Chapter 384: Rupert (1/2)
Moby followed the voice, and his vision was led towards the corner where it met a man adorned in a long robe of black sat upon a chair with his back turned. In his hands was what seemed to be a brush, and ahead of him was a massive canvas where that same woman from before was drawn, this time stepping and torturing a white-haired angel as he struggled to breathe beneath her boot. That angel was none other than his old team leader, Artorias that he found sat unconscious ahead of the canvas, tied up firmly in a mixture of black and ashen flames unable to speak, the same flame that was used against him by the man beneath his feet.
'What's going on? Is… Is that guy drawing Artorias for his new painting… Is that why he's still alive…' He thought to himself before shaking his head, refocusing himself after all he witnessed.
”Ruler of this castle! I've come to see you! No harm shall be put upon you if you cooperate with me!” Moby announced.
<< Hmmm? Esphand? What is that sound? What language is th— >> The robed painter spoke with a hint of confusion as he slowly turned his head, revealing his face…
His skin was a dark tone of gray, and his hair was a long, soft colour of ashen. The twin tips of his horn were dipped in an ominous black and his yellow, glowing eyes resembled that of a cat.
Without a shadow of a doubt, that man was a demon… His young features would be considered handsome even by supermodel standards on earth, handsome as a devil.
Yet, that handsome, calm and collected demeanour only lasted for a split second as it shifted into an expression of bewilderment in his eyes and entire visage that was absolute, an intensity, unlike anything Moby had ever seen before in his life.
His face turned pale, and his clean skin began to sweat profusely. His pupils enlargened, and his body became so jittery that even a vibrator paled in comparison. His emotions were so strong that his heartbeat shook the very ground like a tremor.
However, despite the great display of emotions, Moby did not feel threatened nor attempted to defend himself for he had the ability to draw power from his opponent's rage and other negative emotions… And currently, he felt absolutely nothing coming from that man…
<< L-Lord Avilia… I-I-I-I-I-I-I-Is that you… His eyes began to swell, and a stream of steady tears began to pour out of his eyes like a waterfall as he struggled to even get out of his seat and approach the entity ahead.
'RUPERT!? WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!?' Avilia shouted into Moby's head to the point that it shook his very skull.
'Y-you know this guy? Does he have an obsession over you!?' Moby's eyes shot open.
'Of course, I know this guy!! He's a greater demon that lived in my damn castle! I have many die-hard admirers that worshiped the very ground I trodded on but this guy is on another level! I'll spare you the details for now! Just know you got super lucky that a greater demon like him was allied with me and not a rogue, or else you would have been dead now! Just let me transfer you the information for how you could speak demon to understand him too!'
'Wait… You can do that?! Why didn't you do that from before?'
'Yes, your mind stat is now high enough for me to dump that much complex info into you when I couldn't from before, this shouldn't be too painful or long…'
<< Rupert… That is your name correct? >> Moby spoke, surprised at how this new language rolled off his tongue as if he were a native speaker.
<< Oh! Your highness! You remembered my true name! I had yet to reveal that name even to my closest subordinate! IT IS YOU!! IT REALLY IS… >> The demon's tears intensified, and his shaky legs gave out as he broke down on his knees with happiness unparalleled.
<< Through all these years I had never forgotten about you, my lord! >>