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#31
The writer sighed with relief, as he began floating between worlds with naught but darkness all around him. Honestly, given the dubious nature of his journey, he was worried he'd be reincarnated into a baby, an animal, or worse, an inanimate object. After all, as an accomplished writer of the old world, Leo was well accustomed to this particular genre and its many tropes. It was a topic as random as a polka-dot hippopotamus with 534 golden stripes and 7 miniature butterfly wings. There was absolutely no telling what would happen next.

Still, as far as could tell, his body was more or less the same, stronger even then how he last remembered. He felt his body brimming with a power that would bring Olympic athletes to shame. But that too was par for the course. Thinking back, Leo felt that there was perhaps some truth, after all. to the original tales in his old world that had told of other worlds and the happenings therein.

Thus, the writer wasn't at all surprised by the sudden shift in his environment nor even of the numerous messages that appeared unbidden onto the surface of his mind. It was true that he still felt a thin sense of incongruity when personally experiencing the very things that were once the sole purview of fiction, however, he knew better than to doubt his circumstances now. After all, what was a little fiction when one has already spent a decade living with the Devil?

Therefore, Leo immediately went down the list of messages in his head, in the exact order they had appeared. As a soldier, he knew how vital it was to make use of all his assets and as a writer, he knew that the key to his future living all depended on the things he discovered now.

First off was the title "『Summoned Hero』. That one was apparent; though he grimaced at how he could have acquired the title of hero, he also understood full well how he could be depicted as one. After all, the blood of thousands was on his hands.

Next was 『Quick Learner』. Its usage seemed apparent - a direct increase in the rate he accrued experience. Perhaps it was even helping him now. However, there was surely more to it than that. For just how would it increase his accumulation rate in the first place? Did it accelerate his thought process? Perhaps it even enhanced the areas of his brain that dealt with the retention of knowledge?  Or maybe it somehow aided his own attempts at analysis? Regardless, the writer felt no different than usual, but there was no telling what changes were now being made to his over-active mental faculties.

Perhaps there was a help menu in this mysterious system that would help resolve the issue, the writer suddenly hoped. Or perhaps there even existed some other feature that could render him another form of aid. And so, Leo spent the next several moments running through various commands in his mind, hoping for a single hit: 『Help』,『Menu』,『Summoned Hero』,『Quick Learner』,『Mana Sensitivity』,『Translate All』,『Personal Status』,『Summon Food』,『God of Cooking』,『Demon Companion』,『Demon Master』,『Clio』,『The Devil』,『BBQ』,『Wings』,『Level』,『Level Up』,『Experience』,『Character』,『Status』,『Inventory』,『Ability』,『Skills』,『Save』,『Load』,『Brightness』,『Zoom』,『Speed』,『Slow』,『FAQ』,『Troubleshoot』,『Refund』... Leo ran through every keyword he could think of that might apply and some that might not, which to the writer was a whole lot of words, more so for a writer as accomplished as he. And perhaps 『Quick Learner』 was already showing results; For even as he continued listing out keyword after keyword in his mind, he already split his mental processes to continue onward down the list.

『Mana Sensitivity』 was next, making Leo giddy with excitement. Clio had always tried to prevent him in the past from ever touching the subject, most likely to prevent him from some unseen danger or restriction had he begun learning the subject too early. However, it seemed all such restrictions were now lifted and he was free to pursue the subject at his leisure, a fact he was thankful for to no end.

Then there was 『Translate All』, arguably the most powerful ability to be granted to him now and forevermore. Most people when seeing such an ability would merely use it to communicate using any known or unknown language. At best, they might use it to read ancient texts or even aid in the use of their own magic, however that was a thoroughly elementary use of the ability. Such actions would fall under the purview of a simple 『Translate』 ability, however this was 『Translate All』. If the ability truly worked as advertised, then it should theoretically allow him to read the wind, read his opponents to check their future moves and even read their 『Status』. He'd even be able to communicate with rocks and any other object, animate or inanimate, by translating their intent and furthermore, such an ability would allow him to read 『Fate』 itself, long before it has a chance to unfold. There was plenty to be done with an ability with the audacity to go by the name of 『Translate All』and naturally, Leo tried them all.

『Personal Status』 was up next. As stated, it should allow him to see his personal status and therefore not the status of others. However, this was a near worthless ability given the apparent glory of 『Translate All』, which would not only allow him to see his own status, but the status of others as well.

After that was the massive can of worms otherwise known as 『Summon Food』. Was there a limit to the amount of food he can summon? Even then, how much can he summon at once and at what range? Could he summon food past obstacles and therefore fill jars with water without ever having to open them? Did the food he summon come with an appropriate package and utensils or were they strictly just food, leaving him to find cups and platters on his own? Could he perhaps fire out summoned food as a weapon or even use those same cups and platters in such a manner? If so, what was the current maximum velocity and could he increase it by using mana or some other means? Even then, just what kind of foods can he summon? Can he summon anything food-like he can imagine? Then, does he personally have to perceive something as food before he can summon it or can he only summon from a fixed list? Also, can he summon anything he has read about as being a food or must he have eaten everything himself before he can summon it? Furthermore, can he only summon human food or can he summon food meant for other beings in which case, would the rules change to accommodate the new eater?

