holding a flaming staff-torch thing! Pride chuckled warmly at the back of my mind. ‘What a clown.’

‘You don’t say, Pride. You don’t say…’ The Deep was an idiot. That’s all I had to say about him. I was secured enough in my sexuality to admit he was a decently good-looking guy, but that dopey smile and the way he tried to get to his feet to shake my hand, seemingly unaware of the thick tension in the air, just screamed dumb. “Hello, Goetia, Madelyn has told us a lot about you.”

“Is he serious?” I blinked rapidly, index finger pointing at the Deep as I looked at Madelyn. “Doesn’t he know how to read the room?”

The whole room facepalmed, even Homelander as he took his seat next to Maeve. “Sit down, Deep.”

“But–“ Deep barely got the word out before Madelyn interrupted. “We’re here on official business today, Deep. Please, listen to John and sit down.”

Damn… Maybe I’d refrain from insulting the poor guy, he didn’t appear to be all there. In fact, he reminded me of a husky, if said husky was a hundred times dumber and goofier than its usual self. I squeezed my eyelids, opening my eyes to search for the last member of the Seven– Translucent. Apparently, the guy had the ability to go invisible. ‘They do realize Translucent means semi-transparent, right?’

Urgh, what did I expect from Vought’s atrocious marketing team? My vision shot at the person standing in the corner. He was invisible, but he couldn’t hide his Soul fluctuations from me. Daemons were extremely sensitive to Spiritual Bodies, being partly Spiritual themselves, and the Souls of these Supes reeked of sins.

Sure, I was new to this whole Daemon and Souls thing, which was why I couldn’t differentiate exactly what their sins were, merely see a jumbled mess of differing colors, but it’s quite noticeable even to my untrained senses. “Can he see me?”

Translucent whispered to Madelyn, a tad too loudly for his purpose. “Whoa, that’s not disturbing at all... Yes, I in fact can. Now, why don’t you sit down and stop stalking about in a corner like a perverted fucking wretch? By Lucifer’s grace.”

I focused on my hearing further to get a better feel of his presence, but to my surprise, I could not hear the rustles of fabrics or clangs of metals near his person, which was weird, because I could hear the supersuits of everyone in the room stretching and groaning to accommodate their movements, yet none could be heard on Translucent as he made to sit…

“Are you naked right now?” I questioned, face defaulting to emotionless as the Supe nodded. Of course, only I and, presumably Homelander, could either feel or see the invisible man’s action, yet he seemed surprisingly proud of himself. “Get the fuck out…”

“You can’t tell me what to do! What? You a homophonic Demon or something?” He bit back, and I groaned, pulling two seats out for Cindy and I. “Look, Ms. Stillwell. This is a business meeting, I’m not going to sit here while your… Associate? Employee? Point is, I’m not here to watch him dangle his nuts, nor am I going to lean back when he’s smearing his unwashed balls everywhere. It’s unprofessional, not to mention disgusting.”

“He got you there, Translucent.” A-Train remarked with a laugh, snickering as the invisible Supe took to his feet. The rest of the Seven seemed visibly amused, though Maeve appeared quite distressed. “Mr. Belial is right, this is a business meeting, you should put on some clothes.”

Translucent stormed off, screaming back. “Screw off A-Train! She’s the one asking me to do it in the first place! Why are we even bending backward for this asshole anyway?! We’re the fucking Seven!”

“Because he has enough firepower to wreck New York?” Maeve, who had stayed silent this entire time, finally spoke up. She seemed both irritated at the situation and amused that someone had put her invisible teammate in his place, swirling a cup of good ol’ gin like an 80’s villain. “Just clothe yourself, Translucent. I know it’s a new experience for you, but it’s not that hard, you fucking pervert.”

We– Cindy, I and the Seven watched as Translucent appeared in his birthday suit, scoffing. “How’s this for unwashed, you prick?!”

Fortunately, I had the foresight to cover Cindy’s eyes before he could flash himself. Sadly, I failed to do the same for myself. I sighed along with Maeve, A-Train made a retching noise, Deep looked as confused as ever, Noir was expressionless but I could have sworn I heard him gag, while Madelyn and Homelander both palmed their faces. Translucent ignored it all, even purposely putting a swagger in his steps as he walked off to get dressed.

