Chapter 2: The Contract
Starting from where we left off, our idiot…I mean our mentally distressed protagonist, whose name is still unknown, has decided to sell his own soul to a being calling himself the Ancient One. A person who has done nothing but give off warning signs from the very beginning. But who are we to judge?
The two men stood, facing each other, while the surrounding space shook and trembled once more, indicating that someone was trying to breach into the room once more. Only this time they seemed to be struggling.
"Oh! How glad I am, you have no idea! Your choice, you won't regret, my sweet little delicacy…Aaah! How long has it been! Since a last felt this much ecstasy!" The ultra-creeper spoke as he hugged himself and shivered at the thought of our young Mc, triggering all the red flags one could possibly trigger.
"You…can you stop being so shameless! Fuck…dude, you are just creeping me out! Now just give me the goddamn contract and get on with it! Also, stop calling me those weird nicknames, call me by my name…my name? Wait! What am I called again?" Our Mc came to a sudden realization, a bit too late if you ask me, that he couldn't remember his name…in truth, he couldn't remember anything at all.
This, after all, was a common phenomenon. When a living being died abruptly or forcefully and its soul left the mortal cell, complications might occur, resulting in the loss of useful information, such as someone's name or in extreme cases their whole life.
"...I can't remember…who am I?…" Our Mc was lost for words. In an unknown place, not having an identity, and to top it off, a lecherous super-powered creep as the only company. He was lost, sad, and in a state of despair. He tried his hardest to dig out something, even a small piece of information that he could hold onto, and yet nothing.
"Hahaha! Yes, that's it, let your emotions flow…Aaah! Let them feed your soul with despair!" The Mc focused once again on the only person he currently knew in his entire life and contemplated…
'...This fucking guy…what is the point of feeling down over lost memories…I just have to make new ones. But I have this strange feeling that even if I could remember, I wouldn't like it.' He wouldn't let his emotions drag him down, no when there was a chance for a new life, right in front of him.
"The contract…what does it include?" Even if it meant selling his soul in the process, for our Mc it was worth it.
In response, the pervert took out a pair of circular, harry potter glasses and a stack of papers, from who knows where and started explaining in a professional tone.
"Listen carefully! Signing the contract means that your soul will be bound to me for eternity and at the end of your life…(which will come very fast Hihi)…will be consumed by me." He said with a grin on his face, clearly enjoying the thought the last sentence brought him. Clearing his throat he continued.
"In return! Two gifts will be given. First, you can choose a new universe to reincarnate into with your current appearance. Meaning that you will not take the place of someone else but naturally appear in a random place of your choosing. And as a second gift, you choose one power, limited of course to that beneath of a god." Having said all that, he removed the glasses and manifested a desk along with a pen, handing it over to the Mc.
Without thinking about the loopholes and schemes of the creeper, the Mc picked up the pen and signed the contract. The moment he finished, he felt a pair of shackles form around his soul, binding and restricting it. He had just signed his enslavement.
"For the Universe, I pick…how the fuck can I pick if I can't remember anything! Tch! You pick for me…as for the power…I want to be able to gather energy around me and empower me, both body and spirit…a also make it so I can form long-range attacks with that energy." Feeling a restriction placed on him, his mood once again took a turn for the worse. And to make it even worse his first gift became obsolete because of his missing memories.
"Yes…yes! Leave it to me! I will pick the most suitable place for you…(what an idiot). As for the power…do you mean like a DBZ character, perhaps?" The Ancient One had gained yet another advantage over the Mc.
"Like who…don't know who that is, but if he builds up his power and shoots out energy blasts, the yes. Can we get this over with? I want to get out of here." He sounded exhausted.
The creeper snapped his fingers and the desk along with the contract disappeared. He approached the Mc and without him having time to react, placed his hand on his forehead. A white light enveloped our protagonist, which a few seconds faded.
*Crackle* It seems whoever wanted to enter this space has finally managed to achieve it. A tear has formed once more in the sky, which even though lasted briefly, allowed a team of three people to go through.
"Ah…it seems we are out of time. How unfortunate that we have to part so soon…but it won't be long until we meet again. Now off you go…and may you find a swift death. Hahahaha!" The Ancient One said and gave the Mc a light push on the chest, which made him stumble a few steps back.
At one point, he felt his body become weightless and he realized that a hole was under him. He fell into it, hearing the last words of the man, eyes wide in shock.
"Now I have a group of kids to discipline." The Ancient turned and face the newcomers, who were now but a few meters away from him.
Appearance-wise, they were clad in a silver knight's armor with golden threads curved on its surface. If one looked closely they would notice the threads move, weaving through each other. Their identity couldn't be determined as the armor covered their whole body.
