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''Note: This is a short story revealing an unknown fact that no one has even questioned about. Until now.''

Content. That was the only way to describe the world. No one was troubled or troubled, war was eradicated and society focused on more important elements in life, like discoveries in science and mathematics. Citizens all around the world were healthy and merry. The government's that helped with solving the world's problems were full of intellectuals and fair human beings. Nothing could go wrong, and that's why a new and unnoticed problem sprung up. Satan Venomania.

"Sir, I have a question." It was an average day in hell, Satan was relaxing on his prized recliner while being spoken to by one of the officials he appointed years ago to help him make decisions. He was scarfing down meal after meal, more and more being brought in by servants- or rather, slaves. Satan's youthful appearance was coated with a blanket of bliss from the pleasurable tastes, distracting him from the question his official asked. "Excuse me, I have a question." The official replied, becoming impatient. He had long white hair and a grey tinted suit. A few more times of asking the same question finally caught the hellmaster's attention. He set down the ham he had been munching on, followed by a sigh. "Oh what is it, Mephisto..." Satan groaned, immature as ever. "I have been wondering about a fact that you should think about more. You have no heir to your throne if you were to pass away!" Mephisto replied, his heart beginning to skip around in his chest, as he did not want to unplease the higher ranked man he was speaking with. The answer that came from Satan was as unexpected as him responding to the question. "You are correct." Satan exclaimed, suddenly becoming serious. "Mephisto, how do I seduce woman into liking me?" The official's anxious expression changed into something more satisfied. "Oh where do I begin..." he chuckled in a low voice.

The moon dazzled and showed itself off in the darkened sky over the sleeping streets of Acere. It was an isolated town outside of Tokyo, Japan, with only a few hundred inhabitants. It was suburban in a way, though it had rural touches all over. Advanced technology like cellphones or television weren't used at all, for it disobeyed the town's own strict religious rules. The roads were made out of cobblestone, some seeming worn from the chariots that had strolled down it each day. Houses and other structures lined the outer area of the roads, all medieval in a sense with wood thatched roofs and easily built stone or oak walls. The only sound that could be heard was the frantic footsteps echoing through the town. It was a woman with dark brown hair and light hazel eyes, panting as she reached her home. It was abnormal in the town for anyone to work late all the way to midnight, but this lady had something else on her mind. Yes, she had been working past her time to leave, but she was being followed. Fear was biting into her mind and not letting go, draining each piece of courage she had left. Her eyes seemed to glisten as she stared at her door with satisfaction. With newly restored pride intact, she let out a sigh in relief. But right before she could finally feel safe for sure, a hand was placed on her shoulder. A scream almost escaped from her lips, but was quickly concealed by another hand. As though all her actions would be interrupted, she stopped moving entirely. "P-Please don't hurt me..." she tried to say through her covered mouth. "Now why would I do that..." a voice chuckled. "Tell me your name." The woman didn't want to answer at first, but then assumed whoever it was wouldn't be hostile if she answered. "I'm Amy, who are you?" A cackle rose into the sky as the man answered.

"Call me Mr. Venomania."

To be continued. 