The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 717 - 716: Negotiations? What’s That?

Several hours had passed since Alex, Dean, and Sam arrived at the old abandoned chapel. The waiting time dragged on painfully as they waited for Rowena, who had set the meeting place herself. During this time, Alex had managed to teleport to another state to buy some snacks.By this point, the ones who were openly bored were Alex and Dean, who simply didn't know what to do with themselves out of boredom. Only Sam continued to sit on the old dusty wooden bench, reading Wernicke's diary to better understand what the old Nazi scientist had been trying to achieve. Sam only occasionally looked up to glance at the bored Alex and Dean.

After finishing his burger, Dean stood up from the chair he had been sitting in for the last few hours and stretched slightly. Tossing out a phrase that he was going outside to look around, Dean left the old chapel and stepped back out. Once on the porch, Dean went down and, ignoring the old tombstones, began circling the chapel to inspect the area. After making one lap around the chapel, Dean returned and sat back down on the chair with a bored expression on his face.

"Find anything?" Sam asked, looking up at his brother.

"No. Nothing but the usual old tombstones and not a single soul for hundreds of meters around," Dean replied, starting to rock back and forth on the chair.

Sam just nodded, not surprised that Rowena had chosen such a place for the meeting — one where there would be no witnesses nearby. Dean continued rocking on the chair and looked up at the ceiling, staring at the wooden beam where Alex was lying. Noticing that Alex had simply fallen asleep after eating, Dean sighed, thinking that they shouldn't have rushed to this meeting and should have waited until evening.

After voicing his thoughts, Dean looked at Sam. But Sam only looked back at his brother and sighed. Not waiting for any reaction from his brother, Dean rolled his eyes and flipped over the old wooden bench. Wiping off the dirt and dust, Dean lay down on the bench and covered his eyes with his hand, deciding to follow Alex's example and get some sleep too. Time continued to pass, and eventually Sam got tired of reading, placed the diary over his face, and began to rest.

Hours passed, evening came, and the sun began to set on the horizon. Inside the old chapel it was very quiet, and the only sound breaking the silence was breathing. Alex was still sleeping on the wooden beam right under the ceiling of the chapel. Dean lay on the old wooden bench with his hand over his eyes, still sleeping. Sam had fallen asleep with the old diary covering his face.

At the same time, a woman was approaching the old chapel. She wore a black headscarf with strands of red hair peeking out from under it, and thick sunglasses on her face. With every step, she looked around to make sure no one was following her. This woman was Rowena, who valued nothing more than her own life. The closer Rowena got to the old chapel, the more confident her steps became.

Once she was near the chapel, Rowena removed the scarf from her head and carefully adjusted her hairstyle. After fixing her hair, Rowena took off her glasses and tossed them aside. To stay true to her image, Rowena tied the scarf around her neck, as if she had come for a blind date rather than to once again help the Winchester brothers with their suicidal endeavor.

Taking a small mirror out of her bag, Rowena fixed her makeup to look as elegant as always. After checking her makeup, Rowena put the mirror back in her bag. Pushing open the doors of the chapel, Rowena heard quiet snoring coming from the hall. The first thing that caught her eye was Dean's leg hanging over the railing of the wooden bench and Sam sleeping with the old diary on his face. A sarcastic smile flashed across Rowena's face when she saw the empty fast-food boxes and wrappers.

"Typical Winchesters, always acting like uncouth louts," Rowena said in a sarcastic tone, kicking aside a crumpled paper wrapper with her foot.

Looking around, Rowena walked deeper into the hall. Stopping near Dean and Sam, Rowena pushed over a wooden chair. The chair fell onto the wooden floor with a fairly loud sound. The noise was enough to make Dean abruptly jump up, nearly falling off the bench. Sam jerked sharply, knocking the diary off his face. Dean and Sam jumped to their feet, grabbing their weapons and pointing them at Rowena.

Fully awake now, Dean and Sam saw Rowena and sighed heavily, lowering their weapons. Rowena simply gave Dean and Sam a sarcastic look because they had pointed weapons at her. This happened to her so often that she had already gotten used to Dean and Sam aiming guns at her.

After putting their weapons away, Dean sat down on the wooden bench he had slept on for the last few hours, rubbing his face to wake up. Sam picked up Wernicke's diary from the floor and sat on the bench, rubbing his eyes after such a sudden awakening.

