Chapter 2- Satan or Satteus?
:: Kekeke... didn’t expect that woman to scream so hard she’d tear her own throat... ::
The voice rang inside his mind—gleeful, mocking.
Outside the modest house, a young man stood still on the road. Purple hair fell carelessly over his brow, matching the cold glint in his eyes. One hand rested in his pocket, the other holding a slung college bag. He looked composed, utterly unaffected by the twisted voice whispering in his head.
Without a word, he stepped through the black metal gates. The colony was peaceful, the kind that tried to mask quiet rot beneath its calm. A car sat neatly in the driveway, untouched.
:: Tch, tch... time reversal drained most of my the despair energy I’d stockpiled from those ants. What a waste. ::
"Two more days..." Satteus muttered under his breath.
As he walked past the car, his arm extended behind him, fingers brushing the vehicle’s surface. A thin ripple of black energy pulsed out from his body and disappeared into the metal.
:: Growwwlll~ Master, don’t use energy so recklessly! My stomach hurts! ::
’Stop buzzing in my ear.’
His eyes paused on something—inside the car, on the dashboard, a small, cartoonish doll.
A Pikachu. Faded. Familiar.