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Amillia Hertz appears in front of the camera

"Hello, everyone. Today I'm replacing gretchit grimel for an extremely important reason..."

She immediately falls to her knees and starts begging to the audience

"PLEASE BUY OUR PRODUCTS! MY BOSS WILL DO SOMETHING TO ME AND I DON'T WANNA KNOW WHAT HE HAS IN STOOORRREEEE!!! T CORP! L CORP! R CORP! PLEASE LET US BUILD PERMANENT MALLS IN YOUR FLOORS PLEASE!"

Amillia gets dragged off screen by the recording crew, still screaming

"HE SAID HE'S GOING TO NOT KILL ME!!! IT'S EITHER GOING TO BE PAINFUL, EMBARRASSING, OR BOTH! OH GODS DAMMIT I DON'T WANNA BE A HEAD IN A JAR FOR THE REST OF MY LI-"

The screen and voice cuts off abruptly

!click¡

"HAVE YOU HEARD THE TALE HERA? THE TALE OF THE MEAT KING?"

"..."

"THE KING, EATEN BY THE DARK ONE.

THE KING REVIVED BY THE SLAVE

THE KING, HIS PALACE INVADED BY THE COURT

THE SLAVE, SLAUGHTERED BY THE EXECUTIONER

THE KING, STANDING TRIAL."

"This doesn't concern me, nor any of my other clones."

"OH, BUT IT CONCERNS THEM ..."

"...who do you want me to call?"

"THE FROWNING MAN. HE MUST TAKE THE SLAVE."

"alright...fine. Don't disturb me anymore, I'll ring him up."

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Ring-ring-ring!

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"...yessss..?"

!click¡

"SEND EVERY ONE OF THOSE WRETCHED ANGELS GODS DAMMIT! LET NONE OF THEM SURVIVE."

"GRIMM HAS COST TOO MUCH OF OUR MONEY AND PEOPLE! SEND IN EVERYTHING! ARM ALL OF THE THERMONUCLEAR BOMBS!"

"WE'LL KILL THEM ALL!"

Orinn...with his last breath...wraps the throne room lovingly with roots and branches...

...his boss...cannot...be hurt...

Sorry boss, I can't be there to protect you

I can't protect my fellow employees...my friends...

...

[Amil#&#&$-!$-@]...I'm sorry for everything.

I was too greedy...it was a deserved fate.

I should've died there.

...

The sun...

GOD DAMN THE SUN

I CANNOT ALLOW MY BOSS TO DIE

ACTIVATE EFFLORESCENT EGO

[50 HADESBUDS SPAWNED IN OFFICE*]

*(Basically regenerating skyscraper trees that fire giant man-sized spikes and fruits that birth violent clay creatures)

(Orinn is now rooted to the ground. To permanently kill the trees, you must kill Orrin and/or sever his roots)

Amillia clawed at the fading table, attempting to find something to defend herself despite the fact that the same lacquered furniture was melting into a puddle in front of her very eyes.

The wispy figure in the far darkness walked towards her methodically, his steel-soled leather shoes clinked on the shadowy floor, the tempo growing closer and closer to the nervous wreck.

"Now now, why so terrified dear? I simply want to talk about...your subpar results these few months."

"i-if it's about my performance, you can jit-just email me! Really t-t-there's no need to come personally..." Amillia mumbled through her chattering teeth as she sought a way to evade the unwelcomed visit.

The man standing in front of amillia was probably not the most intimidating person that would come to a normal person's mind, but it was the most concerning thing in her view right now.

He wore a glossy purplish-black tuxedo with a stylized tie sporting a multitude of eyes. His head was a three-sided pyramid, built out of pure gold and a large eye that took up the entirety of his "face"

"The graphs show that your profit margins have been...unacceptable. Not to mention when you compare it with the cost of expenses, gosh! If you continue this T e ^(r R i) b L e streak, I may have to...PERSONALLY punish you! Wouldn't want that, WOULD YOU?"

His voice emanated from...behind her!?!?!? She tried whipping around, but his gloves fingers dug in between amillia's shoulderblades.

Deciding that living was preferable, she quickly hissed out a reply.

"N-not at all, sir! I wouldn't want that.. I'll...it won't happen next time..."

It seemed to be the correct words uttered, as he eased off the pressure and it melded into more of a massage.