"Well, hello, boys. Or should I say 'good morning'?" Rowena said, chuckling slightly as she watched Dean and Sam.

"Rowena, what the hell? Did you really have to do it like that?" Dean asked, giving Rowena a blank look.

"I think so. So, boys, where is your handsome friend?" Rowena asked, looking around.

"You do remember that our handsome friend is technically Death, right?" Sam asked sarcastically, looking at Rowena as she glanced around.

"Well, that makes it even more interesting. Who would have thought that Death would be such an attractive guy. So, where is he?" Rowena said, smiling coquettishly and ignoring Sam's sarcasm.

Dean looked at Rowena tiredly and raised his index finger, pointing at the ceiling. Rowena raised an eyebrow, not understanding why Dean was pointing at the ceiling. Following Dean's finger, Rowena saw Alex sleeping on the wooden beam right under the ceiling, with one arm and one leg dangling down.

Seeing how Alex was sleeping, Rowena momentarily compared him to a cat that also liked to sleep in such places where no one could reach them. Blinking, Rowena shifted her gaze back to Dean and Sam with a silent question about what was going on. Dean and Sam just waved off Rowena's look, trying to fully wake up without coffee. And they definitely weren't in the mood right now for the ancient witch who was once again trying to flirt with their friend, who had rejected her the very first time they met.

"So, boys… What's your next crazy plan?" Rowena asked casually, placing her bag on the wooden table.

"Don't act like you don't know… You got scared of Amara's power and immediately came running to us," Dean snapped, standing up from the wooden bench.

"Oh, it seems someone has gained some brains. That's commendable, Dean. If only Fergus were as quick-witted as you…" Rowena said in a caustic tone, calmly changing the subject.

"Don't change the subject, Rowena. We've known you long enough," Sam interrupted Rowena mid-sentence, making it clear that they didn't believe her.

"Samuel, since when have you been so rude? I'm just a woman who knows how to set her priorities…" Rowena said, making an innocent face and placing her palm on her cheek.

"You mean 'ancient witch,'" Dean said, taking paint and holy oil out of the bag.

"What's the difference, Dean… And if you're done chatting and acting like rude louts, maybe you could get to work?" Rowena said, waving off Dean's words.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances and sighed tiredly. Taking out the necessary items, Dean and Sam began preparing to summon Lucifer. Before starting to draw protective symbols on the walls, Dean looked up at the ceiling, thinking about waking Alex. Glancing at the floor, Dean picked up a small pebble and threw it at Alex. As soon as Dean threw the stone at Alex, who still hadn't woken up, a whistle sounded.

Dean sharply jerked his head to the side, sensing danger. At the same moment, the small pebble he had thrown at Alex slammed into the wall behind him. Turning around, Dean saw a hole in the wall and shifted his gaze to Alex, who hadn't even moved.

Hearing the crash, Sam and Rowena turned their heads and looked at Dean, who was staring at the small hole in the wall, looking outside. Blinking, Sam looked up at the ceiling and quickly understood what had happened.

"I think we shouldn't wake him yet," Sam said, walking over to Dean and patting him on the shoulder.

"Thanks for the advice. But it wasn't your head that nearly got taken off by a rock," Dean said, pointing at the small hole in the wall.

Sam just shrugged, showing that it wasn't him who had tried to wake Alex. Grumbling under his breath, Dean began drawing protective symbols on the chapel walls. Sam also dropped the conversation and started doing the same. Sam was still convinced that Alex's plan was quite risky.

But they had already discussed the plan and decided that they would let Lucifer use the Horn of Joshua, and if that didn't work, hand Lucifer over to Amara. Sam agreed with such a plan but still believed the chances were fifty-fifty that Amara would kill Lucifer instead of torturing him.

Seeing that Sam and Dean were silently drawing protective symbols on the walls and floor, Rowena also began her own work in case the protective symbols wouldn't help much against Lucifer. While preparing the spell, Rowena occasionally looked up at Alex, who was sleeping despite the noise Dean and Sam were making by moving the wooden benches across the floor.

"Rowena, don't you want to tell us how you survived?" Sam asked, pouring holy oil across the floor.

"It's called precaution, Samuel. Unlike you Winchester brothers, no one will resurrect me with a snap of their fingers," Rowena said, tossing spell ingredients into a bowl.

"But still? How?" Dean asked, finishing drawing an angel-banishing symbol on the wall.

