>>6197867“That’s his name,” Reza replies as her thin tail smacks the ground! “Well, <span class="mu-i">one</span> of them, in any case. Most important one’s the <span class="mu-r">TRUE NAME</span>, but good luck finding <span class="mu-i">that</span>.”
True Name, huh? Do they, like, not like people using it, or? Because you had a regular customer who insisted on being called ‘<span class="mu-i">The Wizard</span>’ and-
“Can’t tell ya the specifics, but knowing a devil’s True Name is like owning the keys to the castle,” Shrugs the devil. “And before you ask, no, only ARCHdevils get ‘em. Nice TRY, perv.”
But if someone could find it-you’re interrupted by another smack! OW!
“Let me make this easy for you to understand: duh DUUURR duh DOI DUH DUUUUH!”
You blink, earning another tired groan from the gremlin. “Okay, <span class="mu-i">less</span> easy: imagine searching for a piece of hay in a needlestack the size of this stupid world. During a firestorm. And you’re <span class="mu-i">naked</span>.”
Uh-huh…
“And while you’re doing that,” She adds as she starts to pace around the room, “There’s an army chasing you around, you’ve never seen a piece of hay before, and it only shows up once every five-billion years.”
Mhm, gotcha. You didn’t think it was possible, but the demon’s frown deepens! “Did… do you <span class="mu-i">SERIOUSLY</span> not get it!? I’m saying it’s super, super difficult, you ULTRA MORON! HELLS, you’re infuriating! I really oughta just put you outta’ your misery, you know!”
Maybe, you shrug, but she hasn’t yet! Is she warming up to you, hmm? Your answer comes in the form of a boot to the chest that sends you flying like a rogue tennis ball!
“AS <span class="mu-i">IF!</span>” She snarls, rushing over to kick your ribs! “I don’t want my dumb boss getting his claws on <span class="mu-i">MY</span> power, that’s all! Dumbass!”
You move to get up, but abandon the idea when you feel a boot plant itself on your chest! “Nuh-uh, you stay down there for a while! You’re on TIME OUT!”
Cool, well…. What else can she tell you about him? Anything useful? Rezzie makes a show of rubbing her chin in quiet contemplation.
“Hmmm… well he’s got an army of butt-kissing devils, he <span class="mu-i">MADE</span> <span class="mu-r">CHAA’TAI</span> and controls it by <span class="mu-i">thinking</span>, oh, and even at my full power he’d probably crush me like a bug, so you?”
A toothy grin forms on the girl’s smug face. “Oh man… it’d be <span class="mu-i">so</span> funny to watch, but… yea, don’t fight him. Seriously.”
Well there’s gotta be <span class="mu-i">SOMETHING</span> you can do to get your soul back, right!? Rezalith stares at you as if you just shat on her carpet. “Gee, you could write <span class="mu-i">books</span> about being stupid. Teach seminars…”
>CONTD. 