Chapter 122: The Fabulous End Game

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Chapter 122: The Fabulous End Game

January 20th, 2090nove(l)bi(n.)com

Dantes POV

I rubbed my temples tiredly as I looked over the massive pile of paperwork that was on my desk. I remember the good ol days, where terrorism and insurgency didnt require anything besides violence. MY LORD! HAVE YOU FINISHED WITH THE DUTIES OF RULING YET!?! Ibaraki-doji bellowed as he came by to drop off even more paperwork. The strength of his voice caused the documents on my desk to scatter about the office, making me bite back a depressed sob.

Why is Ibaraki-doji my secretary in the first place? Why isnt Susan or Mannequin doing this? Having a sexy secretary would have eased some of this stress with some naughty break time, but no, I get stuck with the exact opposite. Fuck my life. Thats it! Ive had it! Ibaraki-doji, go get Jumbo and tell him he can deal with this fucking paperwork! I roared as I stomped out of the office. Its 2090, damnit, yet Im forced to do all my work on paper to avoid the Council of Nine assholes! Their computer mumbo-jumbo has been a massive pain in my ass. Breathe, Dante. Breathe. In, out, in, out. Yes, just like in Lamaze class. In, out, in, out. Phew, I feel better now.

Hmm, this is rather fascinating. When a little birdie told me about this place, I thought it was just an exaggeration. But it clearly was not. Hell, even the humans can tell something is off here. And they know jack shit about mana and almost nothing about alternate dimensions except for the fact that they may exist. Thats probably why theyre so eager to study it. This dimensional rift is the first physical sign of the multiverse theory. What do we do about this, my lord? Susan asked. Nothing. All that we can do is wait and see what happens. Well be getting updates about this place without having to invest in it anyway. Susan nodded in deference to my impeccable logic. We left as quickly as we came, teleporting back to the castle in Denmark.

I walked past my office, taking the time to savor Jumbos loud wails of frustration as he tried to get through the endless paperwork. Teehee, it feels great to delegate! I sat down in my favorite leather armchair and picked up a cigar to enjoy. With the decoys gone, its vital that Pandemonium acts like it has been severely impaired. Well send out some internal e-mails that the Council of Nine will intercept that indicate were hurting, cut down on open terrorist activity, and generally act as if were scrambling to recover. Politicians the world over will act as if they have won a great victory and pander to the masses that the threat is gone. Then well come back with a vengeance, like our absence was nothing but a big April Fools joke.

Patience. Thats the word for now. Its not a very fun word (it lacks the letter o after all), but its necessary for the plan. My fellow demons are likewise unenthusiastic. Its only due to the promise of a feast at the end of this wait thats keeping them docile. That and the fact that if they dare disobey me my foot will be so far up their ass that their breath will smell of shoe polish.

The world may not know it, but were in the end game here. A new era is coming, with Pandemonium at the helm. My inferno of fun will consume the world soon. Its gonna be fabulous!