"Just one harmless spell that helps avoid death. Nothing special. Who would have thought it would come in handy after so many decades," Rowena said in a carefree tone, hiding her nervousness behind a smile.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have tried to latch onto Lucifer?" Dean asked sarcastically, pulling a chair closer just in case.

"Don't lecture me on life, Dean Winchester… We all make mistakes. And no one knows that better than you," Rowena said, giving Dean a contemptuous look.

Dean looked at Rowena and said nothing more, continuing with his tasks. Rowena also said nothing more. She had gone on this risky venture for only one reason — because she had been frightened by Amara's power and learned what she was striving for. And Rowena clearly did not want everything to be destroyed by Amara.

All Rowena hoped for was that this would end soon and she could return to her old life. While continuing to prepare the spell, Rowena looked around again and, being herself, was simultaneously preparing another spell in case she needed to run.

Making sure Dean and Sam weren't looking, Rowena carefully added components to another bowl and immediately hid it under the table so no one would see it. At the moment Rowena hid the second bowl under the table, Dean and Sam turned their heads in her direction. A smile appeared on Rowena's face, and she coquettishly waved her hand, wiggling her fingers slightly. Seeing this, Dean and Sam gave strained smiles and turned away.

"Disgusting," Sam said, hiding his disgust behind a sigh.

"Yeah," Dean agreed, nodding his head.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances, and the same thoughts were reflected in the eyes of both brothers about how much they disliked having to deal with Rowena and use her powers again. Rolling his eyes, Dean looked around once more in case they had missed something. After making sure all the preparations were complete, Dean put the unnecessary items back in the bag so they wouldn't get in the way.

While Dean was putting the unnecessary items in the bag, Sam looked up at the ceiling, wondering how much longer Alex would sleep. But what interested him most was when Castiel and Crowley would arrive, as they hadn't bothered to show up with the Horn all this time.

"By the way, where are Cas and Crowley? I mean, we've got everything ready. And those two are the only ones missing," Sam said, waving his hand and turning his head toward Dean.

"He dragged us into this. Started setting conditions for us while living under our roof. He could at least…" Dean said irritably, looking around.

"Show up?" Crowley's voice suddenly sounded.

Dean, Sam, and Rowena turned their heads and saw Crowley and Castiel, who had suddenly appeared. As always, an arrogant smile was on Crowley's face as he looked at Dean and Sam and didn't even glance at his mother Rowena, making it clear that they would have an interesting conversation later.

Behind Crowley stood Castiel with his usual calm expression, looking toward the ceiling where Alex was sleeping. Lowering his gaze, Castiel looked at Dean and Sam and nodded slightly, showing that everything was fine. Dean and Sam nodded back and saw that Crowley was holding something tightly wrapped in cloth.

"You were waiting for us, and here we are. Because without bait… a trap isn't a trap. Isn't that right?" Crowley said, unwrapping the bundle and showing part of the Horn of Joshua.

Stepping over the circle of holy oil, Crowley walked deeper into the chapel hall, unwrapping the Horn of Joshua along the way so it could be seen better. Dean and Sam immediately exchanged glances, as similar items had already fallen into their hands before. But all the power contained in those objects had been used up for one reason or another.

Rowena looked at the Horn of Joshua as an object possessing enormous power that she could use for her own purposes if she needed to protect her life. Castiel calmly sat down on a wooden bench, leaning forward and looking at Dean and Sam.

"Ho, so this is it? Doesn't look like much," Sam said, pointing at the Horn of Joshua that Crowley had placed on the bench with the other items.

"First impressions can be deceiving, Moose. I once thought you were boring and stubborn," Crowley said in a caustic tone, looking at Sam.

"What are you getting at?" Sam asked, frowning in confusion.

"Never mind. That was a bad example… So, where is our friend Death? He's usually always somewhere near you," Crowley said in a dry tone, waving off Sam and looking around.

"You should clean your eyes and look up," Dean said, pointing his finger toward the ceiling.

Crowley raised an eyebrow at Dean's words and then looked up at the ceiling. Seeing Alex lazily sleeping on the wooden beam right under the ceiling, Crowley lowered his gaze with a silent question of whether this was normal. But no one answered Crowley's question, as they had more important problems in their current situation.

After all, their plan was to pretend they were helping Crowley by sending Lucifer back to the Cage in exchange for the Horn of Joshua. While in reality they were going to check if Lucifer could wound Amara.