“I’m gonna need to wash my eyes with bleach.” I massaged my temples. This, this was the World’s mightiest? The quote – unquote Heroes? If so, this Earth was doomed. I wasn’t hoping for a lot here, I didn’t need them to be paragons of Justice like fictional characters, they were very real and alive after all, it would not be fair to expect absolute goodness out of them, but if Translucent was like this… What did that mean for the rest?

“I’m very sorry for that, Mr. Belial. Translucent’s suit was recently damaged in a terrorist attack, and we haven’t been able to… Procure him a new set.” Madelyn drawled apologetically.

Finally, I set sight on the blonde woman. She was petite– Skinny even, with golden curls cascading down her shoulders. Stillwell was… Well, she’s not old, middle-aged maybe, but she was beautiful for a woman her age. More so than Maeve herself I’d say. Although  I couldn’t quite explain why, Madelyn Stillwell ticked all the preferences I had for women.

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Lust reared from its cage, and as I caught the lustful look in Madelyn’s eyes, Pride grinned toothily as well. “You have nothing to apologize for, Ms. Stillwell.”

I walked forth, disregarding the Seven’s attempts to stand between us and took her hand into mine, lightly placing a kiss on her knuckle. “I must say, you are an exquisite specimen, Milady.”

Madelyn blushed, chuckling in an effort to hide her embarrassment.

A-Train and Deep whistled.

Noir titled his head. If he wasn’t a jacked, six foot tall dude, I might have even found it cute.

Maeve raised her eyebrow, but remained silent.

Homelander was the only one who seemed irritated, frowning at us as he spoke. “I suggest you sit down, we have better things to discuss than your apparent infatuation with Madelyn, Belial.”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, Homelander? Are you and Maeve not a couple, it should be fine for me to shoot my shot, no?” I replied, Pride and Wrath screeching at me to put the inferior lifeform in his place as the caped Supe shattered the expensive wooden table, sending splinters everywhere. “No, it’s fucking not!”

His eyes turned blazing red, my Mana flared. “We have nothing to discuss, Homelander. This matter is between Vought and I– Or rather Madelyn and I, you’re merely here to witness our meeting and protect her if needed, whether I decide to court her or not is none of your business.”

“Alright, alright! You’re both pretty, girls. Will you two calm down?” Maeve stepped in between us, walking over the destroyed remains of the once beautifully-carved table. “Mr. Belial, John’s right. You said it yourself, we’re here on official business, so maybe leave the flirting for later? And John, whether Mr. Belial courts Ms. Stillwell or not, it’s his business. She can’t just stay single her entire life, can she?”

Maeve flinched as Homelander glared at her threateningly. “She has her child, she has us and she has the company to worry about! He’s unnecessary.”

“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” I laughed, fingers lengthening into sharpened claws. My shoulder-blades, forehead and tailbone ached as my true nature– The Daemon within struggled to get out. It was an amalgamation, a beast made of the Sins, created only to act out my desires, be them good or bad. “Stop! John, sit down. Mr. Belial, I appreciate your compliments, but it’s late. I have an interview I must leave for within the next hour...”

Reluctantly, Homelander and I ceased our squabbling. I had no clue what came over me either, I usually wasn’t that confrontational, not unless I was on active duty, which always left me on edge for a couple of days. Then, as I focused further on my emotions, I found out why. I had thought only Pride and Wrath had contributed to my emotional instability, I was wrong.

Greed and Envy were a lot less noticeable than the prior two.

They were trickier, slithering into my psyche, kinda like slugs. They were slow, gradual, yet you could never tell when one was sneaking up on you. “My apology, that was out of line.”

I gently set myself down, ignoring the disturbed and scared look on Cindy’s face. She was right to be afraid, we were facing all of her childhood Heroes, packed together in one room, and the atmosphere was quite tense. Unlike in Sage Grove Center, where she knew she had value to the scientists and as long as she continued to follow orders, they’d not terminate her.

Vought, on the other hand, was different.

They were an international company with an endless amount of influence, combined with the Seven’s popularity, they were a force to be reckoned with. Even if I somehow managed to dispatch the Seven, the consequences that followed would leave us effectively crippled publically. “So, Ms. Stillwell, about that offer you have for Cindy and I?”

