Tempus' Topia

Tempus was back in the future. Back in a cell, tried for his time crimes. Fortunately, Utopia were evolved beyond the **** penalty. So he was imprisoned for life. Under maximum security, including an anti-chronoton field to prevent time travel for a hundred miles around him. No way out.

Or so they thought.

They made the mistake of giving him books. In hope to help with his rehabilitation. They didn't notice the occult tomes he had found. Which caused him to use the only method left to him... magic.

Which was why he was in hell with a demon before him. He told him, 'I want to sell my soul."

"In exchange for what, Tempus? Your soul is already coming down here. You know that." said the demon, who looked like a ordinary man in a red suit.

"I don't mind. Hell sounds like fun, even if I'm tortured. It has to be better then paradise. I want to destroy the utopia Kent and Lane created. I would love a distopia! I would love just a topia. I even just take a different utopia just to see if it can change. I just can't stand another minute here and I want **** on those two in any way possible." was the future sociopath's rant on the condition.

"Fortunately for you, it won't cost your soul. Truth is... your soul is the only one we are likely to get in the near future. Paradise has cause a decline in population in hell. Hopefully, if we help you we can some new blood down here. So we are willing to help. Teleporting you anywhere and anywhen in the timeline. Getting you technology, magic, information, whatever. As long as you do what you want most. Chaos, wickedness, destruction, ****." spoke the devil as he held out his hand.

"A mutual win-win for both of us... Deal!" said Tempus as he shook the hand and vanished into the past.