Finally, was he able to use 『Summon Food』 to perform 『Mana Cooking』? If so, then would all of his mana-dishes made become a guaranteed success, a feat unheard of in any recorded world or iteration found in Clio's library? However, as it was a legendary craft whose only drawback was the unnaturally high degree of difficulty not found even in the crafting of the greatest of mythical swords, then what manner of effects could he apply and would they be limited until he furthered his own strength? After all, there were even recorded instances of flawed mana-dishes bringing back the dead, albeit temporarily, for only a completed mana-dish could permanently overcome death. Then, there were mana-dishes that exploded entire countries, mana-dishes that summoned vast armies, mana-dishes that turned a poor beggar into the greatest swordmaster his world had ever known, mana-dishes that granted eternal life, mana-dishes that could transmute lead into gold, and far, far more. If 『Summon Food』 could really perform 『Mana Cooking』, then even the demonic horde of his old world would have stood no chance against him. Thus, there were simply too many experiments Leo had to run in that brief time between worlds and this single ability alone consumed most of that time.

With that ordeal now past him, Leo moved on to the prestigious title known only as the 『God of Cooking』. The name was shocking and at first Leo thought he misread it. For due to all his time spent reading and writing about fantasy literature, he knew that any skill or ability with "God" in its name was no joke. Though it was about cooking, this skill was no doubt a full tier above the rest and by virtue of having this skill alone he was likely given a means of ascension himself. Could his extended stay in Clio's domain been the cause? Had staying long in that divine library imparted some form of divinity to himself? Perhaps Clio herself had personally intervened to grant him the title or had even shared a portion of her own divinity at no small expense. Leo simply had no way of knowing. Either way, the writer had to suppress his conditioned instinct to find and talk to her about it, for that was impossible now. He smiled bitterly before stopping himself once more. No need to give her more things to worry about. But if he really did ascend to godhood then he really could see her again. Wouldn't that give her a surprise. Leo thought with a grin. Her expression alone might make the goal worth aiming for.

『Demon Companion』 was next and that surprised him. It seemed the system thought merely having a demonic ally by your side was on-par with the many cheat-like abilities he was given or perhaps there really was something special about this particular fox after all. Leo was suddenly excited to think about how the fox would be like all grown-up. Just remembering its awe-inspiring visage on his final battlefield left the soldier with the desire to do whatever it took to help promote its growth. Therefore, despite not being a very religious man himself, Leo prayed nonetheless. "O Lord, bless this Thy Demon Fox that, with it, Thou mayest rip Thine enemies into tiny pieces... in Thy mercy."

His prayer accomplished, Leo moved on to the last primary entry on the list - the title and honor of 『Demon Master』. The soldier within him smiled at the irony. After fighting tooth-and-nail against demon-kind for the better part of his life and slaughtering thousands of the fiends, he was now being given sovereignty over them? Still, because of all that fighting, Leo knew just how fearsome a demonic horde could be. If this title would then later allow him to build his own demon hordes with which to extend his will then it would prove an invaluable asset should the rifts later appear in this world as well. For his old world was caught off-guard and had little to no time to prepare for the threat, ultimately leading to its defeat.

This time, however, Leo won't be making the same mistake.

Then came the levels, the sweet sound of multiple level-ups happening concurrently with one another in perfect, joyous harmony. And though 'fun' isn't something one considers when one brings balance to one's own inner universe but this... did put a smile on his face. However, by virtue of having a system capable of 'level-ups,' then 'experience' had to exist as well. The question then came, did any experience, even those from common mundane tasks, contribute to his overall 'experience,' or did the blood-thirsty system only care about the experience of murder and bloodshed?

The system had also mentioned something about 'unallocated points.' Therefore, if the system was anything like those commonly found in his old world, then he should be able to allocate his points in a status screen of some kind, a feature he had only recently explored. However, no sooner had the writer finished his task then a surge of bright light engulfed him, changing his environment once again.

When his vision cleared, Leo found himself in a vast plain, filled with rolling fields and grass enveloping the land as far as the eye could see. Slightly cloudy skies lay with nimble grace overhead, while the brilliant sun shone down its glorious rays below unto the breathtakingly beautiful landscape.

Leo yawned, and that's when he saw her.






A head overflowing with long auburn hair, with ears that wouldn't look out of place on a wolf, and a mouth that wouldn't look out of place near an apple; there stood a girl with a confidant demeanor that would only be further augmented by the presence of apples. Leo really got the feeling she'd enjoy apples. Perhaps I should gift her one, the man thought idly. It'd be good test for 『Summon Food』 as well so it'd be killing two birds with one apple.

Leo grinned. For that part, perhaps it'd be a good idea to try his other skills as well. First, he tried using 『Translate All』 to read as much data as possible on both the Wolf girl and the robed staff man conversing with her - their 『Status』, their history, their everything. Next, he tried putting his 『Mana Sensitivity』 to use as their conversation continued. Having two live test subjects was certainly great! Leo, himself, was beginning to see why certain people actually enjoyed being a scientist.

He had many questions that needed answering and more experiments that needed to be run, but it seemed the current situation denied him the time for that luxury. For the wolf-eared girl had a question of her own and Leo, being the kind and thankful man that he was, was glad to answer the girl's question.

"That appears to be a summoning defect of some kind," the so-called 'summoned hero' innocently explained with unperturbed glee, as he picked up the offending fox into his arms. "No doubt the results from a faulty summons made at discount price."

With an innocent gleam in his eye, Leo used 『Summon Food』 to place a vibrant red apple on the girl's head, all the while staring meaningfully at the apparent magi who was busily counting the coins in the bag. "Yo, summoner guy, can you really take all that guilt-free? Don't you see how a mistake has occurred here and yet you still demand full payment for a flawed service?"

"At the very least, don't you think she deserves a discount for the trouble, or -dare I say it?- a refund?"
#32
The writer immediately noticed the Devil staring at him intently. "Not trying to start another staring contest, are you?" He asked tentatively, but still complied with the girl's wishes. For despite his iron-clad mask, a torrent of feelings had long since rushed inside him: anger, sadness, joy, pain, and hollow acceptance. The soldier almost wished he could relive the tragedy of the Grim Journey if it meant being able to stay with her for another ten long years. After all, there were just too many things he wanted to say. He could've gone on and on for days and never run out of topics to discuss, but instead...


