Majora's Cat
How about that
Chapter 13
Diablo’s Decision
Diablo’s Decision
Poder felt light-headed, often falling to the ground on his way back towards Castle Town. Traicion was nowhere to be seen - he must’ve made off when he realized that he was alive. Poder sneered in disgust, then continued limping towards the cult’s hideout. He neared the town, taking his steps slowly and cautiously, making sure not to fall again. He finally entered through the gate and was met with great adoration.
“Welcome home, your majesty!”
“The king has returned!”
Poder simply waved them off and continued towards the town’s central square. A familiar robed man stood in the center looking rather disgraced. He walked up to the man, who slowly lifted up his dark hood. Diablo. Of course.
“How are you doing, Diablo? How did you find your way here?” Poder asked his friend gently.
“I’m afraid... I have dire news,” Diablo relied, his voice quivering.
Poder glared at Diablo, his bottom lip twitching. “What terrible news do you bring?”
“Link... escaped my grasp. I had to flee - he is strong, indeed.”
“FOOL! I CANNOT ACCEPT YOUR FAILURE!”
Diablo hid his face under the hood, ashamed.
“I will have to kill you for your failure,” said Poder. His eyes tweaked, his twisted smile became a sinister snarl. “ATSUMA! MIZU! Take care of Diablo.”
A young woman, Mizu, emerged from behind a shop. She wore a dark blue cloak and was astonishingly beautiful. A man appeared named Atsuma. He didn’t look so impressive - he was a man with brown hair and was terribly short. He wore a ragged black cloak and had the appearance of a nice man. Mizu was a sorceress, trained to kill. She was of great status among the cult, one of Poder’s most humble followers. Atsuma, on the other hand, was new. Though lacking experience, Poder had taking a liking to Atsuma early on and tasked him with many important missions. The two walked up towards Diablo and looked each other in the eye.
“Sir, is it necessary to dispose of Diablo? He is a valuable asset to us, is he not?” Atsuma said, defying Poder’s orders. No one had ever dared speak up against him before without getting beheaded, but Poder made an exception for the young man.
“Remember, Atsuma. Failure is not an option. Are you dead yet?” Poder questioned the young man.
“No,” Atsuma calmly replied.
“Then you haven’t failed me as of yet.”
Atsuma nodded, afraid to do anything else to irritate Poder.
“Good. You understand. Now dispose of this worthless trash. I have no place in my cult for failures,” said Poder coldly.
Mizu and Atsuma drew their blades reluctantly and placed them on Diablo’s shoulders.
“You’re making a mistake, Poder,” Diablo argued, sweat pouring down his face. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with!”
Diablo closed his red eyes, then floormasters emerged from the ground. The floormaster grabbed Mizu and Atsuma’s legs, then dragged them down into the darkness. Poder sneered and pulled out his sword, but Diablo had disappeared. Poder looked around in confusion. Where did Diablo go?