The village in the outskirt part of Ettalia town was busy, bustling with life and vigorous activities of the villagers. It was nothing to wonder about, because during this time everybody was focused on reaping what they sowed. Yes, it was harvest time, a moment that was celebrated by the residents with a relieved and joyful expressions. Though the lands they worked on was not theirs to begin with, at least they already secured the food stocks and supplies for the upcoming season. They wouldn’t have to worry about what to eat in the winter, as the landlord would give them their share of collecting the crops in his behalf.Devon’s family was also a part of that annual event. Together they tirelessly gathered the fruits and vegetables which grew so abundantly this year.“Brother, look! This pumpkin is very big! Even bigger than all other pumpkins around!” shouted a young girl to Devon. “With this, I can eat pumpkin soup everyday like I always dream of!”“Hahaha! You’re right, Vinette! Th

Hoxha ordered the two men who had been holding Devon's body to drag him to the corner of the room where the water faucet was.One of the men filled a wooden bucket with a rusty handle with water to the brim. Meanwhile, another man stripped Devon of his clothes so that the teenager's body was naked.Hoxha studied the scars and bruises on the teenager's body while shaking his head. He was still not willing if his Young Master made a sacrifice that was not maximal on the night of his initiation.The splash of a bucket of cold water on his innocent body sent Devon back to reality. The horrific scene of the massacre committed against his entire family flashed through his head again.Devon screamed and struggled violently when the waves of reality hit him again until the burly man who was bathing him was forced to hold the emaciated teenager's body with his knees to stop Devon from struggling."Calm down, Kid. Just surrender and all your suffering will end," said Hoxha in a soft voice as he

Devon obtained a new task to burn down the mansion. This was a new thing for him. He was no arsonist. While wondering where to start and how to do it, his doubt was read by Lucifer.“Yo cherry boy, what stopped you from taking this mission? Don’t tell me you chickened out on us now,” Lucifer showed why he was the demon of pride. His ego wouldn’t take no for an answer, especially from some random mortal child.“Shut the hell up, let me take a breather. I was still thinking on how to efficiently accomplish this mission. In the meantime, I need you to keep your hole closed, all right?” replied Devon nervously. Devon also has an ego, and his ego didn’t allow him to take insults lightly.“There you go, boy! Let your anger and rage build up! That’s the way!” cheered Satan loudly from the back. The demon of wrath knew for sure that fury makes human easier to manipulate.“Close your eyes for a bit and recall how they murdered your family like a livestock! They stabbed your father like a satay

Thanks to Baldur’s heroic sacrifice, Francesca and Devon successfully shook their pursuers off their tails. They started to slow down their pace, thanks to the fatigue that started to take its toll on their bodies.“Phew, I think we will be okay at the moment. We made quite a distance to cover,” concluded Devon, still carrying Francesca on his back. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been quiet for a while now,”Francesca still said nothing. Her eyes were empty as if there was nothing in her mind.“Brat, you’re such an airhead! I casted my personal spell back then to her, that’s why she showed no resistance, giving you easier time to drag her along with you,” said Belphegor.“Ah, so the thing that you mumbled back then was a spell! I thought you got nervous and stuttered,” responded Devon innocently, which sounded like insults to Belphegor’s ears.Belphegor was about to retort, but stopped midway by Satan.“Enough blabbering, save your energy!” ordered Satan harshly. “Get some place to take s

Francesca carried Devon on her shoulder, entering the dark forest. Although her body was a little bit smaller than Devon, Francesca still managed to carry Devon away to safety, leaving the decimated village behind them. She was hurt too, but that didn’t stop her pace.“Huff, now I start to question my decision. Why didn’t I leave him behind? He only gave me nothing but trouble since the first time he came to my life!” regretted Francesca.She kept dragging Devon who lost consciousness while still being alert to the surroundings. Sure, she wouldn’t have to worry about her pursuers anymore, but the night in the forest would pose a trouble if taken lightly. As a huntress, she knew that fact too well.“Ugh, I can’t keep going on like this. Not with my wounded condition,” concluded Francesca. She was carrying Devon on her right shoulder which was not injured, but she started to feel numb due to the long duration her shoulder exposed to burden.Luckily, she located another cave within her s