1188 The Cursed Plutus

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We had encountered a creepy old man wearing a white loincloth, which Redgaria identified as the mythical figure of Plutus, in Greek Mythos, he was said to be the God of Greed, but in this iteration of himself, he could be from somewhere else completely. But talking to him is difficult, he's tricky with his words and constantly ask us to pray to Satan or he won't let us pass.

Bur Redgaria recognized him as Plutus, why? How does he knows about him?

"What do you know?" I asked.

"I know this because I read several books about Hell when I was a beginner Warlock, and I had a few conversations with Demons I had made contracts with. Plutus right here is indeed the God of Greed, apparently, he comes from another world which we don't know about… But he is known as the Guard of Hell, they said he was an Old Giant Man which had a lot of loose screws. He talks nonsense and prays to Satan." Said Redgaria.

"You know me little man? Little feeble man, you're greedy and sick. Sick in the head… Hehehe…" he laughed.

"You're too." Said Redgaria.

"We are all kind of sick in the head, right?" I asked.

"You're all sinful, but you're strong enough to ignore the purgatory completely if you want… Why are you here? What's your purpose?" he asked.

"Well I had originally came here to kill Mammon and eat him, yeah." I said.

"You can't easily kill Mammon, he is a Fallen Archangel, you can eat him, you can tear him apart, but he'll come back anyways, Hell is his body and soul, the Princes of Hell cannot be easily killed unless you… well, why should I tell you?" he asked laughing maliciously.

"Come on reveal the secret, spill the beans old man." I said.

"Why are you so bold, creature from Chaos? You think that because you're bold and act like a delinquent, you'll be able to intimidate me? Or to intimidate the princes of hell? We are beyond your very understanding, little child. Your words are nothing but… well, nothing." He said.

"That I got such a long answer from you means that you're already falling for it, idiot." I said.

"…You see me, you hear me, and you listen to my voice, yet you act like this even after all of this is calculated inside of your head. You're really the insane one in here. You're a child of chaos, I suppose chaos itself is you and you're chaos, there's nothing for you to fear even in the face of adversity, an insane being that not even I can fully comprehend. At the end of the day I am dwarfed before your might and will." He said, suddenly kneeling.

"Eh?!" Redgaria was left shocked.

"Huh? Excuse me? What are you even doing?" I asked.

"I, Plutus, the God of Wealth, am pleased to tell you that you're welcome in the Layer of Greed. My insanity comes and goes sometimes, but before your sight I am the sanest perhaps because your very being embodies chaos itself." He proclaimed.

"Okay…? Why are you so weird?" I asked.

Plutus sat down, suddenly generating a chalice where he filled it with wine and drank it without problems, to his heart's content.

"Phew! That hits the spot! Gahahahaha! I needed a drink. I got tired." He said.

"Tired of what?! Can you tell me what's going on?" I asked.

"Of nothing, really. I am a lazy man, greedy people are greedy because we lack will. We want to be lazy so we need wealth to be as lazy as we can. I am lazy." He said.

"I see…"

"Kireina Chaos Dark Moon you're not the first one to come here without being a sinful soul nor a demon. Many like you had come here and stepped into these lands, seeking the power and wealth. In this place you can hunt a verity of demons and even find angels from time to time. I am the Gatekeeper and sometimes, I switch into a more insane self where I pray to Satan. I usually am like this, however." He said.

"Oh… I guess you're pretty crazy, yeah." I sighed.

Everyone sighed in relief, we skipped a battle.

"Now, now, come sit at my side and talk me about your adventures. I am bored of sitting my butt over here while being an insane man." He said.

"You're like Shub-Niggurath, you also want to just talk?" I asked.

"I do, I do. Maybe I can tell you a few important bits of info you need to know before advancing further but that depends in the wine you offer to me." He said.

"Okay, I get it, you want to sell me info for good wine? Sure, let's go with it, I am going to give you the best wine you've ever tasted." I said.

"Oooohhh!"

And like that, we quickly sat around the giant god, as he began to drink a lot of wine from his never-ending wine-producing chalice. He looked to be friendly after the initial weird impression he gave to us, of course, sometimes he switched back and began to scratch his entire body while praying to Satan. I had offered him all the wines I had, the best ones I could possibly produce, and he was enchanted with each one.

"Good! I am pleased!" he laughed.

"Now tell us a bit about what the heck are you, Plutus." I said.

"My history? Well, I already know yours, so it's fair… I am not here because someone threw me here, I decided to come here willingly… Long ago, I joined Lucifer himself when he was already made into an Archdemon and sealed in here, I just wanted a place where I could indulge in Hell. However, because Satan didn't liked me, he ended cursing me and I sometimes pray to him while growing insane…" he said.

"T-That's a curse?" I asked.

"Yes, Satan is a bastard- Ugh… Aghh… HAhahahaha! Pope Satan, Amen! Amen!"

He began again, sometimes he just begins this whole routine. It was hard to talk with him, but I began to pity the old man a bit.

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