Betrayal (1)

Welcoming Express back into his abode, the servants stood back, holding back gleeful smirks as they watched their master walk into the castle one final time. Express, having no clue of their plan, chose to walk to the room where the previous Rebel Renaissance meeting had been. There, he halted, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Fem Sliverthorn was there, bleeding, on the chair. He immediately checked for a pulse, and sighed in relief when he felt she was still alive, just severely injured. Thinking this was the doing of PoliteMonkey, Express reached for his dagger, but was shot twice by one of the Renaissance’s Lieutenants. “I have orders, you sick fuck. You’ve killed too many. Now, it’s time for your demise.” He uttered, but was immediately disintegrated by one of Express’s cursed spirits. “Thank god-“ He tried to say, but his jaw was smashed apart by a mace, belonging to a servant’s. Other servants ambushed him, armed with his cursed tools. He tried to fight them off with the one cursed spirit he had in his storage, but realised it was nowhere near Special Grade, as it was exorcised easily. As he was about to black out, Express, in his dying moments, noticed a dinosaur killing the servants, and

He woke up in Hell, forged an alliance with the demons within. Time to explore this hellscape and maybe get reincarnated. “And when I reincarnate, I’m going to find out who done this, and rip them to shreds. But who was that dinosaur?” Express thought to himself.

In the midst of the darkness within the Void, something stirred.