Chasing Time

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”
Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”
The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”
Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”
“Oh!!!!”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.
The applause grew even more fervent...
(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The Shadow of Great Britain

The Red Devil's mouth curled up in a smile so wide that it almost reached his ears. His red tongue swept back and forth over his sharply pointed white teeth as he spoke in a sycophantic tone, "Oh, my dear Arthur, after behaving yourself for half a year, you're finally planning to make a move again. How about I raise the stakes for you? If you can take down the entire British Parliament, I'll reward you with the crown."


Hearing this, Arthur merely raised an eyebrow, "Agares, don't think for a moment that I'm unaware of what you're plotting. If the MPs were all sent packing by me, they'd force Baal to sign the 'Great Charter' in Hell and implement constitutional monarchy. What's the matter, you deposed commander, planning to become Hell's Cromwell amidst the chaos? Or perhaps, you want to imitate Napoleon and bellow at the soldiers of the Demon Legion, 'Hell, your Duke has returned'?"


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