"Under the degree issued by The High Judge, you Ancient Nixen have violated the clauses of your imprisonment. You are to be brought back and locked into the Crematorium for…eternity!" The one who spoke had an authoritative tone, belonging to that of a woman. She drew the sword on her hip. Out of which came a gentle silver aura and held it up high.
"Seize the escapee!" She commanded and the two knights under her command charged. They covered the distance between them in an instant.
Their swords ready at hand, they jumped in the air, and as they descended they swung with a force so mighty that it would easily level a mountain.*BOOM* A sonic wave was produced by their sear display of strength, if a human was the target… they would have been turned to dust.
But the man named Nixen was no human. A sword was held in each of his hands, while he stood still with a carefree expression on his face. With a twist of his wrists, the blade was broken and the knights were forced to take a step back.
That didn't seem to deter them, finding their footing they rushed him, in perfect synchrony with each other. They both twisted their bodies and threw a round-house kick, aimed right at the head.
"I don't have time to play with you. I have to prepare for dinner!" Nixen pushed out his palms and purple energy left his body, it crashed into the knights, sending the fly right next to their captain.
At first, they seemed okay, as they stood up ready to fight. It was a moment later that they noticed the purple energy had latched onto their armor, eroding it at a noticeable pace. Soon they turned to dust.
"You bastard! AAH!" At the sight of this, the captain too charged forward, clearly enraged by the death of her comrades. Her blade shined even brighter and descended, aiming to cut in half her enemy.
"And here I thought you were meant to take me as a prisoner. Heh." He scoffed at her, his attitude showing that she was a mere annoyance to his eyes. Once again purple energy manifested around his hand and condensed on the tip of his finger.
"Bam. You are dead." Making a firing motion, a ray of energy bolted through the air landing on the forehead of the unfortunate captain. She too fell lifeless on the ground, soon turning to dust.
"Now…we wait."
"This is getting repetitive, quite fast. But where the fuck am I?" Getting back to our Mc, he fell into the portal created by Nixen. This time he's found himself in another room, just this time it was black. Strangely enough, his body was visible in this infinite darkness.
"My child…oh poor child!" Not long after he arrived and before he had time to complain this time, he heard a voice of a…woman!
'Please be a big tittied goddess! Please, please!' Once again showing his depravity into his carnal desires, our Mc slowly turned to come face to face with what seemed to be…a big tittied goddess.
"Yes! Where were you when I first died goddamn it! Why was it that that creepo came to me first?!" Pure rage was imbued into his words, eyes glued to the big two round mounds in front of him.
The woman opposite to him was, of course, of otherworldly beauty. Emerald-colored hair, extending down to the ground. A face half-covered with a veil, protecting the poor souls that dared to lay their eyes upon her, only her eyes could be seen, red like the color of hot magma. She wore armor, surprisingly similar to the knights that had fought Nixen, only hers had a red rose embedded on the shoulder pads. Her chest, like any high-end armor, was uncovered for anyone to marvel at.
"I am sorry my son…I am deeply sorry for what you had to endure and yet have to continue to do so. To sell your soul…what a terrible price to pay." Her voice was music to the ears and had a hint of sadness.
"Yeah that's right, I had to endure a lot. So how about you…" Our Mc was cut off, surely before he could ask for something not shameless at all.
"I would like to talk to you child, but you see time is against us. I have after all messed with that man's spell." At the mention of a certain someone, her tone had a cold tinge to it.
"Let me help you. I want you to remember…your name!" And as if a spell was cast on him, the Mc felt a seal relax on his mind, just enough for a word to resurface!
"Galahad…my name is…" What an awe-inspiring name, he felt power come from his name. We are who our memories are, they give us power, even something as simple as a name can hold immense meaning.
"What a…great name. Now I want you to remember…your world!" Once more the seal loosened a bit and allowed for more information to be accessed. This time it was about his homeworld, Earth.
Now one last thing was left for him to remember and that was his own life. For how could one be complete, without knowing who he was, or who he is. The better you understand why you are who you are, the more empowered you'll be to create yourself.
"That's all I can give you my child…I know what you crave for…but that is beyond my powers…maybe one day you will find the answers you seek on your own. Now go and live!" Galahad heard and felt disappointed.
The world they were in seem to crumble, every passing second, being replaced by scorching heat and a red glow.
"Thank you…big tittied goddess…will I see you again?" Galahad asked looking straight into the woman's eyes. She smirked in response and said.
"The name is Elaine my child…who knows, if you grow strong enough…who knows." And just like that, she disappeared along with the darkness, leaving him alone in an empty wasteland.