With the distraction of the Reaper now gone, it was time to get back to business.
"Oh, that's right. The game!" she said enthusiastically. She loved playing games. Even though she never won any. But she was always so happy when her friends won.
"You said my friends can play with me, right?" She wanted to be sure she'd heard it correctly.
"What are the rules of this game?"
"Okay" she said unsure. "Sounds easy enough, I guess."
"Wait!" she interrupted.
"What is your name?"
"Name. What do I call you?"
it said proudly.
"I can't call you that." She said firmly.
"Everyone should have a name. Even a System."
"But I can't call you that." She repeated.
"Well, it's long and cumbersome. And…it's not very nice."
She thought she heard the System snort derisively.
"I need a way to contact you, right? A name makes it easier. Especially if I'm in a hurry."
the System replied sounding not entirely convinced.
"Great!" she clapped her hands excitedly. "Since you don't have one of your own, can I name you?"
"Alright. Deal. We'll decide on one together, okay?"
"First, are you a boy or a girl?"
"Well, you sound like a boy so…" she began. Then she suddenly thought of something that disturbed her. "Oh! I'm not sure I like a boy being my head. It seems…improper." She mused.
it practically yelled at her.
"Okay. Okay. No need to be so touchy. I didn't mean to imply that you were perverted or anything.
A chuckle echoed through her head.
"Yes, there is!" she cried horrified.
"Now, let's see what would be an appropriate name?" She was having a very difficult time thinking of one.
"Oh, no!"
"Never!"
"Absolutely not!"
She seemed to consider that for a moment, then realized it was frequently used as the name of the Antichrist in popular fiction.
"No. I'm not going to call you anything that means 'child of the devil.'"
"Of course! I can't call you that."
"Isn't that a serial killer's name?"
"Yikes!" she replied. "We might as well call you the Nightstalker or the Strangler."
"That was not a suggestion!"
"Let's try something else." She said resolutely, refusing to answer its question.
"No mass murderers of any type."
"Why? Because they're human monsters!"
"No humanoid monsters." She scolded.
"No inhuman monsters either." She scolded.
"Hmm. Let's try something else."
"No pagan deities."
"No supervillains."
"No names for that…place" she couldn't bring herself to say the actual word.
"Yes, that – opposite of Heaven – place."
"Can't you think of anything less…evil?" She sighed.
"Well, I'm not going to call you anything like that." She said decidedly. "What about Michael? Or Gabriel? Or Rafael?" She ventured hopefully.
She heard retching noises from the System. < I WILL NOT ACCEPT BEING NAMED AFTER AN ANGEL> it declared so strongly it made her head hurt.
"Okay. Calm down." The pressure in her brain seemed to let up when she agreed not to use angelic names.
She pondered further names. "There must be something we can both be happy with."
The Name Game continued for another hour with each rejecting the names suggested by the other.
"It's not nice to use others." Grace replied.
"Oh, yeah. That's right."
At an impasse, they were both silent for about 30 more minutes. Suddenly, inspiration struck.
"I know! I'll call you 'Devon.' Would you like that?" she said nearly simultaneously with his suggestion of Devlin.
The System thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing.
"Yay!" she clapper her hands and giggled excitedly like a little girl.
"Yes. You have my full attention."
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Imp slipped into an abandoned building as the rain poured harder. For some reason, the Mortal Realm seemed familiar to him. He didn't understand as imps didn't normally travel the Realms.
In fact, imps typically remained in the lower circles of Hell and were tasked with aiding the Demons that tortured the Souls imprisoned there. They were also the target of higher-level Demons who tormented them for amusement and used them to practice new tortures on. Imps were little more than messengers and menial servants to more powerful infernal entities.
Yet, he was here now, and he needed a new form and a name. For some reason, the name 'Ian' spoke to him. It just seemed right.
However, changing form was a considerably more difficult task.
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Nicodemus arrived in the Mortal Realm. He could sense the System was nearby. He didn't know why, but he felt a strange connection to it. Almost as if he were drawn to it.
'It surely must have found a host by now' he thought.
He felt certain that if he met the person who now possessed it, he would know in an instant. So, the next thing he needed to do was to think of a persona and disguise himself as a human.