"Thank you, Clio."

...was all the writer said before he closed his eyes: a simple three word phrase unadorned with any rhetorical flourish or embellishment, yet packed with more feeling than any mountain of text could ever hope to express. For sometimes less was indeed more; sometimes any excess words merely got in the way of the message being conveyed and Leo wanted there to be no doubt of his intent.

He consciously let the arm that once held Clio drop loosely to his side. Past this moment, the soldier knew that she would forever be out of his arm's reach. However, there was absolutely no way that Leo would let things end on such a mellow note. Thus, he spoke with his customary grin even till the end. "You may be the Devil, but you are already a goddess in my eyes. So take care of yourself over here while you wish me luck over there!"

The writer laughed, his smile never leaving his lips. For there was one last thing he could do for her now that he was being granted life in the world below. Therefore, Leo opened his eyes to give the girl one final message before his body fades and his life is born anew.





"I'll show you a story worth watching."


#33
"There, there, Devil," the writer merrily patted Clio on her back between sobs. There was a brief pause and Leo waited for the girl to get her bearings before continuing. "So then, why did you bring me here, oh dearest?" The man spoke at length, with a jestful cadence. "Surely it's not to eat your food and read your books? Perhaps it's to do your laundry then? Ah, or maybe it's simply so that I might serve you a nice heaping platter of BBQ wings, your favorite."

"...In any case, did you bring the others too? If so, are they well?" Leo grinned wryly, as he glanced at the small fox that had dutifully climbed up to his shoulder now that his hand was occupied.

"However, if all you want is my soul, then I'm afraid you'll be sorely disappointed." The writer gave Clio one long, drawn-out smile. "Because that's mine. All mine~"
#34

"I had figured as much," Leo bitterly smiled. Earlier, there was no knowing just how many strings the girl had to pull to allow him stay for as long as he did. Thus, the thanks he already felt was plentiful enough. Still, a slight tinge of disappointment now strained his otherwise cheerful voice.

"Alright," Leo mischievously replied, as he closed the gap and pulled Clio in for a warm embrace. For though such a scene never happened back then, it was the writer's job, after all, to add their own creative spin to tales they would recount. "My name is Leo Grancea" The writer reintroduced himself. "Are you the Devil?"



"Do be honest this time."
#35
It was his greatest work yet, a masterpiece that outshone all that he had ever made. It would have surely landed him multiple awards in his previous world too, had he written it before his untimely demise. For in all his life as a writer, Leo had never once written a piece filled with such emotion and depth that it would stir the soul for years to come. Honestly, the battle-hardened soldier never expected his book to turn out the way it did. From the start, he had merely been detailing the daily life he had shared with Clio since their very first meeting, recording every interaction, every triumph, and every defeat up till this very day - the day when this ten year interlude would finally reach its end.

In this way, the book was completed, the story of a lifetime compressed within its unassuming pages. Included was everything that had made these last few years so special for the two of them; It was their own private history, unrelated to the conflicts raging across numerous worlds and the machinations of demons and angels alike. These precious few moments in time were meant for them, and them alone.

Thus, Leo could think of nothing else that would make a better farewell present then the book he now held in his arms. Many memories were sealed within and so the writer fondly reminisced, as he made his way downstairs. It was time to say goodbye.


























Honestly, Leo was reluctant to part with it, the only book of its kind, handwritten, and with no other copies existing in any other world or iteration. The contents were masterfully written and the story itself was a pleasant read, however the book carried great sentimental value for the writer-turned-soldier. By parting with it, Leo felt as if he was leaving a part of his very soul behind.

The writer grinned wryly. Perhaps that was the Devil's scheme, after all. Still, there was no changing his mind. With one final step down from the last flight of stairs, the writer's reminiscence came to an abrupt end. Standing before him was the girl that had given him so much over the course of this last decade. Her back was presently turned to him though, as her attentions focused on something on a nearby table. She was calling for him to come down at the moment, however, causing Leo's grin to resurface. It seemed she did not yet realize that he was already so close to her.

He drew near and his immediate thoughts were of mischief, to pull one last prank before their final goodbyes. However, that was when Leo finally noticed what had so captured the girl's attention before - a small puff of white fur laying curled up on the table with a blue mark on its head. Its size was infinitely smaller than what he remembered, but he recognized it at a glance. It was the silver fox demon from the time he was alive, the last comrade to remain by his side in the conflict that had so thoroughly consumed his previous world. It had presided over his final moments then and had remained a true comrade until the very end.




It seemed the Devil had brought quite a farewell gift of her own. However, perking up with sudden movements, the fox had apparently noticed him too, as it quickly came bounding over onto his outstretched hand.




Gone was its regal bearing, and few would be able to connect the fox's present state to the silver terror of the battlefield it had once been. Leo himself could not help but let a chuckle escape his lips, as he viewed the little creature standing attentively upon his palm. For now, the former lord of all demons looked as small and cuddly as the common household pet.

Finally, Leo turned to address Clio for perhaps the last time. "This is for you," he said simply, as he handed over the book in his hands. And though he already knew the answer, though he knew that there was already no turning back, he still had to ask anyways:

"Clio, if you'd like, how about I remain here a little longer? Just you, me, and the fox as well - it'll be great! Besides, it's not like the world will suffer much from the lack of one mere writer," Leo explained. "And even if that were the case, I'm sure... the world can solve its own problems for once."
#36
"Something helper-like, you say, but... Librarian #1, huh?" Leo spoke the title aloud, before nodding his head in glee. "Well, it's great that you know our rankings, #2."

"In any case, I'll go prepare us some grub! Can't get any more 'helper-like' than that!"




