Hell's Actor-Chapter 49: Glorious Purple

Asmodeus’s death had caused online hysteria.

- Did they... did they just kill Asmodeus...?

- Nooooooooooooooooooooo

- Say it ain’t so.

- Why, why would they do that...

- Next Friday can’t come sooner.

- Fuck Satan! Fuck Leviathan! Fuck Mammon!

- I know he was a bad man, but he didn’t deserve to die like that.

- Die Satan!

- So, what happens to Sarah now?

- I did not expect that...

- I’m still shocked.

- Is this a dream?

- I thought someone would die, but I never expected it to be Asmodeus.

- I’m sad.

- I have to wait for a whole week now?

- I had shivers.

- What’s happening? What is going to happen?

The internet was oversaturated with memes and tributes to Asmodeus Binsfeld.

If someone out of the loop were to look at it, they would certainly believe that he was a real person.

In NeRen’s living room, Hee-Young was crying.

"Poor Asmodeus," she kept muttering while Lenny consoled her.

Leaving the girls behind, Ha-Yun and Su-Bin shared a bottle of wine on the balcony.

Looking at the dazzling Seoul, the actress stirred her glass.

"All these years in the industry, and I still get sad because a character I had nothing to do with died."

"It’s depressing. It just reminds me that only one episode is left now," Ha-Yun said. "Feels like I am going back to a mundane life."

Su-Bin chuckled. "What’s mundane about our lives?"

"You know what I mean."

On the surface of the wine, her reflection stirred.

"Yeah, I do." She looked dejected. "It is going to be boring."

***

Yun-Ha Byun was comforting her friends.

"It’s fine," she said. "He is in a good place now."

It was so melodramatic that even Lucifer—who was watching from Hell—couldn’t help but frown in disbelief.

Yun-Ha told her friends to get their heads up.

"There are already trolls online," the short one of the group uttered. "They are laughing at Asmodeus’s death!"

"Must be from that show—whatever it was called."

Yun-Ha snapped her fingers. "An Everlasting Romance, right? Those dirty fans!"

"Ha-Joon Chae’s stupid fanbase must be stoked."

Yun-Ha stood up straight and pumped her fist in the air.

"Alright, get up, girls! We need to fight this evil! We will make them eat dirt! Let’s troll the trolls!"

"You go, girl!"

***

In the morning, an interview was uploaded on the official SilkTube channel of BSPH.

It included the actors of Asmodeus, Satan, Mammon, and Leviathan. They talked about Asmodeus’s death scene and how they filmed it.

How many takes were taken?

What was going on through your heads?

What tricks did you have to use?

Such questions were asked.

It was a good video.

But in the comments section, thousands of curse words and profanities were directed at everyone but Asmodeus.

Everyone else was evil, but Asmodeus could do no wrong.

"They really hate them." Averie whistled. "Was Asmodeus always this loved?"

Hyerin read some of the comments.

"People are invested, so they don’t understand what they are doing." She took out her phone. "We should post something from your account to stop them."

"Nah."

"What do you mean ’Nah’?"

"Nah."

She clicked her tongue. "They are your colleagues; you should be more passionate."

"Nah."

Hyerin narrowed her eyes. "Say that again and I will beat you with a ladle."

Averie did not say anything for a while.

***

"North Seoul Plaza."

It was evening, and Averie was in a taxi.

Usually, Hyerin wouldn’t be more than two feet away from him. But today, Averie was alone.

Tired of being cooped up, he had left his house while Hyerin was taking care of important business.

Of course, he had not informed her about his planned escapades.

It was a special day.

He was going to buy underwear.

’Sticks and stones may break my bones, but briefs with holes are not good for sex scenes.’

Indeed, the good man only had two pairs of briefs that were not torn here and there.

While filming for BSPH, he would alternate them, washing the used ones every night after filming.

He had barely managed not to embarrass himself in front of the crew while filming half-naked scenes.

Asmodeus Binsfeld would never have worn torn clothing. It was tricky as Averie couldn’t possibly ask the costume team to borrow underwear.

As the car picked up speed, Averie glanced at the cab driver.

’He doesn’t recognize me.’

He was afraid of being swarmed.

’That Rin, she worries too much.’

"Hey man," the taxi driver called.

"Yes?"

