Chapter 3 - The Demonologist (1/2)

Evan slowly descended to the lowest floor of the building. Thanks to Trevor's memories, he knew several exits from the prison, but now he could just walk out the main entrance.

”It only takes one little impulse for people to start total chaos.” Evan muttered quietly, watching the prison riot.

Abigail`s killing took Evan a long time. But there were still screams and sounds of battle everywhere.

Step. Step. Step

Evan paced quietly through the main square of the prison. There was constant fighting and killing all around him. The whole ground was drenched in blood. That day the prisoners made a living hell there, just because of one spark in the form of Evan.

Thunder.

At the end of the whole picture, there was a sudden heavy downpour with raging thunder and lightning.

Evan was in no hurry at all. He walked slowly toward the exit, not paying attention to what was going on around him. Evan was completely calm and didn't worry that the chaos around could affect him somehow.

He tried to make sense of the memories of two people at once and, also with what happened after Aron's murder.

<So many memories... By the way, what kind of Sin is the Pride?> Evan didn't understand how he had healed all his wounds in an instant. In addition, he had become strong enough to kill Aron with a single blow. Then he realized one simple thing.

<In my past life, I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't change the whole world because I was too weak... This time, I won't make the same mistake.>

Evan was one of the strongest people in his past world, but it wasn't enough. Eventually, many organizations had united and captured him, after which he was executed.

...

Evan left the prison through the main entrance and walked along the narrow, stone road.

He knew that very soon, special people would arrive at the prison and quickly put down the riot. By the time they did it, Evan would be long gone.

The closest town was Snowflower City, but it was run by Abigail's family. So it wasn't the best choice. If word got out what Evan had done, he wouldn't live long.

From Trevor's memories, Evan knew the location of another city, Aerilon.

Aerilon was much farther away than Snowflower City, but it was a safe and quiet place. It was just what Evan needed.

All the way Evan pondered his current situation and what he should do next.

He needed to rest and get his thoughts in order. Also activating the sigil of one of the 72 demons, required an enormous amount of energy and put a lot of strain on his entire body.

In his past life, Evan was the strongest dark magician, a demonologist to be exact. In his world, dark magic was strictly forbidden. Anyone who studied and used dark magic, was found and killed. There were no exceptions.

Naturally, there were strong enough dark magicians which was a very difficult task to kill. Unfortunately or fortunately, there were very few of them. Even fewer were those who were only slightly inferior to Evan in power.

He didn't know why, but his memories of dark magic were sketchy and inaccurate.

It was only when he was on the verge of death that he remembered being a Demonologist. So Evan was able to use the power of the 72nd demon, Count Andromalius, at the very last moment.

”All right, I think in time I'll understand everything, both about myself and about this world.” Evan sighed and continued walking forward.

...

After about half a day, Evan reached Aerilon. It was a very small and poor town.

But for Evan, it was the best option of all. In the clothes of the warden he had killed not long ago, there were a few silver coins. Evan didn't know how much it was, but he figured it was enough for him.

Without thinking long, Evan headed for the nearest inn. During this day, he had experienced too many amazing events, as well as several dangerous battles. He needed rest and sleep.

To Evan's surprise, two silver coins was enough to rent an inn room for an entire week, including three meals a day.

<Sounds like the wardens make a pretty good living>. He realized that he was lucky that he decided to kill Aron, otherwise, he would have had to sleep outside in the pouring rain.

No one was surprised by Evan's appearance. It's just that no one simply knew that his clothes were the uniform of a prison warden.

After paying for his hotel, Evan walked slowly straight to his room. He was hungry and thirsty, but even more he wanted to sleep. He needed a long, restful sleep that would put his thoughts in order.

”Huh, I could say the last time I slept, was in my previous life.” After these words, Evan collapsed on his bed and instantly fell asleep.

...

Evan slept for a very long time, only three days later he wake up.

”How long have I been sleeping?” He felt that it had been much more than a few hours. Evan's hunger was incredible, and his thirst was so intense that he was ready to drain an entire river.