Abyssal Politics

I've made references to real life people 4 times throughout the past 6 chapters. If you think you got at least one, leave a comment with who you think I referenced. I will give the correct answers next chapter.

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"So what you are trying to say is that you woke up one day being 'The Gamer' and had powers that turned your life into a videogame?" Allen asked after he heard and explanation on why Cyril had called himself 'The Gamer'. And it turned out that he wasn't lying, if what he said was true, then he did have infinite potential. "I must admit I envy you, Mr. Bane."

"I will take that as a compliment." Cyril said with a smile before turning serious. "Is there anything else I should know about The Abyss? After all, you did say that those were the basics."

"And that is why I said this would take around an hour." Allen answered. "You see, The Abyss is a far more political place than one would think, considering how it truly works."

"Proceed, please." Cyril said simply. Allen looked at him and took a big breath before he finally began speaking.

"The Abyss as I said has many organizations that work within it. The strongest amongst these organizations have been at a standstill for a few centuries already and have reached a sort of balance. There organizations, groups and in some cases a certain individual are the members of what people from The Abyss know as the 'World Order'." Allen explained before accepting another cup of tea offered by Cyril. He really enjoyed that chamomile tea, and it certainly helped him avoiding the sourness of what he was about to say. "Our organization, the Order of the Bluebell is unfortunately too weak to even be considered an annoyance by the 'World Order', and our information network is too little to even know who the members are. That is why I can only give you information about the political landscape of the US, where we operate."

"Don't mind the small details, Mr. Fredericks." Cyril said comfortingly, as he understood how much it must've hurt to admit something like that.

"*sigh*... Anyway, the US is quite simple when it comes down to it's political landscape." Allen continued with renewed vigor. In his mind, he knew that they would have to do whatever they could to help Cyril reach the heights he might be capable of and hang from his feet in order to achieve something bigger.

"The strongest organization currently working in the US are the Missionaries of Lincoln, who control everything from Nebraska to the west from their base in Utah. They are relatively peaceful if not bothered, but they are quite chauvinistic and their objective is to spread their creed to as many people as possible. They are currently at war with the second most powerful organization, The Cabal. The Cabal is a group that was born from witches, wizards and some other creatures like werewolves and the like who wanted to find a place to live in peace, and they rule over Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas and most of what is east from those three States. Even if the Cabal has a smaller territory and less members, they are almost equal in power due to the more dangerous nature of its members. Then, Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama function as a border of sorts, since those two organizations don't get involved in anything past those four States until the East Coast. That would be because of 'The Riot'." Allen said in one breath before stopping to take a rest and hydrate himself.

"*phew*... Unlike what the name suggests, The Riot is a single individual and the strongest being in the US. He literally owns everything from those four States up to the west Coast. The funny thing is that he has never appeared in public and information about him is limited to the point nothing is known about him besides how powerful he is. And the only reason that is known is because The Cabal once tried to recruit him and managed to annoy him. They almost lost the war against the Missionaries of Lincoln after he was done with them. According to the few witnesses left alive, The Riot looks like a man wearing a victorian suit. That would be it for the important organization on that operate here on the US. There a lot of smaller cults and organizations like my own Order of the Bluebell who have little power and act in one or two states but don't truly rule them." Allen finished his explanation and then finished his chamomile tea.

He felt exhausted each and every time he had to give this explanation, which hadn't been few times considering he had been working for the Order of the Bluebell for over twenty years.

"As disturbing as it is to think that there are hidden forces waging war in the country I live in... it is good to know said things." Cyril said before remembering a little detail he wanted to talk with Allen about. "Before you leave, Mr. Fredericks, I wanted to tell you about something that happened on Monday this past week."

"Hmm? And what would that be, Mr. Bane?" Allen asked as he stood up and headed towards the door, his curiosity certainly picked.

"I was heading back home after hanging out with some friends of mine when I saw a classmate running from something." Cyril began while keeping the best details for last. "That something turned out to be a mob of zombies and a Draugr summoned by a guy named Jack 'Manson' Richards with the objective of 'gathering sacrifices'."

"That is... most disturbing to find out, Mr. Bane." Allen said before grabbing his phone for the first time and sending a message, probably to a member of the Order of the Bluebell. "Don't worry, we will look into this and I will notify you of whatever news we find out."

"That would put my mind at some peace, thank you." Cyril said as he used ID Escape to leave the barrier and allow Allen to leave his apartment. "Here, let me give you my number so you can contact me."

"Ah, I almost forgot." Allen said in what would be the first time his age actually showed. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Bane, and I hope we can collaborate as allies in the future."

"Cheers to that, Mr. Fredericks." Cyril answered with a friendly smile. As soon as Allen left his apartment though, he plopped on his couch and ran his hands over his face in frustration. "Well, this is way more fucked than I expected."

Only one option was left for Cyril. There was no more slow-paced progress. It was all or nothing now. And he knew exactly what he needed to do.

"ID Create."

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A slightly shorter chapter but oh well, it was literally just to break this topic.