Chapter 13 - Azazel? (1/2)
”I don't have a system?” He asked his reflection in confusion before muttering out, ”Could it be that I didn't transmigrate? Am I having delusions? Could this be just my brain playing tricks on me?”
With this thought haunting his brain, he lifted his right hand and slapped his own face. The slap was in no manner soft. As soon as it hit his cheeks, the loud 'Smack' sound was clearly heard.
”Hmm...” He felt a stinging pain and when he looked at his reflection, he could clearly see his cheek turning red with a handprint on it.
His eyebrows furrowed up as he suddenly noticed something.
Marvin had punched him four times and Hecathe was sure that those punches would certainly leave behind a bruise, however, his face was extremely clear with the red handprint being the only thing that could be considered as out of place.
”Where did the other bruises go?” Hecathe looked confused as his hand reached up to touch his nose and unexpectedly, his nose wasn't hurting at all.
He had been magically healed...
Hecathe was sure that bruises don't heal this fast.
He pondered over it for over a minute before concluding that this body might have a really high regenerative ability.
When he thought about this, his eyes trailed down to the wrapped bullet wound on his chest.
Reluctantly, he lifted his hand to poke the wound, and just like he had expected, it didn't hurt anymore.
”That's... Weird,” He muttered as he tried to take off the wrappings.
However, at this exact moment, he suddenly heard the elevator door opening and it snapped him out of his thoughts.
He cleared his throat before shouting out, ”Who is it?”
”Captain, there is someone here to see you,” It was a male voice that Hecathe didn't recognize.
Hecathe looked conflicted for a minute before he responded, ”Send them away. I'm not seeing anyone right now.”
Hecathe could clearly hear no sound of the elevator closing which meant that the person hadn't left yet.
”Didn't you hear me?” Hecathe's voice sounded annoyed as he questioned out, ”I told you to get out, didn't I?!”
”C-captain...” The man stuttered with a panicked and worried voice, ”Please come out.”
Hecathe sighed loudly as he looked back at his reflection in the mirror.
He took a deep breath in before straightening out his back and picking up a bathrobe that hung beside the mirror.
He took his sweet little time in tying the bathrobe around his body before he came out of the bathroom.
The man and the guest the man talked about were waiting in the living room and hence Hecathe had to further trouble himself to walk all the way there.
”Who the hell-” He immediately gulped down his words as he saw the 'guest' that was here to see him.
”I'm sorry, Captain. We couldn't stop her,” The man who stood beside the guest immediately apologized before leaving the place.
Hecathe was thoroughly shocked as he saw this woman whom he couldn't help but recognize.
”Azazel?” His tone sounded worried as he muttered out.
No... The last he checked, Azazel was definitely a boy!
He had long hair and sometimes liked to dress up as a girl for certain reasons but he was still a boy! Though the woman in front looked a lot like the Azazel who dressed up in girl's clothing, Hecathe could still tell the difference between the two since the real Azazel didn't have such big breasts!
The woman chuckled as she managed to hear this, ”Alphius, has it been that long? You even forgot my name?”
Hecathe gulped as he heard this but said nothing more.
No.
There is no way this woman is Azazel.
He tried to reassure himself that his eyes had either seen wrong or this woman was nothing more than a doppelganger.
”You have got to be kidding me,” He muttered under his breath.
First, it was the woman from his office and now it was this woman who looked exactly like Azazel. Why was he constantly seeing people he recognized and at the same time, it wasn't them at all?!
Her eyes turned up into two little crescents as she smiled and opened her arms wide, ”Do I not even get a hug now?”
Hecathe felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard this.