"That's your wife over there, you know."
In the dead-center of the room, I saw him. Standing confidently. Proudly. A tall, sleek figure. He was dressed in a sweatshirt, a blue beanie on his head. A hobo of some kind, for lack of a better word. I couldn't see his eyes, though. And he was smiling.
Oh, that smile.
Nobody else seemed to notice or react to him, though. Nobody even so much as glanced in his direction.
"W-Who's that...?" I asked.
"They can't see me, Edwam. But really, calm down. It's just little ol' me."
"Who are you?"
"After all that remembering, to forget it all so soon... And to have me now to make my interlude and make you remember... It's frankly a bit embarrassing. I'm not sure for who, though..."
"Who ARE you?" I demanded. But I remembered the voice. It was the same one from the nightmare.
In a single flash of clarity, I knew.
"My name..." he began. "Is Badplalopious. I am the God of this world. I made", he gestured to his surroundings, "all of this. I put all of you in here, my precious figurines to play this game. Another special game. You are one of my main characters. And so is 'Mizuki'. And so is 'Haru'. It's a shame you don't remember them. You really should. I went through so much effort to put the three of you in here..."
"I don't understand. I don't understand!"
"Then let me give you at least one of the answers."
He pointed to Mizuki. "That's your wife. Or, well, was your wife. Before you made a deal with me, once, long ago."
"Wh-What deal...?" I asked. "I don't understand."
He seemed to ignore the question. "Her name was Yukina. It's a shame -- I don't recall what she looked like in the 'before' time. Medoline - or, rather - Haru now, on the other hand, I do. Since... well, she hasn't exactly changed that face of hers."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Well," he chuckled, "when someone makes a deal with me, I give them a choice. As my pawn, you can either:
A) Keep your first name. That was what you chose.
B) Keep your personality. Which was what Yukina chose.
and C) Keep your apperance. Which was what Medoline's pick.
How lucky of me, you three all showed up on my doorstep and all three chose for something else. Variation! That's where it's at!"
"I don't get it. I DON'T GET IT, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" I screamed.
...But my answer never came. Because he was gone.
I shook, unsure of what to do next.
I looked around. Nobody in sight but the people I'd walked in with. There was Mizuki... or was it Yukina?
Had it all been... a hallucination?
"I'm... I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." I said. To nobody in particular. "A-Another painting... Another statue... The person in the painting has a goat's head. Could be Satan, I suppose. And where there's Satan, there's Hell. And where there's Hell..." I took a few steps forward into the room, catching a glimpse of the statue in the northwest corner of the room. "...How did the riddle go, again? That one line?
Finally, he decides; will I fall down to Hades below?
...If that's Hell in that painting, this room could have something to do with it."
How fitting would it have been?
To meet the Devil in the Devil's Room?