Not Done Yet

The hall was filled with silence after Elliot's declaration. The prisoners, even his friends, looked bamboozled.

"Hey, Mr. Ed," Hope whispered. "If Mr. Moon would act as god, and father says he makes stupid decisions, would that harm us?"

Ed chuckled, never leaving his amused eyes at Elliot. "Yeah. I guess we're all doomed if that happens."

"Oh," Hope let out.

"But that was with the previous Elliot," Ed continued. "He seemed to use his brain often now. Which is good. We don't have to worry about a lot of things."

"But how will you act as god?" a Succubus asked. "From what I feel, the man who bears two swords has more magical potential than you. How will you be able to prove to us that you can save us?"

Elliot brandished his sword and slowly activated his magic, streaks of red aura started to swirl around him as he raised his weapon.