Sephir Kingdom, daytime...

Everyone is roaming on the streets since there is nothing much in the market everyone is just making conversations with each other.

*Yaawwwwnnnn*

Morin walked in the middle of the market with a tired expression on his face.

"Mr. Morin... Good morning.

"Morning, James."

"Sir Morin... Good morning."

"Morning Lisa. How are the kids ?"

"They are good sir."

"Good Good..."

As he walked forward, everyone greeted him with smiles and gifts.

"Hah... I need to sleep. That kid really fucked up my sleeping schedule, that black creature keeps coming to my dreams." Morin spoke in a low voice as he walked upto his house.

He opened the house’s door, entered inside... closed the door and walked straight to his bedroom.

"Home sweet home..." Morin spoke as he covered the room’s windows with curtains and the whole room sank into darkness.

He slowly placed his magic wand to the side and laid down on his bed.

"Haa... Feels so good." Morin giggled as he hugged the pillow tightly and closed his eyes.

"Yeah hug it tighter." Suddenly a whispering sound entered inside his ears.

"What ?" Morin immediately woke up from his sleep and looked around the room with a serious expression but there was nothing other than darkness.

He sat still for three minutes trying to observe if someone was in his room or not, but no sound came.

"Fuck... The sounds are coming back. I have to start drinking alcohol again." Morin spoke as he immediately hugged the pillow once again and closed his eyes.

Suddenly a dark shadow appeared near Morin’s legs and it held a big dagger in it’s hands.

*Lick*

The shadow licked the dagger with his abnormally long tongue before raising it into the air and bringing in down onto Morin’s left leg with full power.

*STAB*

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...." Morin shouted loudly as he woke up from his sleep immediately.

"Shhh... You shouldn’t shout like that. My master doesn’t like loud noises." A female’s voice entered inside his ears and suddenly his mouth was closed shut automatically against his will.

*Clink*

Suddenly the curtains on the windows were removed and Morin noticed a blue woman standing near the curtains. She was none other than lady marla.

"Mnhhhhhhh... MNHHHHNHHHH..." Morin tried to shout as he looked at the hole that was made by the dagger in his left leg, it was bleeding non-stop, but his lips weren’t allowing any words to escape out of his mouth.

"How about you stand up from that bed and walk out of the room... Now." Marla spoke with a smile and as soon as the words left her mouth, Morin’s body started moving against his will.

He immediately stood up from the bed and started walking towards the exit gate with his bleeding leg.

It hurted like hell but Morin couldn’t do anything, he was utterly helpless.

*Click*

He opened the door and exited the room with tears coming out of his eyes.

As soon as he exited the room, Morin turned to his right and noticed a man standing near his alcohol collection.

He faced was towards the shelf busy in picking what to drink next.

"Hmm... This one is good." Leon spoke as he picked up a white bottle from the shelf and turned around to pour himself a drink in the wooden mug.

But as soon as Morin saw Leon’s face... His eyes widened in shock and fear, his legs started shaking along with his whole body.

"Oh... You are awake, come join me for a drink old man." Leon spoke with a smile as he picked up another mug from under the counter and placed it right next to his mug.

Morin raised his finger towards Leon and he gathered every single last bit of his will in order to run out of the house and he succeeded in breaking out of Marla’s spell.

Without wasting another second, Morin turned around and started running towards the exit gate.

But as he kept running towards the gate, the gate kept going away from him. No matter how fast he ran he wasn’t able to get to the gate, it was as if the path to the gate was stretching on its own.

Leon looked at him with a smile as he poured the drink into the mug and took a sip while a man in completely black tux walked upto him.

He holded a stick in his hand and there was a black and white mask covering his face. The mask was similar to a clown’s face but behind the mask two glowing red eyes stared down at Morin.

’The Malebolge has thirteen different evil souls in itself, I have met and inspected twelve of them.

The Butcher: Maverick the third, a complete fucking maniac who loves to cut through anything living or dead. He can skin off anything without killing it.

The siren: Lady Marla, siren queen who can manipulate weak minded people into doing her bid. She killed so many sailors that no one who entered her domain left the sea alive.

The Chimera: RVX-666 who killed so many people that he was almost sent to purgatory but I pulled him on the right time.

The Executioner: Tropida, a ruthless killer... She executed so many women and men in her life that after a while she lost the difference between right and wrong. She went on a killing streak using her powers.

The Trickster: Merlin Weaverns, one of the most dangerous illusionist standing right next to me. He raped so many women using his powers that he was executed by Tropida herself, while both of them were having sex, must’ve been painful.

The Possessor: Saint John, He was a saint in a big church when he was alive and he killed thousands of men and women mercilessly who refused to follow the religion that he had created, making himself the god of his religion. After his death his soul kept possessing the living beings and making others believe that he is still alive.

The Plague Bringer: Alchemist Trucer, When he was alive, he killed thousands just to test his drugs, it is said that he killed a whole kingdom overnight with a dangerous virus.

The Architect: Luyur, he was one of the best architect that history ever saw but he was a sadistic... It is said that he built a prison and threw in innocents into it’s cells and tortured them until they started begging for death and once they did, he started torturing them even more.

The Puppeteer: Madame Vesper, One of the most dangerous bitch, She was an aristocrat who mastered a dark art of blood-threading, allowing her to physically control people’s bodies like marionettes. She didn’t just kill people; she forced them to do it themselves. She was infamous for hijacking the bodies of loving fathers and mothers, forcing them to butcher their own families while keeping their minds completely awake and aware, feeding off the sheer trauma of their breaking sanity.

The Blood-Drunk: General Kael, A military commander who didn’t fight for a king or country, but purely for the slaughter. When a massive city finally surrendered to him after a long siege, he didn’t take prisoners. Instead, he ordered his men to break the legs of all 50,000 citizens and bury them alive in a massive trench, simply to use their crushed bodies as the foundation for his new fortress. He was eventually ripped limb from limb by his own mutinying soldiers, who grew terrified of his bloodlust.

The Vampire: Cassian Von Bloodmoon, He didn’t just drink blood, he built subterranean human farms where thousands were hung on meat hooks. He bled entire generations of families drop by drop, keeping them barely alive in total darkness for decades just to perfectly age their blood.

The Skinwalker: Vane, a shapeshifting serial killer who hunted royalty. He would murder a king, wear his skin, and plunge the empire into bloody, senseless wars, abandoning the rotting skin to find a new host only when the kingdom was entirely reduced to ash.

I don’t know about the thirteenth form, I kept telling it to reveal the thirteenth form but it didn’t.’ Leon thought as he took a sip of the alcohol and an evil smile appeared over his face.

*Thud*

After running for a while Morin finally fell down on the floor due to exhaustion.

"Release him and switch places with vane..." Leon ordered.

"Yes, master." Merlin replied as he immediately dissolved into the dark shadow form and another man that had no face appeared in his place.

He was very small and had a deformed body.

"Master..." Vane spoke in a low voice.

"Vane... Can you take his grandfather’s face ?" Leon asked.

"Hmm... I can master but for that I will need to know how his grandfather looked like and for that we will need to get inside his mind.

Only the saint can possess his body, once he does... I will have the face of his grandfather." Vane replied.

’Ah... Right since they all share the same shape shifting Malebolge’s body, they have a shared brain as well.’ Leon thought.

"Very well... Send John out." He commanded with an evil smile as he took another sip of the alcohol.