“I found an American.” The young boy V met earlier said. “Akira, what are you talking about” A young girl said that around the Akira age as the boy named Akira. “When I went to the library earlier to drop of those book there was this tell man and he asked me if I had ever seen an isekai.” Akira said. “What an Isekai.” The girl asked. “Well, Akikoa Isekai is pretty what happens to us right now. The main character is transported to another world normal with some species power that make them unbelievably powerful. And normal they have to god or a demon king.” Akira said. “So it really is how are life is right now. Well did that guy seem special to use at all.”Akikoa said. “I didn’t feel anything special about him. Actually I don’t ever think he has magic power. It was the same for use at the beginning. We need someone to pull are magic out. He did dress oddly; he wore a trench coat, a blue suit, a cowboy hat and sunglasses. Hey, have you seen Kenji anywhere?” Akira said. “Yeah he is outside working on his swordsmanship.” Akikoa said. “He always been the type to never sat down.” Akira said. “Mr.Minamoto I have called you because I have a request for you.” Said the King. “Your wish is my command,” Said Kenji. “Well their these two people calling their self the devils, and I would like you to capture them. Said the King. The King Are so got close to Kenji. “Now I don’t actually have much of a problem with what they’re doing. The only thing these two people seem to do is steal money or kill from corruption nobles, they seem to trying to destroy the slave market in this country something I been trying to do for years. Now if you able to capture one of them and bring one to me so we could discuss the reasons for their actions and would be grateful.” Said King Alexander. “I will do my best my King do you know where they may attack next?” Said Kenji “I believe it will be somewhere to the west of the royal capital. I’ll give you a map of the markets and give you a carriage. Bring anyone you think will be useful” King Alexander said. “Akira,Akikoa we gotta head west.” Kenji said. “What the mission Kenji?” Akira and Akikoa asked. “We going after two people who call themselves the devils. They bring free slave from the markets and the King wants to discuss their reasons.” Kenji said. “ Hey I found an odd looking man and said he was an American.” Akira said. “Did you bring him with you?”Kenji asked. “No, after we talked he just disappeared like sand in the wind. I would of if I could find the guy afterwards.” Akira said. “Well did he seem useful,”Kenji asked. “He didn’t show any signs of overwhelming power,”Akira said. “Then I say he can’t be that important , probably doing the same as us just trying to get home.Ok we be moving out to night so get read” Kenji said. I built a bomb. More like I built grenades, four of them. They seemed like they would be useful if we ever have to kill a hundred goddamn people again. There's been a cloud following us for the last few days and of course we've been doing some night raids. I feel like we been getting a bit sloppy lately about these raids. Are have their been more secure? All and all I have 160 rounds left with 7 rounds in the magazine in the gun. The humidity made me feel nasty. The plan tonight is to hit a pretty large market. We are taking both bikes and of course we leavening the sidecar behind. A lighting bolt lights the sky, and thunder booms. The engines were loud and the heat was hot. We made it near the town and hid the bikes. We put are masks on and ready ourselves. "We are the Devil and Here to Do the DEVILS WORK." We said. And no one’s here. Shit. “It seems like you got it right once again Kenji.”Akira said. “Give up now, and we won’t need to kill you.” Kenji said. “Have you killed a man boy? Have you ever felt warm blood cover you after killing over a hundred men? Have you see the devil dance in front of you with only two weapons in your hands and the pits of hell opening up to take you or him. Boy you do not know what death is and what killing is like for you have never been to hell and become it King. A large icicle past my cheek drawing blood. I fire off 5 rounds leaving me with 2 bullets left. Miyamoto out both his katana and wakizashi. Akira blow right at Miyamoto with Akira long sword, and Kenji with Akikoa started firing of spells at me. The spell kept cutting me and I kept firing reloading after ever 17 rounds. I pulled two grenade out of my pockets and light both ropes, and chuck both down towards the damn bastards. “FIRE IN THE HOLE AND FUCKING RUN SWEET FUCKING CHRIST” BOOM. “Why are you doing this” Kenji said. “Because, man no matter where you are you gotta keep your own ethics” I said when while coughing up blood. The wounds were much deeper than I thought. “Come on, give up and come with me.” Kenji said. I pulled my gun he pulled a katana “I am the Devil and must do my Work” I said. I fired my final shot in the Magazine and dash at me. We stood there for 30 seconds I dropped he stay up. He walked away. I drag myself to my bike and started driving I don’t know where. I unpacked the cigs and light one. I felled off my bike. I pulled my flask having my last drink pulled out the cig and started drinking. Took another drag. Death has finally come for me. “Thank FUCKING god I can finally die.” The darkness slowly creeps in I still was drinking and took my long drag. Bang. Wake up. A feminine voice kept repeating these words until I opened my eyes. “Good morning sweetie.” A bright smile woke me. I took a swag from my flask, and lit a cig. “Can’t a man die in peace anymore, and