And if that part of the plan failed, then throw Lucifer to Amara to buy a little more time. Dean and Sam knew that if Crowley found out about this, he would immediately grab the Horn and try to run, despite the fact that he wouldn't be able to.

"So, boys. Since everyone is in place, maybe we should start with our plan?" Crowley asked with a smile on his face, looking at Dean and Sam.

"We still think Lucifer should be used instead of being thrown into the Cage," Dean said, looking at Crowley.

"I'm aware. But I'll be here if you two idiots have any doubts. And the hand that gives can become the hand that takes," Crowley said, delicately reminding them of the terms of the deal.

"Yeah, yeah, we understand," Dean said, waving it off and starting to prepare the spell to summon Lucifer.

"And before you start, Dean. Don't you want to wake up Death, who's sleeping right under the ceiling of this chapel?" Crowley said, pointing his finger at the sleeping Alex.

"You can try, Fergus… Unless you want to lose your head… Although no, I'd prefer you did it. I'm curious how brave you are to wake Death herself from her sleep," Rowena said in a mocking tone, teasing her son.

Hearing Rowena's words, Dean and Sam smiled slightly and continued with their tasks. After all, Rowena was right when she said those words. Because Dean had nearly lost his head when he tried to wake Alex.

Crowley, hearing his mother's voice, slowly turned his head and gave her a piercing look, to which Rowena responded with undisguised sarcasm and mockery in her eyes. Rowena looked at Crowley mockingly, goading him into waking Alex.

"I had almost forgotten about you, Mommy. I was quite surprised that you're still alive. Don't you want to share your amazing story of resurrection from the dead? And while you're at it, tell us where you've been all this time?" Crowley said, walking over to the table and looking Rowena in the eyes.

"I was doing the same thing as you, Fergus. Only unlike you, the Winchesters didn't take me in to save my skin," Rowena said contemptuously, looking Crowley up and down and showing her stance on the matter.

"And that's why you ran to hide with Amara. What a brilliant move, Mommy," Crowley said sarcastically, shrugging.

"I am your mother, Fergus. And it's not for you to teach me what to do. You're no better than me… And you know exactly what I'm talking about," Rowena said mockingly, tossing spell ingredients into the bowl.

Crowley and Rowena continued arguing, once again reminding everyone how much they hated each other. Dean, who was mixing ingredients for summoning Lucifer, paid no attention to yet another quarrel between Crowley and Rowena, being completely focused on preparing the spell. Therefore, the witnesses to this bickering between mother and son were Sam and Castiel, who sat on a wooden bench next to each other, watching everything.

Sam just shook his head and shifted his gaze to Dean, who was focused on the spell. For Castiel, this was a kind of interesting spectacle, a kind of series he usually watched to pass the time.

Listening to Crowley and Rowena's arguments in the background, Castiel looked up at Alex and wondered why his brother still hadn't woken up in such a situation. Thinking that Alex would wake up when everything started, Castiel lowered his gaze and looked again at Rowena and Crowley, who had finished exchanging caustic remarks.

"Don't screw around like last time, Mommy. These symbols and holy oil won't hold an archangel for long… If he even shows up," Crowley said in a cold tone, pointing his finger at Rowena, which made her frown.

"He'll show up. He hates Amara to death, and we have the weapon," Dean interjected, looking at Crowley.

Crowley just nodded with a hint that Dean should fulfill his part of their deal. Dean frowned for a moment and nodded, showing he understood. Turning away, Dean took a box of matches from his pocket and immediately lit one. Throwing the burning match into the vessel with the spell, the ingredients in the vessel immediately flared up. Seeing this, Dean took the old parchment in his hands and began reading the spell to summon Lucifer.

While Dean was reading the spell, Alex, who had been sleeping until that moment, opened his eyes. Rubbing his eyes slightly, Alex sat up on the beam and stretched, moving his neck. Leaning back, Alex hung upside down from the beam, lit a cigarette, and watched as Dean read the spell. Rocking back and forth, Alex exhaled cigarette smoke, hoping that Amara would play her role well, as they had agreed earlier.

"I summon you and offer… A weapon whose bearer will forever crush the Darkness," Dean said, finishing the spell.

