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Overlord Intro Part 1: The Hanged Man XVII

Loona's face was incredulous. Still, she took your hand in hers.

"I'll have to see this for myself. And I still don't like that you want to do this."

She shook your hand, but nothing happened. That was fine. You knew in your heart that you were going to do it anyway.

"I still have to craft the perfect deal," you said. "It could take me days, weeks, even years. But I will create it, Loona. I'll change Hell."

It did take you a long time. Nonstop thinking in the moments of time between calls for sinner clients. When you were at home, developing your cooking skills to make your quality of life in Hell just a bit better, you thought of ways to make a deal. Little by little, you chipped away at the stone that would hold your Michelangelo. You started by trying to think back to why you had originally wanted to join I.M.P., back at BarkBucks. (Christ on a stick, that name was condescending) You had talked to two deplorable sinners; one who had died of a heart attack, the other from a falling dresser.

You had talked to them because you had overheard their conversation about I.M.P. Why? That memory took a few days to come back to you. It was a gradual return. You almost didn't notice when you remembered the actual reason, and you had to double-back on your thoughts, before a surge of joy ran through you. You remembered when you were on a call with a potential client.

You had wanted to join I.M.P. because of the sinner clients! The clients that were new to Hell, and wanted revenge as soon as possible. This meant that there was a very real possibility that they hadn't sold their souls yet. Though, you had met some pretty shitty sinners working as the receptionist. They would be hard to convince, as they had already seen the horrors of Hell. It was at least something to work with...You thought harder, and realized you could actually refine this idea, now that you knew how I.M.P. actually worked, being a wolf on the inside. Ugh.

I.M.P. functioned because Loona, being a Hellhound, was able to simply sniff a name, and through some unknown Hellish means, track their scent to the mortal world. It was also possible this was why she had been able to track Octavia to L.A., without having seen the portal itself. You couldn't prove that latter point, and it could end up being that it didn't function the same with actual demons. However, this meant that there was a chance that if a name was smelled, you could track a newly murdered victim of I.M.P. to Hell, if they did in fact end up down here. You'd be practically guaranteed to find a sinner who hadn't sold their soul.

You could take advantage of this, harvesting new souls as they came to Hell. If you played this right, it had the potential to make you an Overlord at record speed! There were still some hiccups, of course. You had no idea where sinners ended up when they first arrived in Hell. When you had arrived in Hell, you were at the outskirts of Imp city, and all alone. You doubted new dead people always ended up there, otherwise you would've run into somebody sooner on your first day. It was also possible that new sinners could end up in an Overlord's territory, and it would be dangerous to seek them out there. Not to mention you still didn't have the makings of a deal!

You spent the next few days gathering questions, and raising potential issues to yourself. Not to answer or solve them yet, but to simply to know what problems you had to deal with. It was possible that multiple problems had the same solution, and you wanted to be as efficient and safe as possible. Becoming an Overlord was probably the most dangerous thing you could do, besides face exterminations or Demon Royalty head on. These were the issues you found to be at hand:

1. You weren't really a Hellhound, so you might not have the tracking ability required to find sinners. It's possible you would need another Hellhound's help. Loona wouldn't want to, given her feelings about helping you. Maybe she had some Hellhound friends that would?