Chapter 51 - Reapers (4) (2/2)
”But before we go in, I must tell you what a devil's headwear truely symbolises and provides.”
Nidal finally sat down on a nearby cushioned stool as he fell into a short but deep contemplative pose.
”Each piece is provided with the very blood of it's wearer. Once the blood is given, the piece is always theirs. But headwear doesn't do anything for a devil except for letting them unleash an alter-ego or to show off their wealth. In any case, headwear is purely societal.”
Simon nodded in response to this, pretending not to know anything on the topic.
”The devils of the Reaper house tend to go for an unpainted metal piece, usually more like a delicate tiara, rather than a cowl, mask or helmet. These pieces usually require rare diamonds, which the Reaper house provide, themselves. As to why their headwear are unpainted? You must ask their founder.”
”Their founder had a particular problem with colours as it seemed. Who would have thought that a Blood Monarch could possess colourblindness?!” Nidal laughed as he stroked his hair.
”Well, it is not my place to insult such legendary figures, but devildom could have been much better without the power struggles. And that's exactly the reason I started this shop.”
”Politics are far too boring.”
”O! and we are already inside the my headwear station.” Nidal abruptly declared as he pointed out that they had in fact travelled to a different room.
”I don't remember walking out...”
”Of course you didn't, that's the point. Mystery makes customers wonder, wonder makes customers come back.”
'Wow'
Simon finally took his time to look around him. He had in fact been transported to an infinitely tall circular room, with an uncountable amount of wooden shelves built into the black marble walls. Each shelf could be considered a ring, and each ring could be considered a category. Simon saw golden animal masks, war helmets, circlets, and much more.
What made him surprised was the way that the room felt larger than what he had imagine din the novel, it seemed infinite almost.
Every piece were where they should be, and every shelf was clean and without a spec of dust.
”My mask is called 'Red Sunrise'. It represents new beginnings and the forgotten memories of the past. It's my attempt at poetry.” Nidal grinned as he pulled a a glowing yellow circular mask from the bottom shelf.
”I plan on making the perfect make for you. I already know exactly how to shape it, what colour it should be, and how I will design it. Just remember, the piece is part of you, don't think that an angel can wear Death's crown. Death's crown will change.”
In the span of merely half an hour, Simon felt like he had experienced more than enough for his childhood. The atmosphere was homely, and it left him amazed.
”I have decided a mask is perfect for you.”
”It will reflect the d.e.s.i.r.e to forget about the unwanted.”