The First Day

Walking through the gangster's house, I found myself twisting my face which was perfectly hidden in my mask. The house was filled with drugs and a lot of illegal staff, I wouldn't bother trying to touch.

"Did he have another base?" I couldn't help but mutter, as I moved towards the second floor of the house which released the smell of rotting corpse, "Do they smoke people this days?"

CLICK–!

Opening the door which connected the two floors, I couldn't help but blink a few times, as the whole floor was one large room with blood markings on the ground.

For the time being, I ignored the mark that looked like a magic circle from those RPG, after all Kenzo liked to do this kind of staff, he would kill people and try to see if summoning a Devil from hell.

Moving on the areas that had no blood, I reach a desk and arm chair, that were dusty reporting that there weren't used for at least for a year if I say so myself.

"But why do I smell rotting corpse, not the stench of blood?" I muttered looking at the river of blood on the ground, which reported that the murder was done a few minutes ago.

I put on another pair of latex gloves, before opening the first of the drawers on the dirty desk and if this place didn't surprise me a lot before, I would have been shocked by the next item.

A broken compass that kept on spinning.

Placing the compass on the table, my hands advanced to the next draws which had an old record player like those from the 19th century.

"Where did he even got this staff?"

I asked thin air, as this staff was rare to find in the 21st century and in Vintage shops they would cost over a thousand bucks. For someone born in the 2000s having this kind of staff is kinda weird, even CDs are now rare.

Placing the player aside, I opened the last drawer which had the actual record with black surfaces and the title, [How to summon a Demon on Earth], which made me roll my eyes in disappointment.

"Agh!" I groaned and shout, "Just what kind of games did this fool play!"

Minding not to step on the blood, I started searching the whole floor carefully, but to my surprise everything I found was staff you would find in games; Grimoires, drugs disguised as potions and magic wands.

"Tsk." I clicked my tongue to show out my disappointment, "For someone connected to the Dark Lord he is handsomely poor."

I never met the Dark Lord in my past, but all I know is that he is the one in charge of all successful Bad Heroes in the American continent, Europe and a part of Asia.

Since there was nothing else to do in this gangsters house, I decided to play his record just out of curiosity.

The record started to play a soft violin sound, before a soft female voice was released.

"It was the third of September 1947, when I woke up in the middle of a crowd, with my feet floating a few inches above the ground. For some reason my body felt lighter than the way it was before and the most surprising thing was that the acrophobia I had was gone.

I first saw a woman with long silver-black hair dressed in the finest long dress, that only successful people unlike myself would be wearing. She turned her head in my direction and clicked her tongue after looking at the clothes which exposed most of the skin, I was wearing.

The woman ignored me and frowned deeper further when her eyes landed on a chocolate skinned woman wearing a maid uniform that was wet all over, muttering something in an unknown language.

*"The ancestors have forsaken us for the second time. Just where am I anyway?"

I didn't know what she said, but I was sure that she was confused as the gazillion people in this violet-lit cave that stretched far and wide.

Suddenly voices started to echo through the whole cave.

*"Where are my!? Wife where are you!? Where is my baby!?"

[AN. * is for a languages the narrator doesn't understand.]

*"Wow! Look at me! I am breathing fire! Awesome!"

"Hahaha! I can liberate my country now! I can turn into a lion!"

*"Is someone here open for a one nightstand! I am already in my birthday suit!"

"Someone help me! I can't stop running!"

"English!" I exclaimed at whoever shouted that and I tried to listen if there were other English people, but it was a failed move as more people started shouting, making it hard to pick up on anything.

For a person like me who lives by dancing for rich man and only woman on a rare occasion, I wasn't too worried, about where I was, nothing could be compared to working for a fat boss who only pays you, if you bed with him first

*"It is the Germans! They have started a war again!"

*"No! It is the U.S!"

After the mention of 'U.S.A' in a foreign language, the barbaric atmosphere around the crowd died down, as ten people fell to the ground with their faces burnt up.

"Don't you dare accuse my country! You Russians!"

It was a man with an athletic built that showcased he had participated in the previous war. He had short fair blond hair showcasing that he was a real American. A lightly scary face that befitted a soldier.

BANG-!

Someone among the crowd shot the blond haired man, but to the crowds surprise the bullet was the one that got damaged. Humanities greatest weapon had failed to kill a single man.

The man's eyes turned bloodshot after the gun sound faded and made a loud roar accompanied by a breathe of hot purple flames, which escaped his lips, killing off anyone in its way.

The crowd had different expressions after seeing people getting burnt to death.

*"So cool!"

*"Can I do that too!?"

"God please help us!"

*"Is anyone still willing to have a one night stand with me!?"

It didn't take a minute, before people started killing each other using this new superpowers they had, for a second it looked like humanity was going to slaughter itself out of existence, before a medium pitched voice of a man echoed in the cave.

"Humans are indeed foolish."