Chapter 139

To become human again for a while, allowing him to get rid of his weakness? He will lose everything he has before regaining it. It may seem like a light payment to get rid of his life-threatening weakness, but the problem is Solomon. Solomon would have Impulse's soul at the palm of his hand during the merging sequence, and he could play it like a fiddle however he wanted. He isn't stupid enough to leave his soul to a man he just met.

Make a contingency plan regarding Solomon's magic? How could he make contingency plans regarding a system he knows nothing about? That is impossible. He doesn't even know the basic rule of soul magic, talkless of something so advanced as merging souls. And accepting a deal he doesn't have any control over is foolish.

So there was only one thing to do.

Looking across the room at Solomon, who was staring at him, waiting for his answer, Impulse said, "Give me seven days. While I am gone, you can borrow one book from the library and read." With that, Impulse returned to the DC-Verse. Instead of being in space, he found himself inside the Traveler. It seemed like Xerah returned after dropping off Faust and C-3. "Xerah, take me to Faust."

The ship slowly moved forward, glowing white before disappearing. It then appeared above Earth -1, cloaked. Impulse dropped from the ship, shooting through the atmosphere. He headed to where Xerah told him Faust was located, arriving at a mansion at the top of an ominous mountain. He quickly searched the entire mansion, finding Faust meditating in the highest room in the mansion. It was a dome room, the roof of the room being glass, allowing the sunlight to shine through it. The room was filled with bookcases, with the middle of the room having an open area, Faust meditating in the middle.

"Hello, Faust." Impulse greeted, landing beside Faust.

"Bloody hell!" Faust shouted, pointing his palm at Impulse and shooting a beam of purple lightning at him.

Impulse appeared on his right, dodging it. "It's me. Impulse."

"What the heck do you want!?" Faust shouted, glaring at Impulse.

"I need your help--"

"No. The deal is over." Faust cut in, fixing his robe.

Impulse smiled, saying, "So, can we make another deal."

"I am not making another deal with you." Faust immediately declined, shooing him away. "Now, off you go."

"What if--"

"No what if. Just leave!" Faust shouted, getting annoyed. He knows the thing this demon will offer will be something he can't refuse, so he rather not hear it and be tempted. '

"I will give you a lot of things." Impulse said, ignoring Faust.

"Silence!" Faust shouted, instantly casting three spells of silence. No sound could be heard in the room, as it became instant quiet.

Impulse just smiled and grabbed onto Faust, appearing in Central Park. Seeing Faust appear, everyone started running away, some of them calling the cops. After all, he is a known villain.

"I have control over 10 billion souls. You can pick 1 billion and it would be yours." He said, whispering into his ear. "With 1 billion high-quality souls, you can improve your soul magic million fold. Create new spells. Learn new spells. You will become an unstable force."

Faust, looked over to the smiling Impulse beside him, mumbling. "You vile demon. This is the reason I hate your kind."

"Yes. I am a demon." Impulse said, his smile turning to a grin. "Now, what is your answer? Think of it, I don't have all--"

"What the heck do you want!?" Faust shouted, walking away.

Impulse grabbed Faust's shoulder, appearing back to the dome room. Faust then cast a spell, removing the spell of silence. With it gone, Impulse spoke, "I want you to cast your highest soul protection spell on my soul."

"How would I know you won't go back on your words? Haven't you heard of the saying, never trust a Demon?" Faust asked, pushing open the door and entering a dome room filled with shelves of books.

"I thought of that already." Impulse noted, disappearing.

Faust blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a bloody demonic circle in the middle of the room. "I don't trust you, and you don't trust me. So we will do what is best for both of us. Summoning another demon to bond our soul to this deal. If one of us fail to complete the end of their deal, their soul would be tortured for eternity." Impulse noticed the unimpressed look on Faust's face, saying, "I know how proficient you are in soul magic, so, I will be summoning one of the seven princes of hell."

One of Faust's eyebrows raised as he said, "I never saw a demon summoning another demon, much less one of the princes. I have never been able to summon one of them, so how would you? And this ritual circle looks like one of those you see online. Why the heck are you using it?"

"Just watch." Impulse confidently said, getting on his knee in front of the demonic circle. "Belphegor, θυσίασα εβδομήντα δύο ανθρώπινες ψυχές στο όνομά σου. Σας παρακαλούμε έλα στην ανθρώπινη σφαίρα και κάνε την προσφορά μου!"

"Such basic incarnation. No way would work--" Faust was caught off by a bloody portal opening in the ground.

A hand grabbed at the end of the portal and pulled itself out of the dept of hell, entering the human realm. The portal closed after it existed before the demon stood at its full height. It was a towering shadow figure, with its only distinguishable future being its hollow white eyes.

"My name is Belphegor... the seeker of harmony on Earth, and Duke of Hell presiding over indolence... What is your reason for summoning me?" Belphegor asked in a voice mixed with a man, a woman, and a child.

"I want you, my lord, to be the witness of our deal." Impulse said, staying on his knees. "Would you be needing any payment?"

"I would say your soul, but it has been cursed by Lucifer. Hurry up with the deal." It spoke, Impulse finding it hard to believe its word.

"Faust, snap out of it." Impulse shouted, bring Faust back to reality.

"U-u- um. Yeah. Let's get this done." Faust mumbled, sweat dripping down every pore in his body. He wanted to trick Impulse, but with Belphegor being the witness, it would be impossible. 'Bloody hell. Who would have thought a demon would be able to summon a Demon Prince with the most basic incantation and basic ritual.'

Faust cautiously walked before the entity, kneeling. He may be arrogant and confident in his ability, but he also knows his limit. And this thing? It is way above his limit.

"I, Rick Brandon--"

"Full name, please." Belphegor blurted out, cutting off Impulse.

Impulse was silent for a while, before resuming his vow, "I, Rick Drew Brandon, vow on my soul to give Faust 1 billion high-quality souls on condition that he keeps his part of his deal."

Faust tightly closed his eyes, mumbling, "I Felix Faust, vow to cast one of my highest protection spells on the soul of Rick Brandon, on condition that he keeps his part of his deal." A vow with his soul? He would have never done such a thing. But the price was just too tempting. 1 billion high-quality souls of a Kree? That is something he can't pass on.

"I am the witness. No lies should be spoken to one another till this deal ends. No one shall hurt each other or cause any timed harm till this deal is over. Should one of you break the deal or the rule ..." The demon began disappearing into thin air, its voice echoing through the room. "You will be punished."

Impulse and Faust stayed kneeling for a while before Faust sat on the ground, cleaning his forehead. "I can't believe he didn't ask for anything."

"I suspected that. In the book, it said Belphegor might not ask for a payment. It seems like those amazons books are right." Impulse mockingly said, sitting.

"It was luck. Just luck." Faust grumbled, standing up. "Let's get this over with. First, clean up this ritual."

"Done." Impulse said, the ground sparkling clean. "So what now?"

"Now, lay down." Faust mumbled, rubbing his forehead. "This is going to be a long spell."