"Good, GOOD! Although you forgot to mention that there will be NO next time."

Amillia's stomach dropped. The CEO's eye wrinkled into what seemed like a substitute for a cold smile

"RIGHT?"

"...yes. You're absolutely right."

"that's right! Now, go and make me some money." he patted Amillia on the cheek degradingly like she was a dog

Her superior turned around and started walking back into the darkness, but stopped before it swallowed him whole.

"that cyberware on you looks good."

(-(-)-)

Amillia woke up with a start and peeled her face off the work desk, and grudgingly reached for the last coffee-

Splash

The cold brew fell right off the table and stained the maroon rug with a fresh coat of black

"...MOTHERFU-!"

"-T e ^(r R i) b L e streak, I may have to...PERSONALLY punish you! Wouldn't want that, WOULD YOU?"

Amillia rubbed at her eyes as she looked through the paperwork about sending the angel warriors and the special squad to the meat packing room. Good, good. This should strengthen {i} corp's ties with the meat packers if all went well.

She scowled as she remembered that she had to drop to her knees and personally beg for AOM 's help, only for them to send a trio of rabble. "aberrants", they were called in their universe. Absolutely useless unless fighting a singular power.

Amillia reached for, what was probably, the thousand Cup of coffee that night.

It seemed to stretch away.

Amillia growled wordlessly as she pulled out a loaded bolter from under the table. It melted into slag right in her hand, then spread across the room as a shadowy gas.

Further, and further, the gas swallowed the room greedily. The once-messy office was soon enveloped in darkness.

Amillia snapped up instantly.

It was the very head of the dragon. The top of the pyramid, the root of evil that was Illuminati Co.

HERE STANDS °{>????<}°, THE SIN OF GREED.

These people abberants are the hand jumper trio! You may notice there's only two.

I wasn't done.

I even removed the picture from the post.

Why did you choose the first option.

Also go read hand jumper on webtoon. I'll wait. It's peak, a diamond in the rough! I love deranged ladies

The gal, Selena, doing a DIO pose on the left (too bad you can't see her) wields yellow essence and is the leader of their three-man band, {Acolytes Of Mother}

Yellow essence, essentially affects other people's essence(s) apart from the usual boosting the body in general

while it is true that yellow essence users usually get more "supportive" gifts, Selena here uses it extremely offensively. She can crystallize essence (or in the case of the basement, "aura" that everyone has. And no, I'm not talking about [jjk's best hype moments!!!!], Moreso some sort of personalised "life" energy)

Selena can change the density, weight, sharpness, hardness-as long as you have enough of that sweet essence to fund her violent endeavours, she'll basically have full creative power over the crystals. Not to mention, "aura" usually flares up when someone is "excited" (angry, terrified, joyful, "aura" will be effected by your emotions, which includes you getting injured. Check your closets before you sleep, London boy), which in turn strengthens the crystals and reinforces her control over them in a vicious cycle. She also uses it to give defence and weapons to her teammates in times of need

!click¡

"Heyyyyy guys! It's me again, gretchit grimel here!!!! So anyways...the meat packing room is in a little pickle, and we decided to be very generous and ask a certain benefactor for help! So...for the real reason why we're making this announcement..."

Shuffles around papers nervously

"who do you want us to send to help them?"

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WE'VE DONE IT!

It sure was difficult, but everything worked out! Except for that one custodes stumbling around the meat packing room

Off went the corpse, and on went (a piece of) my boss! I sure hope no one attacks him while he regenerates and revives!

Hm. T'was nice writing it.

...i think I like writing. Wrapped it up pretty good, methinks.

Tragedy and all. (She doesn't know Orrin's technically alive)

Eh, whatever. I still gotta wake her up...do the throne-stealing arc too

BUTTTTT HEY, THAT'S JUST A THEORY, A GAAMMMMEEEE THEORY! THANKS FOR WATCHING...

"ORINN, WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?!?!?"

"Well, it's exactly what it sounds like. I'm leaving this godforsaken place, and going to [Tuplar 41-A]. Unlike you, I've got much, much bigger dreams. Illuminati promised me everything I need to create the immortality serum! And all I need to do...is get on that spaceship. Away from this hellhole. I'm tired of going down with the sinking ship that {i} corp is. You knew that when the merger was officially announced, didn't you?"