Why did I mention Cindy? To show we were a package deal.

That girl was the first human I had met in God knew how long, and my bleeding heart couldn’t stand leaving her to fend for herself.

Protecting her wasn’t too troublesome anyway, I had handled worse– Screaming children and hormonal teenagers. If anything, Cindy was an upgrade compared to those.

“Yes, Lamplighter has decided to retire from the Seven starting next month, and we here at Vought believe you can be an excellent successor to his position–” Cindy, in spite of her beef with the team of Supes for not saving her from Sage Grove, which I found rather unfair to them, yet a totally understandable reaction for her, practically vibrated with excitement. ‘Guess she’s not over them as she thought…’

“WHAT?!” Homelander growled, having remained on his feet since our previous altercation.

Madelyn continued after sending the blonde a reprimanding look. “– But, before any of that can happen- Before we get into the details, we need to know that your heart is in the… Right place, so to say.”

“I’m guessing that is the more polite version of: Am I going to go full Biblical on the human population?” I interrupted teasingly. “You must understand, Mr. Belial, your existence is rather unusual. I know not if you’re being truthful about your identity, but in the case that you are, Vought International can not be seen giving a helping hand to a doomsday cultist. I hope you do not take offense.”

I waved away their concerns. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to go on midnight strolls to steal souls or anything. I don’t want to rule over humans either, even if you guys choose to give me the offer on a discount. Firstly, handling all that stupidity just sounds tiresome. Second, I’m not a moustache-twirling villain.”

“And we’re just supposed to take your words on that?” Lamplighter scowled. Uh-oh, looked like somebody wasn’t quite as willing to give up his position as Madelyn was trying to make me believe. I smiled sardonically and gave him a curt nod. “Yes, you’ll just have to trust that I have absolutely no design on Humanity whatsoever, but I’ll say this, ruling has always been a hobby of my sire, not mine.”

When I said sire, I meant Lucifer– The Star of God. Yup, this body, this Vessel was made by the Devil himself. Pretty neat, right? I winked at Madelyn, putting on my most charming smile. The woman was the boss here, only her opinions mattered, no one else’s. Madelyn’s lips arched up as the full might of my Supernatural charm hammered against her mind. “Okay, that is good to know.”

“You can’t be fucking serious…” I heard Lamplighter whisper to A-Train, only to receive a lighthearted chuckle from his fellow Supe. “Lighten up, Lighter. Let the boss-lady has her fun.”

Homelander boiled nearby, I could even hear the increase of his heartbeats and smell the anger coursing through his veins. Being a Daemon was fucking awesome, it’s like I was always on drugs, always high on adrenaline. Sure, my emotions were all over the place, but having the ability to correctly judge the psychological state of my enemies with my senses? It shouldn’t be possible, or at least should have taken a long time to work out.

Yet, a combination of a Daemon’s manipulative nature and my experience made it near effortless, and it felt so fucking good. I flashed everyone a disarming smile.

“So, let’s iron out the clauses, shall we?”

——◇  [Ars Goetia] ◇——

“– Authorities are trying to find the source of this odd occurrence, but experts say this might have been caused due to global warming–“

“– The President and congress have refrained from making a statement–“

Stan Edgar changed the channel. “– I’m telling you, the end of time has come! The Rapture is imminent! God himself has seen to the evils, greed and sinning way of the Modern World, and those who support this corrupted society, this perversion of nature! The gays, the transgendered, they will all suffer his wrath! They’ll burn in Hell for their abhorrent crimes–!”

Tired of the religious rambling, the Business Executive and current CEO of Vought International shut off the TV altogether, his frown deepening as let Madelyn Stillwell stew in his presence. “I told you to handle this matter carefully just last night, did I not?”

Madelyn swallowed thickly, letting out a tired, nervous sigh as she attempted to make an excuse. Edgar could already see her mind whirling to come up with something, anything coherent enough to explain this fuck-up. Obviously, Edgar did not really blame Madelyn, otherwise she would have been gone. The alien– The Demon’s sudden awakening was outside both his and her expectations.

But, that didn’t mean he couldn’t make her sweat.