As soon as Dean finished reading the spell, the sound of thunder rang out, and lightning flashed in the windows. The wind outside grew stronger, and the thunder and lightning outside created an oppressive atmosphere. The thunder and lightning outside grew stronger and stronger, and Rowena immediately hid nearby so as not to catch Lucifer's eye.

A few moments later, Lucifer himself appeared in the chapel with the same arrogant smile on his face, as if everything around him was nothing more than parasites he had to deal with. As soon as Lucifer appeared, Sam lit the holy oil to prevent Lucifer from doing anything.

Lucifer continued smiling, as if amused by everything happening. He calmly raised a finger and began pointing at Dean, Sam, Crowley, and Castiel one by one. After pointing at everyone, Lucifer placed his finger on his chin with the face of a man who was clearly surprised that someone was missing.

"You'll forgive me, of course. In your prayer it was implied that I… How should I put it… am being invited to the team. But why don't I feel like you're glad to see me? Where's that warm welcome you promised me?" Lucifer said in a pretend offended tone, as if he were the main victim here, glancing at everyone.

Lucifer's tone and look caught Dean, Sam, and Crowley off guard, and they exchanged glances. But at the same time, they felt tension from being in the same place with Lucifer. Dean wasn't sure of his strength and whether he could handle Lucifer at the moment if things went wrong.

But very quickly Dean pulled himself together, remembering that Alex was nearby and there was no need to worry. Sam didn't feel any better, being so close to Lucifer because of the past that connected them. Inside Sam there was both fear and anger directed at Lucifer.

The same applied to Crowley, who felt only anger and hatred toward Lucifer. Lucifer himself looked over the trio once more, and their expressions genuinely amused him. Calmly scanning Dean, Sam, and Crowley with his gaze, Lucifer's eyes moved to the Horn of Joshua wrapped in cloth lying next to Dean.

"Well, well. You found another toy imbued with Daddy's power… With this bad boy, I can easily get rid of Amara. So, shall we begin?" Lucifer said with a smile, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

After finishing speaking, Lucifer behaved as if everything was already decided. But no one moved from their place, even when Lucifer pointed his fingers at the ring of holy oil fire that prevented him from moving. Dean and Sam exchanged glances, understanding that they should stick to the plan and stall for time. Castiel raised his gaze to Alex again, hoping he wouldn't lose control.

After all, Castiel had already seen how his brother Alex treated his family, and he didn't want his brother to ruin his own plan out of anger. Noticing that Alex continued rocking on the wooden beam with a calm face, hanging upside down, Castiel sighed in relief.

But even he felt disgust toward the one who bore the name of his brother, believing that he was the real Lucifer. But in reality, he had been created by the hands of one who imitated their Father. Lucifer noticed that no one had moved, stopped smiling, and raised an eyebrow.

"Or not…" Lucifer drawled, looking at Dean and Sam.

"Oi, cunt. Can you shut up? Your voice has become even more annoying since our last meeting," Alex's voice sounded from above.

When Alex's voice sounded, Lucifer looked up and finally saw Alex hanging upside down. Lucifer narrowed his eyes and slowly shoved his hands into his pockets, smiling slightly. Alex relaxed his legs and began to fall down, deftly twisting in the air and landing on his feet.

Lighting a cigarette, Alex exhaled the smoke and walked closer to the ring of fire, inside which Lucifer stood. An even more irritating smile appeared on Lucifer's face, which told Alex that he could try to hit him. Dean and Sam tensed up because Alex might beat up Lucifer and ruin the entire plan.

Seeing the looks from Dean and Sam, Alex waved his hand, making it clear that he wouldn't do anything. While Alex was distracted by Dean and Sam, Lucifer smiled and took a small vessel from his pocket, smashing it on the floor. At the same moment, shackles closed around Alex's wrist. Alex blinked in surprise, looking at his wrists, clearly surprised by what had happened.

"What a shame. It looks like I won. It seems Death is back on my leash," Lucifer said in a mocking tone, peeking out from behind Alex's shoulder and looking at Dean, Sam, Crowley, and Castiel.

When Lucifer spoke, Dean's, Sam's, and Crowley's eyes instantly widened in fear. Dean immediately pulled the Blade of Cain from behind his back and gripped it tightly in his hand. He understood that if Alex really was on Lucifer's leash, things were as bad as they could possibly get. Sam swallowed and took a step back, holding the Colt in his hands.