Thus did their decade of colored history begin. It wouldn't be found in any history books and few would ever know of this brief moment in time shared between the last survivor of an entire world and the Devil herself. However, both gained much from the experience. For Leo, the daily life those two took part in restored some semblance of normality in his otherwise tumultuous life. It helped him move past the tragedy of his past world and revived a portion of his lost humanity. As for the Devil, it seemed she was just happy having someone to finally interact with.

Leo had even erected a small scoreboard in a small, out-of-the-way area to keep track of this 'interaction,' for he was a very thoughtful man. In this way, he wrote his portion in regular white chalk, but made sure to swap to red chalk when writing the Devil's side. After all, the Devil loved red.


"Look at how thoughtful I am."




Time passed, and the two settled themselves harmoniously... or at least as harmonious as it could possibly get between a dead man and a Devil. Still, they made many memories together, some good, some bad, but there was no denying the unusual bond that had formed between these two unlikeliest of companions.

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Year 1

"Still in the lead."

It took no time at all for the soldier to adapt to his new lifestyle. Cooking had become his new favorite pastime post-death and, to his delight, he found he was already quite proficient at it. Turns out all his time spent practicing his penmanship did not go to waste! His nimble fingers easily took to culinary arts like fish to water. Thus, with his trusty kitchen knife in one hand and book in the other, Leo began a relatively stress-free life with the Devil at his side.

Still, Leo made little headway into several more important matters, such as the reason for the attack on his world in the first place or even of any information about the rifts themselves. Clio had always tried to shift the topic whenever he brought it up and it was apparent she was doing more to dissuade him than simply talking to him about it: Books would mysteriously disappear in his presence and shelves would magically rearrange themselves whenever he was near. Leo knew to take a hint when he saw one, so he withheld from delving deeper into the topic until Clio felt more comfortable to talk about it. For he already realized that she was only performing such antics for his sake.

It still bothered him though.

[warning]
Year 2

"The Devil discovered the scoreboard. She was furious."

From then on, Clio began putting in more effort into their occasional games. As for Leo, he had been making steady advancements in the world of culinary arts. By living in a library filled to the brim with the knowledge of every world and every iteration imaginable, he had made full use of his time to further his view in the world of cooking. That knowledge plus the dexterity developed from his divine penmanship led to some rather miraculous breakthroughs: Already, he could throw a potato in the air and dice it before it hit the ground. He could carve out a beautiful rose from an unassuming block of tofu. And he was even beginning to see why kids loved the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch! Needless to say, he had fully taken charge of the kitchen area and from that moment on, most if not all meals the two ate were made by his hand.

[warning]
Year 3

"Did the Devil actually score a point!? Perhaps it was coincidence?"

This was a monumental year. Armed with the knowledge of all worlds and backed by his intense perseverance, Leo finally reached the pinnacle of cooking by his original world's standards. However, many more worlds existed and Leo found he was only beginning to scratch the surface of something deeper.

However, this year held another momentous event: The Devil had actually scored a point! Was the world coming to an end... again?

[warning]
Year 4

"It was no coincidence!"

The Devil has begun to frequent the area around the scoreboard, a foreboding smile appearing on her face from time to time. Was that the reason? Leo was starting to feel a creeping sensation wherever he went this year.

But creepy sensation or not, Leo began experimenting with the newest technique he had unearthed from the bowels of the Devil's library itself - mana-cooking! It was a technique that supposedly incorporated the infusion of mana into foods via the cooking process, which not only enhances the taste, but also introduces many elements normally only seen in elixirs and other magical products. And though it seemed a simple task, extreme mana control, concentration, and perseverance was required or else the technique would ultimately fail. In many ways, a mana-dish was even harder to produce than the famed elixer and some included recipes seemed even harder to replicate than the greatest of legendary swords. Additionally, from the information gleaned from the books Leo found, he surmised that it was already considered quite a feat to succeed in creating even a faulty mana-dish and he discovered that there were scant few in history who had managed even that.

However, Leo was not dissuaded! In fact, the more he read about the mana-cooking, the more he wanted to try it himself. Thus, he began his fervent research into the topic, and immediately tackled the first barrier in his path to mana-cooking greatness - mana. For in order to perform mana-cooking one naturally had to possess mana. But just what was mana? His previous world never even had the concept of mana to begin with so he had to start from scratch. Several hours of library diving later, he eventually found several high-grade mana cultivation techniques left scattered throughout the library. Still, it proved a difficult task to wrap his mind around such a foreign concept so he eventually went to Clio for help. However, when she found out what he was up to, she grew increasingly flustered and forcefully made him stop in his endeavor. She later went on to confiscate all the books he had taken about the subject and strictly forbade him from researching further into the topic... "At least for now," she had said. Stingy! Still, Leo immediately took heed of her advice and regretfully put on-hold his dreams of cooking with mana. For after all these years together, the two had developed a mutual trust and respect for one another. Leo figured Clio was stopping him for a good reason, perhaps even the same reason why she can't yet tell him of the rifts. Thus, the soldier could only sigh and carry on with life.

[warning]
Year 5

"Seems like the Devil's getting serious, but so can I!"

It seems challenging an ancient being to a game of riddles may not have been the greatest of ideas. Even after Leo spent a full month of devoted preparation, Clio was still ready for all the toughest riddles that the soldier could throw out and was able to dish out as much as she was dealt. Was the Devil slowly growing accustomed to his many tricks? This was grim news indeed.

