Meanwhile, in another side of the mansion, Rudeth found himself going deeper somewhere, dragged by the servant. One thing he was sure of, the way he was led to wouldn’t take him back to the party. Realizing something was amiss, he tried to get away from that servant, without arising suspicion.
“Uh oh, my bowel!” hissed Rudeth, trying to unleash the actor within him.“What’s wrong, Sir?” asked the servant, genuinely concerned. A hidden grin slid across Rudeth’s smile to find out that he still had it in him.“I, I need to get back to the loo...” pleaded Rudeth with watery eyes. “Don’t worry, just leave me be. I will find my own way as soon as I finished.”Rudeth didn’t know what gave him away, but the servant was quick to see through his ruse. But he decided to play along, without the slightest intention to let Rudeth get away from him.“Please don’t mind me, Sir! I will take you there and wait until you are done!” offered the servant.While everyone was busy looking for him, Devon was getting overwhelmed as Gesta and Verix ganged up on him. The advantageous situation that he once had had turned against him, as his mission was updated.[NEW MISSION][DEFEAT GESTA AND VERIX][REWARD: 1000 DC][PENALTY: WHAT ELSE LOL]“What seems to be the problem, Devon?” asked Gesta. “I had a hunch that you’re coming my way for petty things like vengeance or something, am I not mistaken?”“If that’s the case, then what are you doing lying around there?” continued Gesta. “Or perhaps you are more interested to have a sweet reunion with your family?”Devon’s blood boiled when he heard his family was brought into discussion. He quickly got up, ignoring completely the pain shrouding his entire physique.“You talk big for a spoiled brat who couldn’t do anything by yourself, Gesta!” responded Devon, still trying to maintain his emotion level all the while launching the counter provocation.“Hmph, I will make you take back those words and h
As the closest person to Devon when he underwent that transformation, it wasn’t an exaggeration to think that Gesta was a goner. Even he himself thought so. That was why when he realized he was still alive, he was astonished.“Young Master, I hope you’re not missing anything,”Gesta looked up to see Verix who still remained alert to the threat in front of them. It turned out that it was Verix who promptly came to his rescue, at the cost of his back.“And I hope this won’t get into your head! Remember that this is merely part of your job, so don’t expect anything in return!” scoffed Gesta without any shred of empathy.“I am well aware of that,” responded Verix sternly before he dragged his young master again to avoid the charging of Devon. But apparently it was unnecessary for him to do so, as midway through, Devon was slammed to the ground.“You’re not going anywhere!” stated Rudeth, who casted a spell that controlled the vines to entangl
lGesta stood in front of his father, Conrad, with Verix at his side. Conrad's expression was unreadable, and Gesta felt a knot forming in his stomach. He had just revealed to his father that the monster they had fought was none other than Devon, the man they had believed to be dead.Conrad’s eyes narrowed as he processed the information. “Are you sure it was him?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.Gesta nodded firmly. “I saw him with my own eyes, Father. It was definitely Devon.”Conrad’s face grew even darker. “I had ordered my men to finish him off. How could he still be alive?”“Uh, don’t you realize the men you sent never made it back, Sir?” reminded Verix. “There hadn’t been any news coming as well and you decided to shrug it off as self-claimed victory.”Conrad glared at his son’s bodyguard for uttering such insolent remark. Verix gasped when he realized that he had irritated Conrad’s pride. The ground was the only thing he could gaze for now.All of a sudden, Conrad’s expr
Now it was only Verix and his master remaining. Conrad let out a defeated sigh, pacing back to his desk, sitting in his high-backed chair, his face obscured by the shadow cast by the flickering flames of the fireplace.“Tell me, Verix. Was I too hard on him?” asked Conrad out of the blue.“I’m afraid I have no say to that, Sir. That is your family matter, and a common outsider like me had nothing to voice regarding that,” responded Verix out of fear for being thwacked again.“Hmph, it’s good that you learned your place and your lesson,” grinned Conrad amused.A slight pause filled the gap afterwards, leaving silence between the master and the guard for them to savor.After a few moments of silence, Conrad spoke, his voice low and measured. “I had such a high hope for him, my cherished boy, my only son, the apple of my eyes.”“But apparently all the affections and warmth I offered him only plunged him deeper into uselessness. He g
The night was dark and cold, and the sound of the flames echoed through the night sky. The Wenovitch mansion was on fire, and it seemed that there was no hope left for anyone who was trapped inside. Amongst the chaos, Hoxha braved through the fire and smoke, with only one goal in mind: to save Gesta who lost his consciousness due to the impact he received from the explosion.Hoxha had been working for the Wenovitch family for several years, and Gesta had always been his favorite among other members of the clan. He knew that escaping this inferno would have been a lot easier if he had done it alone, but he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Gesta to die.As Hoxha opened the basement door, he saw that the fire was spreading rapidly, and the flames were consuming everything in their path. He knew that he had to act fast if he wanted to save Gesta. Hoxha took a deep breath and ran towards the mansion, ignoring the heat and smoke that threatened to suffocate him.Though his determination
Hoxha found Conrad in his study, staring at the map of the region with a fierce expression on his face. The room was silent except for the sound of Conrad's heavy breathing. Hoxha cleared his throat, and Conrad looked up at him, his eyes narrowing.“What is it, Hoxha?” asked Conrad with a cold and clipped voice.“I am here to report the incident at the mansion,” began Hoxha, stepping forward. “Gesta was nearly killed, and we barely managed to save him. The mansion was burned, but thankfully a good portion of it remains intact.”Conrad’s eyes flashed with anger. “What did you say? How could that happen?”Hoxha took a deep breath. “It was Devon. He was the one behind all of this. On top of endangering Gesta’s life, he was also responsible for disrupting the ritual. The arson was also the fruit of his effort.”“We tried to capture him, but alas he got away,” added Hoxha.Conrad slammed his fist on the table, making the maps jump. “I
Conrad was pacing back and forth in his room, his anger and frustration brewing within him. He grew more anxious with each passing second of waiting for the news from his troops.He sighed, sitting down at his desk and pulling out his notes he had been writing for years about Devon. He had been keeping detailed records on the boy ever since he had found out about his unique characteristics. Devon was born on a Kliwon midnight, a special time held in high regard in demonic almanac, thus blessing his body to house multiple demons within him.“Restless, aren’t you?” whispered a rough voice in the back of Conrad’s mind.“Don’t talk to me unless you come with a solution, Buto,” replied Conrad, addressing that voice like an old friend.“Hey, I’m just being empathetic,” eluded Buto with a sneer. “You know I always have your back. Remember when I showed you the way to immortality that you’ve been obsessing over?”Buto’s words threw Conrad to a blast from the past. He remembered how he was mul
It didn’t take long for Conrad to have his next plan executed. Gathering his most trusted men, he issued the order to hunt down Devo at all costs. Under his supervision, a small elite troop was already gathering on the yard of the mansion.“Gaston, I already gave you the general overview of the mission,” told Conrad, ready to head back into the mansion. “It should be a piece of cake for you, providing that your target is only a teenager without any combat experience nor martial background.“Indeed, Master Conrad. I shall not fail your expectation!” promised Gaston. After that, he headed back to his men to brief them about their task.“Soldiers! We have gathered here to undertake a mission entrusted by Sir Conrad himself!” shouted Gaston in an attempt to rally the morale of his troops. “Our objective this time is to secure a runaway teenager named Devon! It’s an easy mission, but a tedious one as we need to catch him alive!”After that briefing, Ga