Chapter 175

Chapter 175
Tyson
Now that they were all here, I was meant to separate them.
“You stand over here.” I pointed to the left, that would be Rah’esh’Kraa’Hraa-Zaimaan’s wards, and the right would go to Slah-hesh’Rrah. “I will not lie to you… You mortals should be fire elementals, roaming the wilds of Volcanus, Flamilious, or the Ring of Fire in the In-between, but because of this man, you are here. Those who are victims, about two thirds of you victimized others in the name of the god who abandoned you, because he is not higher than mine. You all have toiled here, and it is not your station, but I offer at least some salvation. For those I point to, you will go where you belong, and work hard. Learn from your ways, live through what you put others through, and grow as a person. Only when you truly regret, and change, you will be free to go to Repentance City, where there is no torment.”
Justice was served, albeit a little bittersweet.
In many cases, all parties were wrong in some way, which was a little unexpected… I must admit, I kind of hoped to find all of them needing to go up, not be sorted by who killed who, or oppressed what…
They used mortals for ingredients, torturing them for fun, killing other fae as well. I’m not sure if Apolis has a line he draws, but it was clear here. Xaxas already pre-judged them I suppose on reflex since that is his force of nature, but I was here to make sure they went where they were meant to go. 
I got texts from both lords that they enjoyed the ‘gift’ of new sinners, ones with magic. I replied, thanking them for helping keep track of my employees down here. I hadn’t met them yet, but since I’m taking the souls to my 200 acre home, I will tonight. Hopefully I won’t wake them, since it was 10pm Helltime.
“Hurry up!” Giggled a little calico cat demon. She looked almost like the Lord of Gluttony, but Consumpus chuckled.
“Look at Kaighlie go.” He beamed. “That one is my youngest. Only 2 million.”
Holy Fuck ok.
“She’s doing a great job.” I smiled.
All the while, the cats flocked as I separated them on that small morsel of praise, since no one took any effort to do more than what Xaxas ordered. They were plopped here, and were meant to work until they became the very charcoal bricks I bought, but they would be so low quality that they’d only be thrown into the fires.
Xaxas didn’t give a fuck. He was pissed, and they would have withered to nothing here, tossed into the Pit. What I do isn’t glamorous, but at least they have a chance now. Now they can confront their wrongs, and the 1,296 truly innocent can come with me.
It took about three hours to sort them, and put them in their correct Layer. So honestly, Lustros could have come, but I’m also pretty sure Samira wouldn’t have appreciated it. It would age him faster the longer I was here, and I would have likely rushed, worried that I was going to hurt him.
But now, I had the souls in front of me, and they feared what I would do with them. I would set them free.
The rest of you, come with me.” I said casually.
Down here, with a wave of my hand I had the authority to move them around because these didn’t have an X. If I tried saving the others, I’d only make trouble not only for myself, but the innocent people who’d done nothing wrong on the top. 
It would be like letting a lion go in pen with a flock of goats.
All the herders would eviscerate them before reporting me for a Serious crime, one that Would get me court marshalled.
They were evil enough to be marked, but those who had not silently followed me. All I did was want it to appear, and I waved my hand.
The portal was about 12 feet in diameter, a perfectly smooth red circle of magic swirled lazily, revealing a log cabin in the middle of a field….
“Take care young master!” many of the cats waved, and I waved back. It seemed of all the demons I’ve encounter; the cat demons were the least worried of me. They held respect, but not outright reverence to the point of being unsufferable.
As a general, I’m allotted 200 acres, a house, a farm, and a few retainers. Two I believe. I didn’t know what they were growing, or who they were, but I knew that I was getting all the harvest’s income after they received their pay.
The two-story house looked like an old Victorian farmhouse. It was painted white, and the fields were already growing some crops; I think wheat... It hadn’t yet come up too well to tell, but the small stems were long and thin. 
Since everything from the dirt to the vegetables were black, the white house looked almost out of place. The second house was painted blue; it was for the servants. Two former mortals who I hadn’t met yet were out there.
The one with shorter, brown hair sat atop a dark brown scaled beast of burden like I’d seen from afar, while the one with blonde walked in front to guide it. Paul was riding the massive ox bodied lizard, while Franklin pulled it, being the stronger, and taller of the two since he worked out, not because of the work. 
I knew their names, and a little about them at a glance, something that happens much more potently, and much faster Below. They died by Xaxas’s hand, originally being farmers on their home planet. They volunteered to work here for me, since the pay is good, and it’s out the city. Whatever they need, they can order, and it get delivered.
“Woah…” he stopped Strawberry Jam, or ‘Jammy-Hammy’, the beast. “Isn’t that a dude on one of the coins?” Asked Paul.
“Unholy Shit it Is!” Yelled Franklin.
“Wait here.” I instructed the mortals, and they did as they were told.
They screamed when I teleported.
“AH!” Said Paul, a man from Frenchland, while the other was from that same planet, though Franklin was Western Irleenish. 
‘Jammy-Hammy’ was the one doing all the work. I was honestly amused at the nickname they gave her, and I petted her nose to show I wasn’t hostile, but they still freaked out that their boss was here suddenly.
“Your highness!” Exclaimed Franklin.
They both spoke common, which is English for simplicity’s sake. The gods thought it best that the souls have some mortal language to share since they can’t speak demonic, so a random one was picked. It could have just as easily been any language though.
“It’s 10pm Helltime. Why are you working?” I asked with crossed arms. I wasn’t harsh about it.
There are regulations to protect the free. They are to have days off, no more than 40 hours a week, and paid sick leave. They are to have vision, medical, dental, and emergency care insurance, as well as regular access to their doctor if they so choose.