Hoxha and Wilhelmina sat in a dimly lit room, their faces etched with concern. The atmosphere was tense, and Hoxha was the first to break the silence.“We have to do something, Wilma. We can’t let Gesta continue down this path of degeneracy. We need to establish him as the sole successor to Conrad, and we need to start doing it now,” Hoxha said.“I agree, Hoxha. That’s why I was always supervising him on his study and training,” replied Wilhelmina. “Wait, my son is not a degenerate! What are you talking about?”Hoxha sighed. To be honest, he didn’t want to spill this information to Wilhelmina. Any mother would be disheartened to hear that his beloved son spending time in an immoral place such as a brothel.“It’s no surprise that you have no idea about this,” narrated Hoxha. “Even I refused to believe at first, but there has been rumors circulating around that someone was seen sneaking out of this mansion, almost every night.”Wilhelmina s
The following morning, Wilhelmina woke up to find that she was already alone on the bed. Her memory of last night was fuzzy, but her entire body remembered the experience. Slowly she descended from her bed to wash herself.“Hmph, that old fart didn’t even say goodbye after he had his way with me,” grunted Wilhelmina as she was drying her own body. After dressing up, she went out to head for the dining hall.“Good morning, my lady!”A pleasant greeting welcomed her as soon as she set her foot inside. It was Hoxha, already returned to his default persona of a wise old man of the mansion.“Good morning, Hoxha. I hope you had a good night’s sleep,” teased Wilhelmina, taking a seat in one of the chairs. A maid promptly came to her service, pouring her a glass of water.“Most certainly, Madam. Thanks to you,” retorted the geezer. “By that, I’m talking about your insight, leading our supporting branch families to come aiding us in this age of turmoil.”The lady tried to contain her smile to
Wilhelmina and Hoxha had been working hard to ensure Gesta's success as the sole heir of Conrad. After the successful ritual, they had hired Stradam as Gesta's mentor to help him master his new demonic power. Stradam was an experienced demon hunter and he had the knowledge and skills to teach Gesta how to control and use his new abilities.“Psst, Hoxha! Are you sure he used to be a demon hunter?” doubted Wilhelmina when Stradam appeared for the first time in front of them. “He looks more like a lazy bum to me!”“I could hear you, Madam!” retorted Stradam. “And indeed I am lazy, you got me on that. But I am no longer a bum now, since you hired me, that is! Haha!”Wilhelmina smiled wryly to cover up her embarassment. But mixed with it, she also felt that this tutor was kind of looking down on her. Dressed poorly, with tattered rags that he called clothes, and God knew when did the last time this chap touch any clean water.“He may look like this, bu
Inside Gesta’s mind, he is surrounded in a pitch-black dimension without any end in sight. Despite how horrifying the eternal black should be, somehow Gesta feels like he belongs there and thus he is able to keep his composure.“Hello there, young one. It’s been quite a while since myself have been summoned forth by mortals.”Suddenly a voice echoes from somewhere deep in the dark. Gesta looked around and his gaze stops at the figure that stands out from the darkness. Gesta’s eyes widened as he saw the figure in front of him, since he would never expect to see the figure is no one but himself, albeit the reflection is showing expression that is different from what is Gesta’s feeling right now.Despite there is no source of light in sight, the figure can be clearly seen. The difference between Gesta and his reflection is that the reflection shows a confident smile that spreads from ear to ear, where Gesta himself just looked confused and has his mouth agape.“Myself assume that thou ar
After the charade between Conrad and the envoy of the town, Conrad finally arrived inside his home where he is greeted by Hoxha.“Welcome back, Mr. Conrad. How did it go with the demon association?”“I don’t want to talk about it.”“I presume that it didn’t go very well. I also heard you speaking to someone outside just now.”“Yeah, that’s the town perp. They told me if I didn’t get Gesta under control anytime soon, they would take him along with Baphomet inside him.”Conrad angrily took off his jacket and tossed it aside, where Hoxha caught it by reflex.“If I may suggest, maybe instead of getting Gesta under control, we should get the Demon inside him under control.” Suggest Hoxha.“As if I haven’t thought of that already. I visited that freak show of a cult about dealing with the Baphomet, and they refused because they thought it was too much of an effort.”Hoxha folded Conrad’s Jacket neatly and hangs it inside the closet. He then proceeds to approach Conrad.“It’s probably true w
The horse-drawn carriage boarded by Verix and Hoxha had arrived just before a luxurious residence owned by Duke Wenovitch, one of the wealthiest households in Gazella. As the two men jumped from their vehicle, Verix stood and gasped in awe. He admired the grandiose and mighty architecture of the mansion.“Whoa,” he exclaimed as his eyes examined every detail of the glorious house before him, “I have no clue how rich my distant cousin is. She lives a good life, better than I can.”Hoxha patted his fellow’s shoulder. “Now don’t waste more time and let’s get this straight.”The two walked along, greeted by a tall and slightly intimidating iron gate. Hoxha led the way since he was familiar with the area, while Verix tailed behind him. They met a stern yet polite guard who greeted Hoxha, ”good day. May I help you?”Hoxha removed his hat and bowed slightly to show some politeness, followed by Verix. “Is Duke Wenovitch at home? I need to meet him.”“I’m afraid not,” the guard replied, “he we
Soon after he was hired by Duke Wenovitch as his only son's guardian, Verix began his duty of ensuring the young master's safety. Gesta didn’t seem pleased with what his father just told him, thinking that it was ridiculous and nonsense. He only rolled his eyes as Verix walked toward him, stretching his arm and trying to shake Gesta’s hand.Gesta scoffed at the man who was older than him but still far younger than his parents, “I don’t need you.”Verix hid his annoyance by carving a sly smile. “What makes you so sure about it?”The only manchild then stormed off, leaving the scene and back to his room. After locking the door behind, Gesta sighed and mumbled, “it’s dumb! I’m a mature man and I can take care of myself, I don’t need any assistance, even from that weird-lanky man.”As nightfall came, Gesta peered from his half-opened room door. He saw nobody in the hallway. He grinned as if he had won something, then walked toward the window. The man had been using the window as an escape
One morning, Conrad put his thought on Devon, the possessed teenager who managed to run away from his mansion basement prison. The Duke hadn’t fully let go of his escape that moment and still hoped his right-hand man managed to take Devon back. His mind wandered, thinking of many possibilities that can be done once that particular boy was caught and taken back to the Wenocitch mansion. Conrad began to believe that the inner strength Devon got from seven demons could be useful for his own interest.His train of thought was interrupted by knocking on the door. “Come in,” responded Conrad after clearing his throat.The door then swung open, revealing two of his right-hand men who stood just outside the room. Conrad lifted his head and asked his trusty henchmen, “is there any news from Devon? It’s been weeks since his escape.”“Not yet, Sir.” one of them shook his head. “I was about to ask the team in charge, probably they have some updates about this.”“Go ahead, then,” ordered Duke Weno