City of Demons

All that Bomba could do is watch with a heavy heart as Vory's energy is transformed from that of a Demon to something strikingly astonishing. The vitality that ran in his body altered Vory's emotions and made him feel something he had never felt before - he felt good about himself, he felt joy in his heart, and the thoughts in his head changed from unethical to ethical. "This feeling... Is this... Is this what it means to be good." He muttered blissfully.

That was what Bomba underwent once but momentarily jealousy and her synonyms it is all that is powering his state of mind.

Vory began to become lighter. All the heavy burdens that had been stacked upon his shoulders in his demon years evaporated in thin air at once, and he smiled at the sense of that. The man levitating across from him tried to force a smile but a spontaneous tensed grin formed a stank face.

"Wow Bomb, this feels great." Vory's face wore an enormous smile.

It was a breathtaking experience indeed, but at the same time weird to him considering the fact that he has never even smiled before.

It is not in an evil spirit's mental capability to smile or to even experience any other feel-good activity.

It is like getting a man to do household chores. No, bad example. It is like trying to achieve world peace. No, it is like a fish living on plain and dry land. It just can not happen.

"Tell me about it!" Bomba said in an extremely low tone that Vory barely made out a single word.

Halfway to the completion of the transformation, Vory chuckled erring to contain his rapidly growing excitement. He burst out with a fair laughter a moment later.

"Ha ha ha." The sound of a genuine laugh expressed by a spirit feeling truly joyous filled the atmosphere of Dimension-4.

The Globe of Light he is engulfed by began to unfold a cloudy white moist-like substance inside. This substance of energy is the soul -The same soul that Bomba had possession of.

Slowly it filled the sphere from below to the top. The gaseous staff inside of it contains a substance that causes sleepiness when inhaled as well as cleansing the sins for purification. Hence it is called the purification process.

As this moist imbued his globe, his eyelids gradually dropped until his eyes were completely shut and he dozed off into a deep sleep state.

Regardless of falling into a slumber, his body remained in complete stillness not falling off a position of a full-lotus posture.

At an instantaneous momentum, the globe shrunk into thin air and out of existence then reappeared in a different place. Completely dozed off and unaware of where he was, Vory's sphere of light levitated up in the sky and perfectly fell in place within a grid of billions of other spheres perfectly parked in columns.

His spirit now rests peacefully in a domain that no spirit has ever seen with their own eyes. Only the government regime has access to it. It is considered the most sacred place ever.

***

Bomba walked down the ragged road leading to his home. His head held down and emotionally scarred by the whole situation, he walked with almost zero attention to his surroundings and the whereabouts of his destination.

Just like all civilians in this place he wore a robe, his is an all-black robe with a red belt. His robe is decorated with white flames rising from the bottom of his robe all the way to the top.

His skin tone is latte and his blond hair long. His body is fairly buff like most of the men in this place.

A few moments later he reached a huge gate that connected a thick enormous wall that surrounded the city.

In front, there are three guards. They are all taller than him and their body armor made them appear almost twice as big.

"Open the gate." One of the guards shouted. A double slit wooden gate is drawn backward splitting in half a sentence of 'City of Demons' carved in its walls.

There was no need for further confirmation as the guard had long seen that he was a citizen.

Any spiritual being only needs vision to tell if one is a demon or a watcher. The energy that runs on the body is visible to the naked eye furthermore demons and watchers carry different energies making it easy to spot which is which.

Bomba walked past the guards in silence with no interest in exchanging formalities. One guard eyes him with obvious distaste.

"Welcome back. You fuckin' pig." The guard said.

He chose not to reply verbally rather he cussed in silence.

After walking past the threshold he halted his feet and stared at the streets with prominent hatred.

His heart sank down a dark hole as he felt like he just walked into a trap of misery. The sound of the gate closing from behind him solidified his hell-bound position.

"Damn this place."

As he stepped forth, his emotions grew dark like the clouds that shrouded the city. The sky was dark and glowed periodically with glares of threatening thunderstorms. It seemed as if it was about to rain at any moment but it never did. Rain and the sun come once in a blue moon around these parts and the weather barely changes.

Distinct chatters are heard as he approaches the streets. Walking along the pedestrian lane to the side of an utterly ruptured tarred road, he is eyeballed by two demons leaning over a building he was passing by. Ignoring them he kept moving forward.

A lanky old demon in a worn-out robe and covered in filth skin walked in his direction, intoxications from the bottle of alcohol he was holding in his hand caused him to walk without balance. His feet tumbled his body in random zig-zag.

The old fellow stopped a few steps away from Bomba. He looked at Bomba with a puzzled face while struggling to stand up straight. His body wavered in random directions as his feet but his eyes stood fixed on Bomba.

He raised his hand and pointed his index finger at him, the hand fluttered as well. The old folk opened his mouth and words clogged and failed to come out, his face became a lot perplexed as Bomba got closer.

"I see you haven't quit drinking yet, Jack." Bomba said as he walked past the greatly aged demon.

The old man turned around as his eyes followed Bomba, his quivering finger followed as well pointed at his back. "You are freakin Bomba." Old man Jack shouted with a raspy voice.

* * *

A bang sound erupts as the bottom of a beer glass hits the counter. "Pour me another," Bomba said to the bartender. The bartender gives him a hard stare for a bit. "I asked for another glass of beer not a fucking staring contest mate."

He has chosen to sit by the counter trying to refrain from being spotted as his essence bears a lot of shame upon it.

The cluttering noise of beer mugs and footsteps approaching from behind forces Bomba to turn his head to the unbothered side so the demon approaching could only make out the back of his head.

"Oy, Josh the bartender. Pour me some fucking alcohol, will ya." The demon said rebelliously slamming three beer mugs on the counter. Bomba grinned discreetly at the sound of his familiar voice.

"Careful, we do not want you breaking them mugs. Aren't we now, Koone?" The bartender said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah mate." His voice unsteady as his motion, he replied with a cranky attitude. He then gazes Bomba's way. With just a glimpse, he can tell that the guy is not a regular.

"Ay, new guy." He called out to Bomba.

But failed to receive a reply, only to find himself regularly glancing at the back of Bomba's head. He got a little annoyed by that, on top of the annoyance that comes with the title of being an evil spirit. "At which part of this cruel world do you come from?" He ignored the filled-up beer mugs pushed close to him from across the counter by the bartender.

Bomba stalled a reply while he mulled over a way to get rid of this guy. This stalling game made Koone even more annoyed.

"Are you deaf or are just stupid? I asked who you are." Just as Bomba had anticipated, he pushed on belligerently.

"Ay Koone. Where is the beer?" A voice coming from the table at the corner of the bar hollered to Koone. He ignores it and continues to gaze at Bomba viciously lame.

Bomba sighs heavily then with ease he turns his head to face the man. "Years later and you are still the same ol' arrogant bastard."

Flabbergasted by his response, Koone froze for a second just to find himself staring at Bomba's face in a terrific riddle. His face seems very familiar but it is hard to place it.

A moment or two later, Koone's face gets filled with bloomers and his eyes widen.

"Bomba, you pesky little devil." Koone shouted. "Hey boys come here and see what I found." He called out to three demons seated at the corner of the bar. Bomba sighed out of frustration at his buzz.

"I thought the same thing as well." The bartender added. "You are freaking Bomba."