The Ultimate Host

Hendrix stared deeply into The Chameleon's eyes. This time he knew he meant business. Hendrix scoffed. " I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline your offer. The Chameleon's eyes turned to their regular color. He popped his eyes out of his head and asked: Why?" Hendrix folded his arms. " Why?" Tch." " I'll tell you why." I don't want to get mixed up between your or the fiery depths of hell." I don't want to be one of those fools who trusted you and things didn't go good for them." They end up getting themselves killed in the process of being s.u.c.k.e.d and tortured in hell for all eternity." I'm a leader." Not a follower." F.u.c.k you and your offer." I'm The Industrial King of The Industrial Elven Empire." This world will be mine till the day I drop dead." And that's not going to happen any time soon." The Chameleon started nodding his head. " I see where you're coming from." But still." You won't want me on your side?" Hendrix s.u.c.k.e.d his teeth. " Don't you get it already?" No!" What are you stupid or slow?" The Chameleon was growing angry. But he had the ability to control his angry in situations like the one he was currently in. He grounded his razor-sharp teeth together. His eyes turned back to the color black. His voice deepened. " This is your last chance." I won't ask you again."

Hendrix scoffed. F.u.c.k you." I am saying the same thing I said a few seconds ago." No." Now get the f.u.c.k out of the way before I throw you off this cliff." The Chameleon started nodding. The Chameleon stepped out of the way and bowed. " Yes, your majesty." Hendrix rolled his eyes. Good!" When Hendrix was about to leave, The Chameleon stopped him. " Wait a minute." I have one more thing to tell you." What?!" As soon as Hendrix turned around The Chameleon lunged towards him, tackling him to the ground. He couldn't overpower The Chameleon. The Chameleon tilted his head back and made his already sharp teeth sharper. He bit Hendrix on his neck. This was his way of giving his client's a piece of his power. As the process began, Hendrix started fluttering like a fish. The Chameleon jumped back and gargled Hendrix's blood in his mouth before spitting out on the ground. " F.u.c.k, that's disgusting!" Tastes like old shoe polish!" Hendrix went into the prime of his life. His long white hair turned to gold. His long beard turned into a golden goatee. His weight and height went drastically down. He was now 6'3. His eyes also turned gold. A demonic sigil formed on his neck.​ ​

His fingernails turned to long claws. Hendrix stood on his feet. His wound disappeared. He stared his hands and noticed they weren't wrinkly. He also no longer had any of his horrible scars. Are you serious?" This can't be real." This has to be a dream." The Chameleon giggled. " Oh, this is very real. Hendrix started laughing. Suddnely golden wings made of actual gold sprouted out of his back. Now we can get down to the real business." We've got a lot of work to do."