In a certain forest, standing at the edge of a massive crater, Zestial peered inside, trying to figure out what had happened. He turned as Carmilla Carmine approached. Zestial nodded to her.
"Greetings, my friend. How does thee fare on this day?"
Carmilla nodded back. "I'm doing well today, Zestial. Now, what do you think about this?" She gestured toward the crater.
Zestial thought for a moment before speaking. "It is quite a conundrum. I have noticed nothing that points to how this came to be."
Carmilla stepped closer, standing at the edge and peering down into the pit, as if it might spill its secrets. "It's very unusual. There's no sign of destruction no debris at all. The ground just vanishes."
Standing back up, Carmilla looked at Zestial. "Whoever did this is powerful far more so than me."
Zestial nodded in agreement. "We should see if an alliance can be struck, but first we must learn more. Who knows if this individual would be hostile from the start."
Carmilla nodded sharply. "I will not form an alliance with someone I don't know or someone who could pose a threat to my daughters."
Zestial nodded again. "Then we shall become more informed before any contact is made."
Back to our favoured dragon.
Slowly rousing from his slumber, Zac woke from one of the best nights of sleep he had ever had. He let out a low, rumbling yawn as he stretched. Transforming back into his human form, Zac decided to go shopping.
The system pinged.
"Congratulations on finding somewhere to stay, surviving your first few days in Hell, and gaining the interest of two Overlords. You have earned one roll. Would you like to use it? Yes or no."
"Yes, spin it," Zac said, his mind still a little groggy but hopeful.
The screen transformed into a digital slot machine. It spun until all three slots landed on a ticket.
"Congratulations, host. You have obtained a Precision Control Coupon. This allows you to upgrade the control you have over one of your abilities."
Zac thought for a moment before using it on Void Vessel. He had to sit down as an intense headache surged through his head. The pain was so severe that he clutched his skull, feeling as if his brain were tearing itself apart.
Once the pain faded, Zac decided to freshen up. Using his newfound fine control over the void, he erased all the dirt and sweat from his body and clothes. Checking his reflection in the mirror, he noticed he looked even better his muscles more defined, his face sharper and more handsome.
Stepping out the door, Zac started on his way.
As he headed toward the shopping mall, his tail flicked to the same rhythm as the song stuck in his head from yesterday. Now that he thought about it, he could really go for some cotton candy.
Approaching the mall, Zac noticed a bird-type demon entering, but before he could get a better look, his attention was pulled away by a VoxTech television blasting the news.
A massive crater had appeared overnight in the forest. Anyone with information was encouraged to report to V Tower for a possible reward.
"Phew," Zac sighed quietly. "They still don't know who did it."
"Definitely keeping that as a last resort or until I get exposed," he muttered.
I'm going to need a phone soon, Zac thought. But first food.
Zac walked into a fast-food joint and grabbed a burger, devouring it like it was his last meal. Only afterward did he check his pockets.
Right. No money.
After pondering for a moment, Zac decided to try something new. Using his control over space, he teleported accidentally out of the restaurant and straight into a phone shop.
Well… that didn't go exactly how I planned, but it worked, Zac thought.
He knocked out the imp demon working there. "Sorry, but I don't want a fight."
Carefully laying the imp on the floor, Zac grabbed a phone and walked out, flipping the sign to closed fuck off on his way out.
Zac continued walking, exploring his surroundings even more. He passed a strip club, a bar, and a casino before spotting a flyer taped to a street pole.
NOW HIRING I.M.P.
Looking for new workers with customer-pleasing skills or combat proficiency.
Zac decided to head to the address listed on the flyer.
Flapping his wings, he landed nearby. "Damn, that felt good, nice to stretch them."
He entered the building and approach the door with I.M.P spray-painted on the front and knocked on the door.
A female voice called out, "Come in."
Zac entered the reception area, immediately spotting a female hellhound with white and gray fur, dressed in gothic attire and staring down at her phone.
She looked up. "Are you here to hire us for a hit, or something else?"
"I'm here for a job," Zac replied, holding up the poorly drawn, misspelled flyer.
The hellhound Loona muttered under her breath, "Damn, he's hot."
Because of Zacs draconic hearing he heard what she said but chose not to comment.
A male imp's voice called out from an office. "Come in, and we can discuss the terms of your employment."