Orrin and Amillia was fighting for the third time again in their dorm. Shattered glass and broken promises were strewn across the floor as he dragged his luggages closer to the door.

"What happened to you? What happened to that good-natured friend of mine? You wouldn't...you couldn't hurt a person back then...so why..? Why do all these cruel experiments?"

"Everyone changes eventually. I was pathetic back then, but the illuminati showed me how great my ambitions were! You aren't thinking BIG enough amillia. What's a few lives worth compared to an immortal life? If I made the serum...I'll be above everyone and everything in this fucked-up universe. I'll be a GOD! gifting divinity to the wretchs of the world. They will grovel at my feet, BEG for salvation! And I...am a merciful god, but of course. For a sweet sum of a billi-"

SMACK

Amillia slapped Orrin and he lost his balance, hitting the ground hard and spilling his worn equipment everywhere

"Get out. Out of my sight, now. I NEVER, want to see you again. Once you step out of that doorway, we'll never be sworn siblings again. YOU HEAR ME?!?!?"

"..."

Orinn slowly stood up, wiping dust off his now-crumpled suit. He grabbed his luggages and moved to the exit, but stopped right at the last second.

"Forget about that promise we made, Amillia. I'll ensure you'll never get that serum, if that's the last thing I ever do."

He walked out.

Out of her life, out of her sight, out of the doors of {i} corp forever.

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She'd never felt so small before, so terrified of the world...

She was alone at last.

without him.

We've prepared for much of the problems ahead. Error (thank yous very much) has made soulless clones I order to move the throne! They might(?) be a susceptible to the whispering full-on psychic screams of the trapped souls but I'm not sure if they'll get affected by that...hopefully not.

Now, if moving the divine version of the elephant's foot wasn't enough, the corpse-king has protectors! Not good, I've been smeared to a red sludge several times and I am not fond of experiencing that again, and especially since they've heightened security, and their dreadnought n' nuggets prowl the edges of the throne room.

For that, I would request T corp a tax exemption in return for stopping time temporarily while we steal the throne. We absolutely cannot deal with the adeptus custodies...and the sisters of silence, which basically nullify hax.

We can deal with them, despite their superhuman traits and soul-rotting aura. So if everything goes as planned, time will stop and the sisters will grow extremely slow whilst the others, like the custodies, simply cease to move.

We will steal the gigantic machinery they call a throne and revive our CEO!!!!

*Orrin rushed into the new company-owned apartment and smushed his face into the bed, messing up his brown-dyed hair even more than what was thought to be possible*

"We've done it Amillia! 20 years of hard work, we're moving up, finally! we can lead the juniors now with our own teams..."

**"Now now, let's not be hasty. We still gotta do all that paperwork and look thoroughly for good recruits to call dibs on."**

*She heaved in a deep breath of the newly built company-owned apartment, the stale air lingering with glue. As fresh as it could get, she supposed.*

**"mmmmh. This is nice. What's your plans for the future? Mine's leading a huuuuge branch!"**

*Orinn looked up from the enticing folds of the comfy bed, eyes full of brightness. He spoke in a deep, gravely voice.*

"I'm going..." *dramatic pause* "...invent immortality!"

**"..."**

"..."

**"hahahaahahahahaha**hahahahahaaaaa!"

"That was a good joke right? But really, I ***do*** wanna invent immortality..."

**"hmmmm...by any means possible..?"**

*His face drooped and he spread himself back onto the bed*

"...yeah. I suppose. And when I do, you'll be the second one to taste perfection!"

"awh, already sucking up to me before I become a branch manager? That's nice..."

"...but I appreciate it, orinn. You're my best FR##ND"

I, regrettably, had to ask {i} corp's help. I framed the whole thing as a substitute payment as they could not afford to give the usual taxes due to...unforseen circumstances.

However, they have managed to rig a portal (fueled by the unused <BOW OF ATAMUROS>) big enough so that it would turn on the moment we had the golden throne. The only problem is how to...get close to the throne...

The custodies are terrifying, fast enough to be effectively invisible whilst running at top speeds and hit harder than a stampede of bulls...

I don't wanna be bait again

We can't even get close due to the fact the corpse radiates such powerful psionic waves passively that it'll reduce anything less than ultimate superhumans to a smoldering corpse with a blown head in mere seconds...

We need someone's help...someone, or something without a soul.