I stabbed my fork into the Hell Gore steak and took a bite. Mmm spicy. It's not bad honestly, I can see so of the more adventurous eaters in the Empire enjoying it. The Church of Order would most likely lose its shit since they do have a line in their scripture that says Thou shalt not take evil into yourself. I an yes I get that taphorically it ans not to let evil temptations worm themselves into your mind or you should not utilise dark powers.
However, eating so Hell beast would no doubt be considered a more literal interpretation.
I glanced up at the mutt from before who was mutely eating his food like a robot. He was as pale as a red-skinned demon could be. I gave him his balls back afterwards, such is my rcy.
Renna and Regari were tentatively enjoying the food. Renna in particular was much more subdued after watching shoot that mutt balls off. Regari of course was not that happy with that state of affairs but then again you cant keep soone sheltered forever. Especially here of all places.
So tell mutt, how does it feel to be Lord of the Vermin? I said as I looked up at him, and he visibly flinched.
My lord? the mutt stamred, his hands shaking as he held his knife and fork.
I am curious, were you once part of this cesspit? Did you claw your way to the top of this trash heap? I asked and he glanced up at his eyes filled with terror.
Do I need to shoot your tongue off and grow it back before you reply? I asked dryly and he visibly jumped.
Stop torturing him, it serves no purpose. Mahaila replied as she calmly cut up another piece of steak.
Im bored. I replied as I stabbed the steak again.
Then we can leave. Mahaila said.
Gotta put so at on those bones. I said as I glanced at Regari and Renna.
We can always take the food back to the tavern. Mahaila replied.
Then I would be bored. I deadpanned, and Mahaila just shook her head and went back to her food.
Besides our guest will be here soon. The Ars Goetia wont let us blunder through the city. It might cause them problems. I said as I grinned and Mahaila calmly nodded. This wasnt that complex of a guess so Mahaila predicting it as well wasnt that hard to conceive.
That is certainly true. Mahaila mused as she took another bite of her steak.
When I was talking to the transmission amulet I managed to launch a quick Ping Trace. Its a little trick Serchax taught . It was a little trick that was impossible for Humanoids to do which put it squarely in the sa realm of Flesh Crafting. It demanded a level ether manipulation that was beyond the realm of humanoids. Which was also ironically how the Firstborn of old seed to know everything that the humanoids were doing all the ti. The funny thing was that the humanoids never figured out that Firstborn and the ancients could do that. It was a rather well guarded secret.
As if on cue I sensed a burst of ether from another room. Judging by how Mahaila froze I could tell she sensed it as well. Hmm this ether signature, I know this one
The doors burst open revealing none other than Alastor himself. I could see that the guards at the door were dead with their heads no longer attached to their bodies. He calmly strode in and the mutt instantly tried to rise to his feet. Alastor simply flicked his wrist and an invisible ether blade swiftly decapitated the mutt and his body crumpled to the floor.
My apologies for the poor hospitality. Alastor said with a grin as he sat down next to .
I assure you that the underperforming pawns will be disposed of. Alastor said as he snapped his fingers and more demons appeared. They surged around the room killing all the servants and I could hear screams echoing out across the manor.
A suitable replacent will be chosen to rule over this area. I find it absolutely appaling that my first gift to you in this city would amount to this defective pawn. Alastor said with a wide smile.
Oh, hes good, I have been doing nothing but trying to cause trouble and he has deflected it masterfully. I would bet an arm that by doing all of this, the Ars Goetia would see I am not soone who likes crappy things. This isnt strictly true, crappy things are rather funny for a ti.
As for the Gangs you may have them of course. That is a none issue, but would you prefer if I brought you sowhere more appropriate for soone of your station? Alastor asked.
Sure, this place was getting old anyway. I replied with a shrug.
I am happy to hear it. Also if I may, what is the nature of these two. Alastor asked as he cast a curious glance at Regari and Renna.
I like them, they can carry stuff too. I replied with a shrug.
Ah I see, then I shall have so fine equipnt granted to them to help them better serve you. Alastor said with a graceful smile.
Well, at least he is smart enough to realise that I have no intention of telling him whats going on with these two. The fewer people who know Regari is an Heir of the Firstborn the better. Good thing I found him too, what a waste for soone with that much potential to die on the street.
So what now? I asked as I glanced at the fresh corpses now scattered around the room.
For now would you like to finish your al? After that, we can have transportation arranged to a small eting. No need for us to enter the inner city at least for now. You have impressed the Ars Goetia with your brazeness. So much so that they have deigned to arrange a reception in the middle ring so as to symbolicly, co to you, as they say. Alastor said with a smile.
Hmm, I sense fear, I wonder if Alastor was not able to cover things up as much as he would like to.
You seem nervous Alastor. I said with a grin, at those words I saw Regari flinch. Oh yeah, he has no idea I know Alastor. I guess an Arch Demon of Greed would be rather famous. After all, Alastor was part of the Daemon Prince of Greeds inner circle.
Regari was giving and Alastor furtive glances as he stared down at his plate, his entire body shaking with fear.
Oh co now boy, no need to be afraid. Despite what the horrible rumours say I am quite amicable. Alastor said with a smile that was only just a bit ominous. I must say he must be in a foul mood because that was a really bad attempt at trying to be nice. Even Renna was looking scared and she barely knew what was happening.
Alright lets go et those Ars Goetia, ssing with you is only fun for so long. I said with a laugh as I stood up.
Turns out an opulent carriage was waiting for us at the door of the manor. This one was interesting, it bore this interesting sigil that I recognised from so of the ancient tos. It was none other than the sigil of the Ars Goetia.
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