shouldn’t I be in hell” I said. “I wanted to talk to the man who trying to better my world.” The Goddess said. “I bashed a man's head in repeatedly until he was dead because he annoyed me. Then I killed over 100 men. How can I be making the world better?” I asked. “Because you free hundreds of slaves, and you help people when you were alive even thought you had no reason to.” The Goddess said. You know I hate calling her just The Goddess. “Amaterasu is my name” Amaterasu said. Sweet Christ, she can read my thoughts. “Yes, I can read your mind, and do think some odd things.” Amaterasu said. You know I can think about anything I like, and the horrible things I seen. So can go die now or can I go back to work? “Yes, I’ll send you back.” Amaterasu said. “Sweet Christ am alive,and in horrible amounts of pain fuck, and where the fuck am I and where are my clothing.” I said. I took a swig from my flask. I don’t have any clothes on but I still have my flask. I’m on the second floor of a nice wooden house in the middle of the forest. I try to get of bed and walk but my legs buckle so I start dragging myself around to dask that was across from the bed. And found a note on top of the table. It said “If you moving you ready to go or one determined fucker trying to get you self killed. Either one you clothes are in the drawer and your weapons are downstairs.” I put on my clothes and continue to drag myself till I got downstairs. There were two women inside a kitchen. One cooking the other reading the paper. Made me think when I lived with my parents and wish it didn’t. “Hey look like the stray you let have finally woken up” The girl read the paper said. “Funny. Can I get my knife and gun so I can leave? I gotta start some shit.” I said still unable to walk. “Why don’t you grab a sat and join us for breakfast.” The lady cooking asked. “I’m fine I must already been a big trouble for the both of you. I like to start moving.” I said “Honey you can’t even walk, how are you gonna do anything? If you go out now you just die are you become some else's problem, so give yourself a few days to heal and the start your journey.” The cooking lady said. “Sure. Thank you for letting me stay, and I will be sure to stay out of your hair.” The lady reading the paper past me my knife and gun. I then check if their was a bullet in the chamber. There was and I removed the magazine and the discharge the bullet I was aiming the firearm at the ground the whole ground. I then check my magazine their was about 8 bullet including the one in the pistol. I ask if there were any more of these thing and two metal ball. They said there was a about 4 magazine and two grenade they all them on the table and placed them in my jacket. For the next few days I healed. “Well thanks for all your help. Now I will leaving stay safe.” I wrote on a note. I then walked out. Got my bike and left. Nice people, and that why I didn’t want them to get caught up in my mass. I alway love the feeling of riding on a warm night with the cool wind. I’ll once again be alone but I become stronger. Time to make a Boomstick. I had a shotgun on Earth. I would take it apart and reassemble a lot. It was either making sure it was clean and working correctly and sometimes out of boredom. I also want to create another Jericho to be able to double my efforts when fighting. My knife may need to be replaced so I need that replaced. I need magic for the bike… “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” some voices ring out throughout the forest. I swore to whatever I’m never going into a fucking forest again. I only ever find people screaming are piles of corpses ”aaaaaaaaaah” another voice ring out one that was deeper than the first. And another one was yelling at two people named Akira and Akikoa. So with the sound of Vesti La Giubba I rode in like a bat outta hell. The battlefield was like any other filled with fools trying to killed another fool before they were killed, so I started firing at anyone who tried to kill me. “Who the hell is that?” A random guy yelled. “One unlucky son of a bitch.” Another said. “Men do not bother with this stranger he… Bang. I shot the guy who was talking. I am not really sure why I did that. I think I became a bloodthirsty monster. Why is it so easy to kill another when they are deemed an enemy. Is a man allowed to kill another if he thinks he will be killed? I repeatedly bashed a man’s head in out of sheer annoyance. It's been only half a year since I got here and I've been drenched in blood for most of it. I seen goblins rape a woman, piles of corpses, and children traumatized. I killed for freedom and died for it. And now I’m back to another fight.The scream of war and the killing fields of war drives men to their breaking points. I pulled my knife and started killing indiscriminately. The reason I was here no longer matters, the only thing I could do was to kill or be k. The battle would last till the break of dawn. The golden rays would paint the ground highlighting the corpses and blood. I still stood. One side fell and another wounded. The wounded pounded about the strange man who they could only see the back of. When the man turned around the only thing they saw was the face of the devil. I drove away with the Oni mask on my face. The bike was now filled with magic and I was out of bullets in my gun. Another magazine was used up.68 rounds left. Rain started falling but the sun was still out. I lit a cig because the devil was beating his wife. “I have seen the bodies of children carved by zealous knives lying at the foot of altars to dead Gods. I have seen weeping