"What kind of douchebag wears sunglasses inside a cab while it’s cloudy outside?"

Averie was baffled. ’Who the—’

"I know you think you look cool and dashing," — The young taxi driver played with his skull earring — "but everyone—especially the girls—think you are creepy and unlikable."

"Who the fuck asked you?"

He put up his hands in surrender. "Just saying, man."

Averie clicked his tongue.

He was getting more and more angry these days.

At first, he thought it was his fault. But seeing the way people around him behaved, he concluded his reactions were natural.

It’s not like he liked wearing sunglasses. He was wearing them because Hyerin had instructed him not to go out in public without them.

She was very adamant about it.

’She did say something about hats and masks... Is that what it is? Would that getup have been less conspicuous?’

"We are here."

Averie paid the taxi driver and got out of the cab.

"No tip?"

"Here’s your tip."

Averie flipped him off.

Muttering "Some people are just uncultured," the young man sped off.

North Seoul Plaza was the name of a popular shopping mall in the north of Seoul.

Averie was looking around the first floor.

He found a few people staring at him.

’These glasses are attracting attention, huh? Do I really look like a douchebag?’

Averie was fine with looking like an asshole, but douchebag was a step too far.

He didn’t know the difference before his transmigration. The internet had ruined him.

Smoothly, he took off his glasses and sauntered towards a line of clothing stores.

He was not aware at the time, but he was attracting far more attention than he did before.

***

Hyerin was at a restaurant.

She had just successfully concluded a meeting with the producer of NeRen’s Chilled Dessert.

"Averie should have been here himself." She picked up her phone. "Well, at least, it went well."

She asked the waitress to pack some pancakes to go while humming the tune of Sinner.

"Oh, Sinner No More has hit the charts..."

Sinner No More was the original song that played at the end of the last episode.

Hyerin was humming joyfully when an article caught her eye.

’[NonsensicalSense] Only a day after his death, Asmodeus Binsfeld seen buying hot underwear. What color, you ask?’

The article referenced a post on Delfa.

It was a picture of a man in an undergarment store. He had a grim expression on his face as he read the back of a box of briefs.

The post read:

’If The Thinker had a box of briefs in his hands, would he look like Averie Quinn Auclair?’

Hyerin put down the phone. It was bad for her mental health.

She pretended that everything was fine and Averie was at home, waiting for her to bring back his favorite pancakes.

’Yes, Averie needs his pancakes. He must be waiting for me to bring them.’

But unfortunately, she was too good of a friend.

The poor girl rushed out of the restaurant while shedding tears.

There was no rest for the kind-hearted.

***

As more and more people found out about the sighting of Averie through social media, he suddenly found himself shopping for underwear while being stared at, taken photos of, and recorded through the glass walls of the store.

Men and women of all ages were there.

High schoolers, college students, housewives, office employees, single mothers—every sad variant of human being watched him curiously.

Some people were placing bets on what he would buy, while others took notes of his preferences.

It was chaos out there, and the store employees were barely able to hold the doors closed.

"Hey, man," one of the ladies outside called. "I just want to buy some undies. Let me in."

It was a men’s store, so no one was going to believe her.

"It’s for my husband."

Weirdly enough, that was more believable. Wives often did do underwear shopping for their husbands.

But still, she was not let in.

’You are lying, lady. Who in their right mind would want to shop for underwear while hundreds are watching?’

He was doing the exact same thing.

Averie prepared himself for a long autograph session.

But something caught his eye. Through the masses, he saw his savior making way.

Hyerin was rushing towards him, accompanied by the mall’s security guards.

She almost looked like a general leading her troops to battle.

The employees let them through.

Averie almost shed a tear seeing his friend’s valiant figure coming to his rescue.

He wanted to embrace and lift her up like a child, but the glare that she returned contained venom.

She was not amused, and Averie knew he was overdue a long lecture.

Silently, she beckoned him to follow her as the security guards prepared themselves to escort the reckless celebrity to safety.

Averie knew he shouldn’t, but still, he uttered, "Wait."

With a grim face, he shook the box of underwear in his hand. "I need purple briefs. Black don’t do it for me."

What that meant no one understood.

In awe, the guards watched as the dauntless celebrity gallantly bought two pairs of underwear while hundreds watched with tears in their eyes.

Truly, purple undies were glorious.

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