But what was perhaps more grim was that at certain times, mainly while he was cooking, Leo could swear a voice was trying to call out to him. In the end, the voice was always drowned out by a barrier of some sort so, while Leo found it curious, he payed it no heed. Thinking back, Clio was depressed all day the first time it happened. Perhaps she was the barrier after all? Later in the year, however, a second voice had joined with the first and later still, a third had joined as well. With so many voices trying to contact him at once, brief words and phrases were finally breaking past the barrier and were being properly transmitted into his ears. At first, Leo didn't think much of the broken snippets of conversation that one would struggle to make sense of, but one day, a mischievous voice had given him the answer to a riddle Clio was hounding him about and the triumphant grin on her face shattered into many triumphant pieces. Leo grinned from ear-to-ear. Thank you, Mystery Voice A! He inwardly cheered. I owe you one!

#37
Was it fate? Divine guidance from above, perhaps? Maybe it even had something to do with the Devil, but whatever the reason, Leo's wanderings were immediately cut short when he heard the sound of a familiar voice seeping through from inside a small corner-room that would have otherwise escaped his notice.

"...bad after all."

His hand froze in mid-knock. Bad? Just what was so horrendous that even the Devil herself would call it bad? He idly wondered. Could it somehow be related to his sudden appearance in this place? Or maybe the Devil still held a grudge after losing. If so... then was the Devil plotting to deal with him right now!?

Leo grew worried. as he hung around the area. Between cleaning, reading, and simply pacing uncomfortably, he always kept one eye trained on the ominous door, ready for anything the Devil might throw at him.




Finally, only after an hour of mounting dread did the door finally open, revealing the Devil in all her resplendent glory. "Thank God," The soldier sighed before freezing up once more. The Devil wouldn't take offence, right?

Leo made eye contact, and it was only then that he noticed slight irregularities with his infernal counterpart. However, was that a trace of melancholy he saw plastered across the girl's face? He was shocked at this newest development. Surely he was imagining it. There was no way the Devil could possibly feel that particular emotion. Nevertheless, as if forgetting his original purpose for being there, Leo spoke with a voice laden with concern.

"Are you really alright now, Clio? I was getting worried."
#38

"Leo: 1"
"Devil: 0"



The man grinned, as he waved brightly at the receding figure. "I think I'll be keeping a running tally."

Leo immediately closed his sore eyes and stretched his limbs after making sure the girl couldn't see him. Honestly, he was quite impressed with her endurance. She was able to match pace with the last soldier of an army backed by an entire world. The Devil was truly fearsome indeed!

Still, with the Devil now gone, he was finally left to his own devices. Thus, Leo began tidying up the areas around him that had been soiled by the latest encounter. After all, if he was to be here for a 'whole ten years,' then taking care of the place was only a matter of course. Hence, he brought order to the misplaced chairs and tables, straightened out loose fabrics that were blown off by the Devil's stench-like miasma, and replaced fallen books onto their matching bookshelves.

As he was a former writer, Leo naturally treated the books with care and felt at home in the unnaturally large library. Only after basic maintenance was complete did he begin to move on, however, his eyes continually scanning the many titles he passed. Did the Devil properly stock up on the novels he had written himself? The soldier wondered. Maybe she was even a fan.

Leo grinned at the thought. He had to ask that the next time he saw her. For now, he was content in touring his new home.
#39
"You blinked."

The soldier may have failed to stop the demons from destroying his own world before, but here, in this very moment, he had beaten the Devil herself! "My people..." Leo somberly prayed. "You have been avenged."


However, was the Devil now angry? Talk about a poor sport, Leo thought dryly. Even after all those compliments too... no,wait. The soldier grinned. So that's how it was. He understood now. The Devil was acting this way because she wanted MORE compliments! Who knew the Devil was so sly?

"But... I really do think you're cute and beautiful, Clio," Leo spoke with eyes ashimmer. "Is that so wrong?"
#40
http://www.youtube.com/v/yhe741zDd3w

"What's the matter, Clio-Clio?"



"Don't tell me... are you beginning to tire?"

Because I certainly am! Leo inwardly yelled. Just what was WITH this girl!? Who actually withholds a blink for one entire hour!? But perhaps this was to be expected of the devil; it seemed as if she carried a tenacious spirit that was as strong, if not greater, than his own. The soldier was actually beginning to worry that he'd lose the contest, as his will gradually began to falter. For even his iron-clad mask, which had held strong till now, showed faint signs of breakage.

Things were in dire traits, but thankfully the writer-turned-soldier was struck by a sudden epiphany. That's right! Leo thought excitedly. Just like when he fought demons, if his attacks were proving ineffective then he only needed to change the angle of his attack!

His stare intensified, seeming to bore right into the girl's face, unable to let go of even an inch. If her physical endurance was too strong, then it was time to go mental!

"Cleo, you've got beautiful eyes..." he began with the age-old adage. There was no stopping his insidious scheme! Will she even be able to look me in the eye? Leo wondered, now confidant in his victory. Perhaps she'll turn red as a tomato? Maybe she'll even surrender outright? However, this was the Devil he was talking about, so there was no way he was about to take any chances!

Thus, he began pouring out as many compliments as he could think of in a manner not unlike a machine-gun. He wouldn't even give the girl a chance to react! Therefore, not even the Devil will be able to resist! He continually belted out compliment after compliment from his heart and soul, as his eyes bored deep into Clio's own.

"Your strange ear puffs are weird, but they suit you!"
  "You've radiant hair! I especially like how it tries to avoid you."
    "Your halo is sharp and probably makes for a good weapon!"
      "You smell nice!"
        "Your skin's so white, it's become white space!"
          "Actually, you smell weird!"
            "You've a beautifully disproportionate face!"
              "You look cute with all those red marks!"

"And your wings make me think of BBQ!"
#41
"Oh, you're staying for a decade now are you? And who told you could do this?" The girl had said. Was she testing him?

"The Devil." Leo replied matter-of-factly.

