Chapter Forty Three: The Stadium

Of course, a lot of pageantry have happened after the great Announcement of the successful empaneling of the Group of Seven, marking the formal beginning of the Prudence Wars. Most of the events will be held in the Stadium of the Dark Masters while most of the elaborate ceremonies were marked with colorful dances and well coordinated shows coming from both sides.

The most outstanding was the presentation of the Potioneers regarding the history of their craft, and it was well-applauded by the historians of art who are present in the ceremonies, the group of experts that regulate the standard of the gala night, and they serve as writers of history, too, as it was unfolding right before the very eyes of the spectators, including most of all the high roller gamblers.

It was the Commissioner of Games who supervised every ceremonies available (as prescribed by the rules), and he made sure that every dance and ritual adds an air of sophistication to add more value to this particular editon of the Prudence Wars. Apart from the question to be selected, it is the total package of the Prudence Wars that makes the competition even more desirable in the value chain from the honorary bets coming from the revered registered roll of gamblers.

As soon as all the glitz and glamor have subsided and has come to an end, the Commissioner of Games was quickly visited by an unlikely guest in his official residence.

"Can I interrupt your moment of solitude in order to be graced by my powerful company?"

The voice was truly arrogant. It was Lucifer the Devil.

"Of course, my Dark Prince. I am already an old man, yet carefully withering. Anybody can become my unlikely acquaintance."

"Is it, really?" Satan replied with sarcasm. "Everybody has different motivations for doing their own thing. It is never for free. What was yours, again? For riches? Glory?"

"Perhaps money. Wealth always speaks of volumes."

Lucifer the Devil was laughing like a madman after hearing the sarcastic remark. He knows exactly what he was talking about, and the rhetoric was very obviously delivered with contempt.

"You are already bound by an involuntary bond, Mr. Commissioner. My wish is always your command."

"That is very true, as well," the Commissioner of Games replied with an indifferent voice. "Everything has been set up to your satisfaction."

"Was it now?" Satan's lips pursed.

"Of course," the Commissioner has replied. "All Sinister Agents for this battle will be petsonally handpicked by you. The force of the steel must come in the precise moment that you wanted it, Dark Prince. You are surely winning in your own game."

"I do not need your unnecessary flattery, lowly servant. We both know that none of your good words were true. You do not mean what you say, isn't it so?"

"Yes."

The voice was stiff. Defiant.

"Then, I will leave your presence for now. You have some serious job to do. And you need to do it with Passion."

After that lost word, Lucifer the Devil vanished, leaving behind an enormous black smoke in his wake.

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