Bendy's POV

    I'm bored of being stuck here in hell, literally. Dad won't let me walk among the mortals till I'm summoned by one.

"Dad just let me go to the surface"

"No! not until you get your first summon"

"Which is highly unlikely"

"Oh, I would say the contrary my son"

   Dad's statement got me confused. As his grin grew larger than the crescent moon. What could he possibly do to say a statement like that?

"Dad, what did you do?"

    My voice was not filled with rage, but was filled with curiosity and excitement.

"Oh nothing much, Just used some of your ink to spread a plague"

"hmm? and what good will it do?"

 Now I'm at the edge of my seat thinking of the possibilities, possibilities of the torture it could do.

"Well think about it, this plague I've scattered  can infect hundreds of people, Slowly killing them while  they scream in pain"

"Ohh~ do tell~ I want to hear all the details~"

And now I'm just drooling, I haven't heard a good scream for months now.

"This plague will slowly take the mortal's ink till they die, And you my son are the only Ink Demon that exist sooo~"

"So, I'm the only one that can cure the disease!"

"And once again you are correct my child "

   My voice was at the pitch of excitement. Even thou my dad gives me the most difficult task in training in all gates of hell, I still love him and now all those years of training finally paid off.

"And  I'm guessing they will come calling for you in a few months time"

"Oh I'm ever so grateful Dad, and what shall we call this decease?"

"I was thinking of calling it the Inkness maybe, what do you think?"

" I love it !!"

"Now go back to training "

"As you wish"

  I did a little bow as I left for training which was battling "Leviathan Prince of Envy"  

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Finally finished with the first chapter, even thou I'm sick and have a splitting head ache
I'll be publishing another Book soon
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Story Quote:

     One man's suffering is another man's pleasure