Already, it was growing difficult to keep his eyes open, as the urge to blink threatened to overwhelm him. However, he kept his eyes fully trained on the girl and his grin remained. Even his twitching had come to a complete, inexplicable stop. Though he was having certain difficulties, he refused to show it.

"Well, how is it, Clio-Clio? Do your eyes not water, does not your sight begin to sting?" The man intoned, a faint hint of worry dying his inflection as his eyes took on a somber hue. "But must you suffer needlessly? You can change all that, you know," he continued sweetly, deciding it was well past time the Devil received some temptation herself.

"Merely close your eyes, blink for just one moment... and your pain will all go away."
#42
Leo's eyes glinted, a mirror of the girl's own. "I like it here just fine, but thanks for asking anyways, dear Devil." He sank back onto the chair from which he lay and a long awkward moment passed between the two.

The soldier utilized this time to initiate a sudden, deep staring contest with the devil before him. If nothing else, he took great pride in his willpower, a facet of his being that allowed him to persist even when he held nothing else. Thus, his arms were similarly crossed at his side and a smug expression soon settled across his face; no way was he going to be the one to blink first.

"In any case... I don't suppose you've got any board games laying around?" Leo finally said at length, eyes twitching yet never blinking. "After all, a decade's an awful long amount of time to just sit here chatting."
#43
The man grinned at 'the Devil's' reply. "I knew it!" He exclaimed aloud, nodding his head in exaggerated glee, but stopped upon hearing the sudden rebuttal. "Come now, don't be shy, the Devil," Leo pushed. Admittedly, even he was beginning to grow curious as to why the Devil would want to hide her identity. Evidently, It seemed as if the young girl had actually come up with a new secret identity, Cleo the Librarian! She even went so far as to pose a giant 'V' to better sell the image.

However, all thoughts of the girl's identity flew from his mind as he listened intently about what she had to say after. At first, he was speechless. With so many drastic events happening one after another, Leo was hard-pressed to even know where begin. He had always been writing about such rapid developments happening to his characters with hardly a thought, but to have the same happen to him really changed his perspective on things.

"Ms... Clio?" Leo spoke tentatively, as if having trouble enunciating the name. His face really scrunched up, making very exaggerated and varied motions before finally settling down in defeat. "I'll just call you Clio-Clio, for short," he murmured dejectedly.

"So Clio-Clio, did I really take down all 652,723 demons? Now that's GOT to be in the Guinness Book of World Records, Clio-Clio," the soldier joked brightly to buy time as his mind raced to process these newest developments. It had been exactly as he had feared, or maybe even worse. Leo inwardly sighed. He had always felt that humanity really had a decent chance after his actions. Thus, it was slightly disheartening to hear about the end result despite all the hard work and sacrifice they had put in. But like they say: there was no use crying over spilt milk. The Devil herself had brought him here for a reason after all, one that he was absolutely dying to find out.

"So then, why did you bring me here, dear Devil?" Leo asked plaintively, before making his hopeful inquiry: "And did you bring the others too? If so, are they well?"

"...However, if all you want is my soul, then I'm afraid you'll be sorely disappointed."
#44

Humanity's last soldier slowly opened his eyes, never remembering having closed them in the first place. However, he was immediately taken aback by the sudden change in his surroundings. One moment he was peacefully star-gazing in the battlefield, then one grand flash of light later, he found himself in this strange place filled with a warm glow and a tranquil atmosphere. Had they succeeded? Leo was dying to know. Had their struggles achieved peace, had they finally managed to drive the demons back, or had all their sacrifice and hard work come to naught?

"Hello there!" A cheerful voice appeared, cutting into his thoughts. It was different from the sounds he had grown accustomed to of late: the roars of hungry beasts and the pitter-patter of endless rain. It was the voice of another soul.

"Congratulations on round one! You lost!"

The follow-up reply sort of ruined the moment, but Leo could not help but smile wryly anyway. It seemed like ages since he last heard the sound after all, but his smile was short-lived as he remembered his unique circumstances.

He was dead, right?

Gone was the pain in his side, his right arm was fully capable of movement, and he could even see from his now-functional left eye! He was held briefly in a mixture of amazement and relief, before turning his attentions back to the girl in front of him.

She possessed an unnatural fuchsia-colored hair color and amber eyes. Wings of pure white sprouted from her back, while a dangerous smile adorned her front. Altogether, her appearance was a welcome reprieve from the visual onslaught of the demons he had faced mere moments before. Leo thought she looked quite pretty... at least when compared to a demon. The soldier immediately resumed his wry smile and waved his greetings.

"Hello yourself!"

After all, there were many beliefs about afterlife where he had come from, and though Leo himself was not too knowledgeable about the topic, he at least knew the basics. Was this heaven? Perhaps it was hell? Barring that, there existed one other glaring possibility.

Was this another world? It was a topic he had often been writing about back in his past, even gaining world-wide recognition on several of his works. But if so, what had happened in his previous world? Judging by the girl's response, however, it seemed like things didn't go so well after all.

"Congrats, me," Leo laughed in hollow mimicry of the girl's reply. He had given humanity's last-ditch effort his all - but sometimes 'his all' was not enough.

Turning to the girl once more, Leo began to introduce himself. "My name is Leo Grancea," he said simply, before a mischievous grin of his own crept onto his lips.