She had been a tad too comfortable ever since he decided to delegate his responsibilities to her. If she was to become a worthy President to Vought International, she must be sharpened, made tougher, be more ruthless. “I- I- I’m sorry Mr. Edgar, but I’ve only received the news this morning that Belial broke out of his containment. When I try to reach out for our employees at Sage Grove facility, nobody answered, so I–”

Edgar raised a hand, and instantly, whatever excuse Madelyn had thought up ceased. Edgar gripped the table separating them, shooting to his feet. Edgar, despite being quite old, was an imposing man, nearly as tall as Homelander himself. Even while sitting, he clearly towered over Madelyn, and this difference in height was only made more visible as he stood. “Enough, what does this Belial want?”

And like that, Madelyn went off. She told him Belial, or A-01 as his designated name, wanted an identity for himself and another of Sage Grove’s many subject– Cindy Kimberly. Beyond that, he also demanded to have a percentage of any merchandises Vought about him and the girl Vought might sell, while asking the company to provide them housing and foods before his first paycheck.

All were relatively reasonable, him asking for a cut of his future merchandises only made sense, seeing as these merchandises would be associated to his brand, which would have little to no value should he stop endorsing them.

He had also opted to not join the Seven, instead operating on his own after seeing the disappointments vaunted as ‘Earth’s mightiest’. A clever move on his part, Edgar must admit. The Seven were loaded with incompetents, idiotic children, and while him working outside their operation would slow down his influence and popularity immensely, it would give him an identity beyond being part of the Seven.

What annoyed Edgar, however, were his last three demands. First, he wanted complete control over his public persona, meaning the marketing team could only put out suggestions and not change his brand. The second was to give him the nickname– Antichrist, alluding to his true nature. It was a stupid decision on the Demon’s part, especially after that fiesta in New York.

“I assume you did not agree to this demand?” Madelyn kept silent as Edgar looked over his shoulder and right at her. “You did not agree, yes?”

“I- I did, but he made some very convincing arguments…” Edgar stared unblinkingly at the blonde, patiently waiting like a stalking predator. “He said the Church and religion as a whole have lost a lot of influence and publicity with the coming of the Modern Age and the allegations involving past popes, and people will even defend mass murderers these days. His intention is to focus on the younger demographic, rather than Homelander’s older one.”

“And why do you consider this a good argument for his case?” Edgar questioned, voice as calm as ever. “W- Well, a lot of our analysts have concluded that the Seven aren’t very popular with teenagers. Some think Deep is too much of a joke, others think A-Train is too arrogant, and stuffs like that. I believe Johnathan Belial represents an opportunity to connect with younger, more angsty audience with his atheistic.”

“Go on.”

“He’s right, his good look will also afford him a lot more leeway than usual. Children these days will defend anyone handsome, even serial killers if they’re handsome enough. It doesn’t take effort to search up one on Tiktok with thousands of followers defending their name, that along the Supernatural craze thanks to romance novels aiming at women, him being a Demon will prove… Profitable.”

… “And this has nothing to do with you having taken a liking to him?” Madelyn halted in her track. “There are cameras in the conference room, Madelyn. I’ve seen the entire meeting before I call you up.”

“Then…” Edgar nodded. “His two requests are approved, except for the last one. We can agree to give him a degree of freedom, but he can’t be allowed to act freely on American soils, he must bend to us. Do what you need to make that happen, sleep with him if you must, but do not let another Homelander situation take place.”

Edgar finally sat. “I’m well aware of your attempt to undermine my authority, I’m aware that you inspired distrust of me in that man-child. Next time, if you’re going to do something, do it right. As it stands, you can barely keep a reign on Homelander, do not mess up twice, else I’ll be sorely disappointed in you.”

If this had been decades ago, Edgar would have relished the face Madelyn was making, that mixture of surprise and fear was addictive once, yet as he slowly approached his eighties, he found the passion that once drove his entire persona flickering out. He had done everything, climbed all the way from a nameless black person in a racist society to the man he was today, destroyed countless who wanted to usurp his authority and iron-grip over Vought, and he was tired.

But he couldn’t give away Vought just yet, not until he had made or found the perfect successor to his legacy, and that’s the only reason keeping him from resigning. “You do not have to speak anymore, know that there are few things I’m not aware of in this company.”

He let her sit restlessly for a few seconds, then– “You’re dismissed.”

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