Hughes was lying in the telephone booth, bloodied and lifeless. His eyes were still open, looking at where the imposter looking like his wife stood. The last memory he had was of his wife, murdering him. It was sad.
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Alexander stayed until late at the party. It went well and lots of people were wanting to lick his feet. There were even small rumors circulating that he was going to be the new Fuhrer.
"Dobby, what do you think about that pirate?" Alexander asked. Talking about Bradley.
"Suspicious and the way he acted looked fake. He seemed to be calculating everything he was doing." Dobby evaluated.
"Indeed, the way he seemed concerned about the people who attacked me in Creta was even more suspicious. Keep an eye on him." He instructed him. They were walking towards the house allotted to them in the Central City.
"Boss, look. Isn't that?" Dobby pointed to a phone booth with blood visible and a body lying inside it.
"That's Lt. Colonel Hughes," Alexander exclaimed and quickly ran up to him.
Alexander checked his pulse and found him dead. "Let's go to Phixheim."
The two vanished with Hughes. Alexander put Hughes's body on the bed and reversed his body's time and turned it to before he was shot. But then he saw that he was still wounded. Alexander again reversed time and the wounds vanished.
Alexander didn't wake Hughes up and left him to sleep and rest.
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Next Morning,
Hughes woke up without his glasses. His blurry vision stopped him from realizing quickly that he was not in the home. He tapped his hands around and finally felt the familiar frame of his glasses. He put them on and looked around. The air felt more fresh than normal. He quickly understood he was not at home and also remembered what happened last night.
~Hmm, I never knew being dead would feel so alive.~ he muttered to himself and walked to the window.
To his utter shock, he saw outside a gigantic monster running behind kids and little weird animals. They all seemed to be giggling. Then there were unicorns grazing the fields and phoenixes roaming in the sky. The sky also showed a sun and many more planets at a distance. Then there were weird trees made of meat.
~Heaven? How? I have killed people in my life, innocent people. Ishvalans.~ He wondered and went out of his room.
He also went down to look around. The moment he went downstairs, he was greeted by an amazing aroma of freshly baked bread. His stomach grumbled.
~Don't tell me this is hell where you can only smell good food and never get to eat it. What are these voices?~ He wondered.
"Grandpa, look, I cooked this bread for you." Nel showed Alexander a badly baked bread in the shape of a face. It was supposed to look like him.
"Haha, this looks tasty. I'll eat it." Alexander ate it to make her happy.
Alexander waved his hand and suddenly the reality morphed and Hughes' hand became a mirror. "Check your face."
"HOLY SMOKES... I look fabulous." Hughes exclaimed with his purple hair and beard.
*BAM* Alexander threw a plate at the wall and broke it.
"Can Alchemy do this?" Alexander asked. He cast a reparo charm and the plate got fixed.
Hughes was amazed, "Magnificant. How did you do that... wait... I will sign it. This is too interesting."
Like a child who found a newfound toy, he signed the magic contract. He felt a slight ting in his head and it was done. He could feel that he was now somehow connected to this piece of paper and whatever was said in it was true.
"Now, tell me, who and what are you?" Hughes asked eagerly.
"Well, my name is Alexander Maxim Universe. I am basically a cleaner who cleans dirt in the form of sinners in various worlds.
"My job includes investigating villains, destroying them, and helping the world get better. I might be the General Universe, but in reality, that's just one of my persona." He explained.
"So you're like some deity with too much time?" Hughes asked.
Alexander's eyes twitched, "Helping troubled worlds is my work. But yeah, while doing it, I also have a lot of free time."
"Hahaha, nice joke. General. Since when did gods start coming among us mortals." Hughes laughed.
But Alexander didn't try to explain and stayed silent. Eventually, Hughes calmed down and looked at him intently.
"You were not lying?" He asked.
Alexander shook his head, "No, anyway, what got you killed?"
Hughes quickly turned serious.
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