"Are you the Devil?"
#45
Designation: Leo Grancea
Gender: M
Age: 24
Occupation: Writer, Soldier, Hero
Country of Origin: 'Murica
Origin of Earth: 2012
Quirky: American from a war-torn alternate reality invaded by "demons"
Likes: Guns, Fast Food, Liberty
Dislikes: Lack of Humor, Lack of Respect, Lack of Fast Food
Personality: Selfless, courageous, and a proud sponsor of the American way
Intellectual Capabilities: As average as average can be; For writers do not need to think, soldiers need only to act, and heroes just need to stand there and look pretty.
Physical Capabilities: Developed extreme dexterity to boost his penmanship, which ended up increasing his muscular strength because pens are heavy. Also, he underwent military training.
Hobbies: Practicing penmanship, buying really heavy pens, fishing, fighting demons, cooking, star-gazing and, last but not least, writing
Strengths: Divine penmanship, highly acclaimed writing skills, strong willpower
Weaknesses: Prefers overkill instead of more standard approaches, can't see why kids prefer Cinnamon Toast Crunch, strong willpower, and kryptonite
Request: Nothing
Abilities:
STR: 10
DEX: 18
CON: 10
INT: 8
WIS: 8
CHA: 10





World Setting: It ended before it ever began. Guns flashed and soldiers roared as the fighting reached its zenith. Explosions rocked the earth whilst fires towered within the night sky. The hard-fought battle that had lasted several days was finally coming to a conclusion. Already, the carnage wrought by the raging conflict had devastated entire countries world-wide, but even these lasting embers were such that even the greatest of fireworks could provide naught but the faintest of glimmers in comparison.

For a rift had opened on the dawning of the new year, an empty point in space from which strange monsters soon emerged. At first, the world was in panic, then in fear of these strange creatures wielding powers beyond any modern understanding: Lightning and ice arose from their mouths and limbs, fire came at their beck and call, and even when they were successfully gunned down, some displayed remarkable regenerative properties that rendered further combat moot. Thus, conventional weapons proved ineffective against these latest invaders and much territory was lost in the initial clash alone.

However, humanity would not take such an affront lying down. After all, nothing brought people together more than the existence of a common foe. Gone were the petty squabbles between nations, the political intrigue, and the public ire. For the first time in human history, the world was united as never before.

Weapons were forged using parts harvested from fallen monsters in a practice later dubbed "magitech," new tactics were developed to better accommodate the changing battlefield, and surprisingly several monsters themselves expressed willingness to fight by their side. Humanity quickly adapted and hence a plan was soon put into motion - a daring offensive to strike at the rift sequestered deep in hostile territory before the number of monsters grew too great to quell.

But with limited knowledge and scant research in magitech technology, there was only one sure-fire way to close the rift for good. And so the world pooled its resources and the greatest minds came together, all in order to develop the world's first magitech-enhanced nuke. Now perhaps there existed a more subtle solution, but with more territory falling to demons each passing day, lives were lost on a routine basis. Humanity, as a whole, could not afford to wait any longer.

However, an aerial delivery was out of the question, as all known warheads have been easily intercepted in the past. Therefore, the only hope of success lay in an escorted delivery by land, where the full brunt of the combined armies can be simultaneously deployed. This task force, comprised of all the world's greatest armies, was sent out amongst much fanfare and cheer. They were equipped with the latest in magitech weaponry and supported with a handful of monsters willing to turn against their own kind. Their path was long, arduous, and fraught with unending peril. Yet they persisted, though every step was paid for in blood and tears.

For their path was not easy and their new technological improvements could only accommodate so much. What had once started as a hopeful expedition to set right the injustice done to their world became a grim journey where death lay always a moment behind. Their numbers dwindled as they made their advance, until the grand army once several million strong became several thousand.

Still their journey was not over. And though each step seemed more insurmountable than the last, though their ammo ran out, though their legs gave way, and despite the fact that they should have already been wiped out several times over, they miraculously persisted towards the end. For even without ammo, they could still hold a knife, and even without legs, they could still crawl. It was this persistence that allowed them to continue though the odds were so grossly stacked against them. For only through such valor are miracles born.





Biography: Since time immemorial, a multitude of reasons have given way to various conflicts and it is from this ceaseless conflict that heroes are made. In this way, the Grim Journey saw the rise and fall of many a hero. Among them was a man by the name of Leo Grancea, a mere writer by trade. He had been very successful, however, creating various works that were once praised by the strictest of critics world-wide. But none of that mattered now; for what use were even the greatest of literature if no one was alive to read them?

Therefore Leo had enlisted and at this time, he now found himself stepping past the bodies of fallen comrades, as the jaws of death loomed constantly past the horizon. He had merely been part of the support forces at first, in charge of delivering artillery support and medical aid whenever possible, but the chaos of battle soon placed him on the front-lines, armed with only a couple of artillery shells and a med-kit with which to defend himself.

Ironically, it was this very chaotic battlefield that proved his salvation. For with so many fallen soldiers around him, spare equipment was only an arm's reach away. And so, whenever a fellow squad-mate fell, he received a new weapon, with each dead comrade, he obtained more ammo, and with each perished friend, he renewed his conviction.

At first, he was slightly hesitant taking items from the deceased, from faces he had grown accustomed to seeing and people he had personally met. But later, after a seemingly dead soldier, as if sensing his unease, marshaled the last drops of his strength merely to pass a worn rifle into his hands, an action which only hastened his own demise, Leo found he could hesitate no longer.

He had lost count of how much time passed then. Whenever his weapon broke or his ammo ran out, he would swap it out with those from those who were dead or soon would be. Naturally, Leo's actions caught on and when they realized this, more and more soldiers began performing bolder and far riskier actions than they would have ever considered before. After all, even should they die they could simply pass the baton to another. In this way, not a single magitech rifle ever stopped firing for when the wielder was slain, he would, with his dying breath, pass it to another more able soldier. Thus, a cycle was made and the battle began to paint a surreal scene, one where the level of sacrifice and heroism displayed both reached new unprecedented heights.

