Miguel sat on the shore of the southern ocean. He had spent the last few weeks trekking through the great swamplands south of Gly-ou-vogue. The destruction of the Abomination and the return of the Creator was a sight that no mortal could view without being fundamentally changed. Even Lasir-Tafucen had abandoned him when the Overlord had destroyed the Abomination.
How would he survive. Evil had taken a major setback in the world. The only allies left to him were the Dukes of Hell. Miguel knew fully well that to call upon them as a deposed head of state with no power was asking for damnation. Yet a body needed an existence, and Miguel could no longer live among other mortals. He was known too well. No one who supported Blackheart before would aid him now for fear of the Creator.
The Serpentine Dynasty had come to an end. He could start over again if he could disguise himself, but it would be nearly impossible. His former power and station would be evident to anyone learned in the art of statesmanship. Not even the most obscure and cunning prince can pass undetected for very long.
He considered traveling to the Ice Kingdom and requesting asylum, but even in that land, his acceptance would be questionable. The only place he could think of where he knew he would be accepted, was in the halls of the Dukes of Hell. He dreaded what it would cost him to be taken there alive, though. He would be a servant for the rest of his mortal existence, and there would be no parole. Once taken in, he would belong to the devils. They might use him as an agent, or they might use him as a slave in the most ungratifying way.
His only other alternative would be death, but having failed so miserably, his afterlife would be horrendous. As things were an eternity of torture awaited him. At least as a living agent, he could serve well and increase the quality of his afterlife in Hades, the realm of the dead in Hell.
Miguel removed his ring. It had been given to him by Darwina as a means of summoning her should he need her assistance. He closed his eyes and abandoned all hope of ever being free again. Then he invoked the summons.
The she devil appeared. Miguel knelt before her. "How may I serve you mistress?"
"Finally," she laughed. "Finally you are mine. After all this time after all the services I have performed for you, you are mine." She smiled wickedly. His acknowledgment of her mastery over him voluntarily was irrevocable.
"Come slave. Though you were a gentle master, I shall not be. You will wish for death many times before the sun rises tomorrow."
Miguel had no doubt that she was speaking the truth.
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