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There wasn’t much to do in the Overworld map, even with all the various places scattered around the map. Buer was currently sitting at Ticket Lake, the map currently flipped upside down, and Buer in his non-file demon form. For whoever was currently playing the game - good luck to them - they would just have it look vertically upside down on the machine’s screen, for Buer, he was sitting upside down. The ground and sky had flipped places, and gravity acted strangely like this. He glanced over, watching a distant building crumble a little. It was where Beelzebub resided, protecting his own core file. Buer sighed, envious, glancing away.
He watched the waves of the lake flip upside down, like you would if you were watching the waves under water. Granted, everything was just black and white, so it wasn’t as nice to watch.
He heard footsteps behind himself, and he turned.
“Disaster is upon us,” Baphomet spoke, sitting down beside Buer. Buer watched them for a moment. Even when sitting, Baphomet was at least twice Buer’s height. And that was excluding the two pairs of horns that pierced through their skull.
“They’ve only gotten through Azazel. Nothing’s set in stone,” Buer sighed, giving a small shrug. Even if Baphomet had infinite knowledge, and the ability to glance into the future, Buer didn’t want to think of what would happen if the game was deleted. With him in it, no less.
“Beelzebub is destined to fall. Asmodeus is destined to fall. Then He will have his victory, and Lucifer will be powerless to stop it,” Baphomet informed, watching the lake as it glitched a little. They dipped their hand into the lake, watching as their hand virtually disappeared under the inky black water. “This game was doomed the moment Theodore woke up.”
Buer looked away from him, before dryly laughing. “At least Asmodeus will die.”
“But at what cost?” Baphomet sighed. “...Lucifer will not take you with him when he makes his escape. But I need not tell you this. You already know, don’t you?”
Buer was silent for a few minutes, watching Baphomet’s hand in the water. Baphomet pulled their hand out, their hand completely dry. “...At least I can go down knowing I’m not the only one,” Buer mumbled.
“...This does not pain you. It causes you no grief.” Baphomet didn’t question it. They were stating a fact.
“What about it?”
“You made acceptance with your eventual downfall long ago. You made peace with it.”
Buer shrugged, but nodded anyways. “I’ve been fine with it for a while now. If Asmodeus hears my name, and knows I’m gonna outlive him, that’s enough.”
“You don’t get to personally enact revenge.”
“Won’t make a difference when I’m gone.”
“...Hm.” Baphomet stared off into the distance. “...Beelzebub is already losing. It won’t be long now.”
“Is Lucifer gonna take you with him?” Buer asked, changing the subject. Baphomet paused, glancing at him. “He’s taking you with him, right? Because once the core files are all gone, no one but you will be any use to him.”
“...He will. Yes.” Baphomet kept their gaze on the tower. “Azazel, Beelzebub, Asmodeus - They were only for security. You were a…temporary solution. I provide knowledge. I take glances into the future. It saves him the time, power, and energy if I do it as opposed to him. He will find new daemons.”
“Good luck with him, then.”
Baphomet nodded. The world glitched again as the tower began to fall. “I’m sorry he never cared for you.”
“I’m not.”
“I see.”
“How long ‘til Asmodeus is gone.”
“If I am correct…Three-hundred thirty-one years.”
“Huh. And where will you be?”
“On whatever map Lucifer creates next.”
“And what about me?”
“You’ll stay here, in the remains of the overworld map. Waiting.”
“And what will-”
“We are out of time.”
The map quickly switched to pure black, leaving nothing but the destroyed tower.
“I will see you soon,” Baphomet assured, standing up. Buer stayed where he was, nodding.
“Yeah. See you.”
Within moments, Baphomet was gone.
And Buer stayed where he was. He closed his eyes, leaving himself to rest. Better than sitting here in boredom for the next three hundred or so years. But he promised himself one thing, and one thing only.
Buer was going to make sure he could watch the downfall of Asmodeus.