However, there was a limit to heroics, and the remaining assault force inevitably shrank from an army five-digit strong to four, then from four to three, until finally only a dozen remained. What was amazing, however, was that despite the heavy losses, the army's rate of advancement never slowed; in fact, it only sped up. For the front-line was held together by a certain trio of demons that had chosen to fight for humanity, all that remained of the several dozen monsters that had left together with the initial human assault. A red wolf-like creature capable of teleporting across the battlefield to wherever it was needed provided indispensable support to the soldiers no matter their location, saving a great many from meeting an untimely end. Next, a black panther monster able to create physical manifestations of its own shadow was able to replenish the gaps left in faltering formations. But all paled compared to the silver-furred fox demon that shone in the moonlight. Its movements were as if it could foresee the future and thus the demon fox continually moved to evade attacks before they were even initiated. In this way, the fox displayed such deadly skill and grace that it remained unblemished despite leading the vanguard in the visceral battlefield.

As for the human survivors, what few remained were fully equipped from head-to-toe in magitech armaments taken from the honored dead. The last remnants of entire brigades were literally hanging on certain soldiers, making it almost impossible to determine from which troop each soldier originated from.

But as with all things, time passed and their momentum took a bitter turn. Without warning, a heavy rain began to fall, a natural reflection of the mood the weary survivors had developed after many days of non-stop fighting. Many had not eaten or slept since the fighting began, and after several days it was beginning to take an apparent toll on what few remained. At least the allied demons were able to sustain themselves by devouring hostile monsters in every battle, but for the human soldiers, each second of prolonged conflict was filled with such agony that death seemed like a welcome reprieve.

And death did come, claiming their lives one-by-one until at last only Leo and that fox-demon remained, a common soldier and an unusual turncoat against a horde of vicious demons. After the latest skirmish, however, they were still a full mile out from their target destination but were in too poor a condition to continue. Leo himself had managed to come out from several near-death experiences in the last hour alone, only emerging alive by the fickle hand of fate. Even then, his dominant right arm hung limp at his side, his left eye was in tatters, and a gaping hole had emerged in his side. As for his demonic companion, the fox was unable to maintain its pristine visage. Blood now dyed its once brilliant silver fur a light shade of red and several wounds, some fatal, were visible throughout its body. The situation did little to diminish the fox's regal bearing, however, but with its hallowed eyes and faltering steps, the demon fox made it apparent that the only thing keeping it standing was sheer willpower alone.

The last remaining human soldier laughed dryly as his senses gradually began to dim. Already, he could not feel the steady stream of rain on his skin, nor the gaping wound torn across his side. Perhaps he should have been worried, but then again, the loss of pain afforded him greater clarity to his grim task.

Originally, the plan was to set the nuke in a secure location before heading off a safe distance and detonating remotely, but it was clear that this was as far as they would go.

Leo, with clothes drenched in the torrential downpour, shook off the creeping drowsiness threatening to overtake him and began to arm the magitech nuke, as memories of his past came unbidden to the forefront of his mind.

-He had been born in a common household in the eastern coast of Florida. Their home was not too fancy and their earnings not too great, but they made do with what they had. Despite any shortcomings they might have had, the family was happy.

The soldier sighed in reminiscence. They did say your life passes by your eyes when your time has come so perhaps this was what they meant, he thought somberly, as he completed the initial preparations.

-Years passed, and Leo grew up. Forged by the crucible that is life, he came to experience various ups and downs in business, romance, and education. He admittedly made a few mistakes, but he also learned from them in order to become the man he is now. However, he had always been unable to achieve his own dreams, to his ultimate regret, so he had chosen to instead become a writer, an occupation in which he might inspire dreams in future generations.

Leo began mechanically punching in the 16-digit initialization sequence that would set the nuke to detonate almost immediately after activation. The silver fox had taken this time to come over and lay a paw on the strange device, seemingly curious as to what this last human was trying to do.

-But such things were not meant to last and later, when demons arrived to tear the world asunder, when his home was destroyed and when people he knew were killed right before his eyes, Leo became a soldier, that he might protect those very dreams he helped create.

And now... he was prepared to take the final dive in his rather tumultuous life to ensure that there would be a next generation. Thus, he finished inputting the 16th digit and the magitech-enhanced explosive was activated. A countdown immediately appeared, signaling that the large-scale explosive had only 30 seconds till detonation.

"How ironic that the world's greatest doomsday weapon ever built would not be used to destroy the world, but to save it." Leo casually remarked in the heavy rain. Then, upon discovering the silver fox at his side, the soldier swept his battered hand solemnly across the silver blood-soaked fur, earning a faint lick in affirmation. Had the fox understood his earlier remark? He briefly wondered. It now simply lay curled up beside him, a silent guardian to his final moments.

The clattering of rain drops provided lurid ambiance to this strange scene, broken only by the gradual roar of beasts growing louder with each passing second. Both man and beast had been in enough battles to recognize the sound, however, a precursor to the many battles they had previously fought in order to reach this point. How many demons would appear to do battle with them now that they were so close to the rift itself? Leo pondered. Hundreds? Thousands? Perhaps even more?

Not like it mattered now, the weary soldier thought with a grin. How he wished he could see the expression on the monsters' faces when they discover that they were in for far more than they bargained for. By now, the detonation timer had just reached the 10 second mark, meaning its detonation would coincide almost perfectly with the arrival of the next wave of monsters.

As for the demon fox, it remained tensed and alert at his side, but rather than prepare for one last fight against the monstrous horde, it merely stayed curled up beside him, resigning itself to its impending fate. In response, Leo gently pet his last remaining comrade-in-arms as he lay down, ignoring the deafening cries of hungry beasts in his ears and the perpetual torrent of rain on his face. He swore that if there were a next life... surely then he would fulfill his own dreams and ambitions.

Thus, only moments before his death, Leo finally turned his attention to the stars above, his eyes peering across the vast expanse of the night sky.

The stars were beautiful that night.