As always, we have been walking. The bag was filled with an assortment of coins, some Copper, some Iron, and some Gold. I know Albert is most likely helping us so he could gain more power throughout the country by outing corrupt nobles or just through others’ deaths. I put some music on while we stroll, singing along with it.
"I'm a refugee from the mansion on the hill. And if you won't leave me, I'll find somebody who will," Warren Zevon.
I always love his music. We made it to a campsite. After we finished setting up, the mage pulled out the same pot, but it was smaller this time. I told Miyamoto we needed to discuss something in private. I showed him the masks and the map Sir Albert gave to us. I unrolled the map, and there were Xs and Os crossed out throughout the kingdom, and a key in the bottom left corner. The Xs were two different colors, red and blue: the red were slave markets, and the blue were corrupt nobles. The Os represent a safe place to take the slaves after breaking them out. The three masks were based on Oni masks, those badass Japanese devils. I constantly find these mixes of European medieval times and Japanese culture odd, and I find that these exist to be maddeningly fascinating. Was there once a time when both of these cultures came to this world and forever changed it? Miyamoto said there were two different spells on the masks: the first makes the mask unbreakable, and the second makes the user unrecognizable. Perfect for what we were doing. One of the red Xs was close to our campsite, only a few miles away. I told the mage and the kid we would be gone for a bit, and we would be back at the dead of night. Celeste asked why I simply responded,
“I am the devil, and have to do the devil’s work.” I also told the kid to stay here, don’t follow us. She nodded. Miyamoto and I started walking. We made it to the slums that are located next to the markets. Both of us put on our masks and got ready. I told Miyamoto,
“We are here to free the enslaved, and if anyone is to attack us, we are to kill them.”
“Before we do this, there’s something I need to know. Why are you so hell-bent against destroying this?” Miyamoto asked.
“Where I’m from, there was a man named John Brown. He fought against a slave country and fell in the battle against it. He is a personal hero of mine, and I made a promise to myself to fight for the freedom of the people.” I said.
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“You’re a very strange king of hell, you know that?” Miyamoto said.
“I always believe that the devil did punish evil, but was also the type who fought for one's freedom. The Devil was an angel once. He turned on God and fought for something he held dear. Well let’s start this shit show.” I said.
The two of us kicked down the door and yelled,
“We are the Devil and Here to Do the DEVIL’S WORK.”
Everyone looked at the two strange men who had just kicked down the door and laughed. I then went over to one of the guys and bashed his head against the wall repeatedly until he stopped breathing.
“Listen up MOTHERFUCKERS! I’ll kill all of you fucking slavers. We’re here to free the enslave, and I swear to whatever made-up god you believe in—-if you get in my way, I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands.”
The crowd of people was now horrified, and Miyamoto seemed a bit disturbed, maybe he was wondering whether I was losing it or not, but it proved the point.
“Give us everything you’ve got. Devil two (Miyamoto), free the slaves.” I yelled.
I forgot to tell Miyamoto that we were going to rob the people, too, because when we get down to it, this is about economics. If we put the fear of both death and economic ruin, we can give all the money to the slaves, too, and stick it to the rich. Miyamoto came back with a group of slaves, and I with a bag of money. The next step of the plan was to make it to the closest green circle. Good thing all the circles are pretty close to the markets. It took us 20 minutes to get there. Everything went smoothly until the mob of mercenaries came after us. I pulled my gun and took out 4 with 4 shots, but they got too close, so I pulled my knife. Miyamoto started cutting men down by the masses. The green circle was only a few minutes away, so I yelled at the slaves to keep going straight. I chucked the bag of cash at them, telling them to take it with them. Miyamoto and I got pushed back-to-back with each other. We had to fight over a hundred men at one point. Miyamoto passed me his wakizashi so I could cut down men faster, so they wouldn’t overrun us with sheer abundance. The battle took over 5 hours. I'm not sure how either of us survived. I think it was only because they were cheap. The two of us dropped down beside each other, sitting back to back. I opened my flask and took a long swig, and then passed it to Miyamoto. Bathed in blood and surrounded by death, we trudge like the corpse on the ground down the path to the O, making sure we make it. The only thing we found was some burnt grease and engraving. Miyamoto said it was a teleport spell. So we just walked back to camp. Dawn had broken when we showed up, and we both collapsed.