Crowley was the most frightened of all because he knew this was the end. Only Castiel looked at Alex with a calm gaze and saw a hint of amusement in his brother's eyes. Realizing that Alex was just having fun, Castiel barely managed to stop himself from shaking his head.

Lucifer, meanwhile, was enjoying the panic in the eyes of Dean, Sam, and Crowley and whistled lightly, pointing at the ring of fire around himself, signaling Alex to extinguish the flames. Alex pretended to obey Lucifer and snapped his fingers, putting out the fire. Chuckling, Lucifer walked past Alex and patted him on the shoulder, enjoying his triumph.

"Oh, Dean, Sam, and of course Crowley. We've fought each other so many times… Haven't you realized yet that you can't win? You're so predictable. Or did you think I wouldn't prepare, knowing that your new buddy is the new Death? How naive you cockroaches are… And you know what the funniest part is?" Lucifer said with a tender smile on his face, tapping his finger on his chin.

"And what is it?" Dean asked with anxiety in his voice, gripping the Blade of Cain tighter.

"It will be fun for me to watch you die at the hands of the one who has become family to you. It's so… entertaining. I'm literally trembling with anticipation," Lucifer said, shuddering slightly with a wide smile on his face.

"Maybe we can make a deal? After all, we have a common enemy. There's no need to go to such extremes," Sam said, gripping the Colt tighter in his hands.

"Ah yes, negotiations. Blah blah blah… I don't think so. You're useless… So kill them all," Lucifer said in a dismissive tone, snapping his fingers and pointing at Dean, Sam, and Crowley.

Dean, Sam, and Crowley froze in place upon hearing Lucifer's words and already thought this was the end. But a moment later, nothing happened. Seeing that Alex wasn't moving and stood with an amused smile on his face, Dean and Sam breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Lucifer, however, was surprised that no one had died yet. With a surprised expression, Lucifer turned around and met Alex's gaze.

When Lucifer turned, Alex blew cigarette smoke into his face and flicked the ash onto his head. Due to his height, Alex was a head taller than Lucifer, so Lucifer looked quite short compared to Alex, having to look up at him. When Alex brought the cigarette to his lips, Lucifer saw no magical shackles that should have bound Alex, as had been the case with the previous Death.

"Ah yes. You probably thought I didn't know all these little spell tricks… Yeah, yeah, I understand. You're surprised. But you see, here's the problem. I don't like it when… how should I put it, someone tries to control me," Alex said calmly, brushing dust off Lucifer's shoulders and then placing his hands on them.

"Negotiations?" Lucifer said with a strained smile, feeling Alex's fingers dig firmly into his shoulders.

"Negotiations? Of course. But first I'll rough you up a bit… Like last time. So try not to squeal like a pig," Alex said with a tender smile, looking straight into Lucifer's eyes.

As soon as Alex finished speaking, he sharply tilted his head back, and in the next moment headbutted Lucifer right in the nose. From the impact, Lucifer's head jerked back, and blood flowed from his nose. Releasing one hand, Alex clenched his fist and sharply yanked Lucifer back.

Lucifer's head jerked from the momentum and was immediately met by Alex's fist. Lucifer's head jerked back again after the next blow. Holding Lucifer with one hand, Alex began landing blow after blow, aiming precisely at the nose.

When Alex started beating Lucifer, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Dean wanted to complain that he had been scared shitless by what had happened. The same applied to Sam, who understood that they might have a chance against Lucifer if they used the Horn of Joshua, but against Death — which Alex was — it was unclear whether such a weapon would help.

Even Rowena peeked out from around the corner, seeing Alex beating Lucifer. Seeing this, Rowena breathed a sigh of relief, beginning to think that she should ask the Winchesters for protection just like Crowley. A wide grin appeared on Crowley's face as he enjoyed the spectacle before him.

To be continued...

(Hmm... As you already know, I usually write whatever the fuck is going on in my head. And so I won't go into detail about what I planned and didn't plan to write in this chapter. Everything is going exactly as the fucked-up thoughts in my head planned, after a long vote and debate. Debates are important, right? I don't think so. What I'm thinking about is planning the ending. I think I have plans for the ending. Should I make it a simple defeat of the typical underhanded villain, or should I have a fistfight, like what usually happens when Alex finally meets Nyan-Nyan's avatar? Hmm... I don't know. I'd better go eat. Peace, love, and when you cross the street, believe that Isskai is real.)

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