Nazis standing in fields of innocent meat. I have seen the end and I do not fear it anymore it is the only place where the Flesh of the innocent is spared the daggers of Med Man” The Abyss.The rain stopped and the sun was high. I stopped somewhere far from the battle and decided to rest. Before resting I cleaned my knife and placed my bike next to me. I counted my round and placed a mag into my pistol. Back when I was with the group the mage decided to put a self cleaning and fixing spell on my clothes. I pissed on a tree then pulled a small wipes to clean my hands and took a swig from the flask. It was hot and the wind was still. I rested my bike on a rock, and I rested my head against the rock. And fell into a slumber. My dream felt more like a memory, and the memory felt like a nightmare. It was summer and the cicadas were loud. I was home alone and I was in my basement bathroom with my cat. I was in my mid teens and I was half watching the tv show I had on. The other half was thinking about the little pocket knife in my pocket. It was an odd thing I would sometimes do where I would open the blade and just up to my skin,and do nothing. I won't go all the way I just stood there. I decided to pause the show and move to the bathroom. I opened the knife and stood, and pounded why I kept doing this. My life was good, and I had no right to feel sadness so as always I pulled the blade away and placed it back upstairs. I lost my ability to really cry and I have no idea when I lost it or why it was lost. None of this matters because the Devil feels nothing. Fyodor Dostoevsky once said “I think the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.” And the bad guys always win. The chirping of birds woke me up once more. I stunk of sweat, alcohol,cigarette smoke,and gasoline somehow. The sun was shining and I was alone. I decided to gut 5 fish from the river close to my original location and collect a bundle of sticks. I lit a stick on fire, then lit the bundle, and stuck the fish on sticks near the fire. Could have been done with some salt. This country's main languages are English and Japanese, and I’m bringing this up because I accidentally stole a novel from the library. I've been reading every time I get any down time. It a dime store detective novels following an alcoholic Private Dick who was investigating life it self, but he was also investigating the death of a man in a town he was pasting thought and got pulled into something larger. It reminded me of another book I once read. In the King's private corridor Kenji and King Alexander talk about a problem. “My King, the Hero’s have returned from the mission to dispatch the devil,” said Kenji. “At ease Mr.Minamoto you are not a soldier here, you are a guest to the country, and the people see you as a hero.” King Alexander said. “I would like to discuss the events that took place on the night we fought the so-called Devil.” Kenji said. “Yes, Mr.Minamoto.” The King said. “I believe even after giving him a mortal wound that should have killed the so-called Devil he seems to still be alive.” Kenji said. “Are you talking about the the battle report we received last night where an odd man showed up killing indiscriminately and surviving soldiers said they saw the Devil.” The king said. “Yes, my King and I believe that the same man that I thought I killed on that rainy night.”Kenji said. “Well isn’t that interesting, and were you ever able to find the other man who was with him.” The King said. “I was unable to find that man either.” Kenji said. “Well at least their still a possibility to get an interview with those men.” The King said. “Well, if you say so my King. May I be executed.” Kenji asked. “You may Mr.Minamoto please rest, am sure you're tired from being in the front lines of war.” The King said. “Thank you my lord, I shall now take my leave.” Kenji said. The doors of the King's private room close. “Hm, the Devil has returned. And the war with demons has grown into a greater threat. That why all wars have been called to be ended, so that more resources could be used in the III Demon&Human war. Is the Devil truly a demon or a man who is fighting for his ideas. Well I can’t throw much resources into finding the man, so I’ll leave him alone for now.” The King told himself. After Kenji left he also thought about his life, and the scar that The Devil gifted to him in their last meeting started to ache from the memory. “I am still confused about how he could have survived, and how he was about to kill me without using any magic. He was also using a gun which means he is not of this world. Could the American that Akira brought up been who we fought on that night. If only I could remember what he looked like. The only thing I remember is the last words he said to me "I am the Devil and must do my Work" . It has been said in numerous reports about the Devil that he uses the phrase whenever entering a market almost like a catchphrase. Well if it really was him then there will be reports about night rides on slave markets. We been here six months I know that the other two have gotten comfortable in this world but I’m still unable to. Every day I wonder if my family is worried or think I’m dead. All I know is that I have to make it back home no matter what or who gets in my way, so I’ll train to become stronger than anyone in this world.” The engine of V bikes start up and music is coming from it “You're face to face With the man who sold the world” The Man Who Sold the World. Well it once again time to get on the highway to hell.

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