Demon & Angel

Staying inside a room with an Incubus? A literal sex demon that could satisfy anybody whoever is in bed with. Succubus are more common, but nobody survives a night with an Incubus, just rumors of ruined marriages and relationships. I think any virginity is much safer out there than it is in here, but one thing about demons, they will honor their agreements to whoever they work for. Still doesn’t give me any hope for the night.

Seeing such a lavish room, both are just sitting at the table, having tea together. Silver kitchenware but a crappy set of other appliances. Twirling the folk before it disappears after he slightly looks away. Slightly looking at the bookshelf, so many romance novels. Odd, but perhaps he likes to understand a woman’s perspective?

Out of everything that she had come across from this day alone, being roomed with the Incubus is literally the last thing she could have thought of, even back as a maid for the Haberdashery where there are some others who could do half of what an Incubus can do, but at least that would be more manageable, but a full fledged Incubus? Where’s the logic to any of this? To this town? Starting to believe that she had died and now she’s in literal hell and this is her punishment. What she had done in order to gain this, she doesn’t even know what qualifies to match this hell.

He is gonna try to break the ice, by giving out a common normal greeting that he could possibly provide, “Pleasure on having you here, Lady Luna. My name is Osmodeus Tobit, like the sign reads, but you can call me Ossy, ma’am. And yes, I am an Incubus, and I’m in the form of your desire, but you seem to have a type of the bright and the bubbly.”

A soft awkward chuckle, “Well, I do tend to read some romance stories, and the typical blonde and green eyed protagonist is my bread and butter, but I am open to something more adventurous. No pun intended for my occupation.”

He laughs at her pun, “So what form would you like me to take? Like as in casual?”

His suggestion caught her off guard then had started thinking about who she wanted to see, wanting to avoid any sexual activities that might happen tonight.

“I guess I could go for…”

Seeing through her eyes before his eyes shimmers as she looks away to think on what is her ideal casual man. He starts morphing into this ideal casual man. Blue hair, short and wavy as the ocean raging through the storm, keeping the green eyes but from spring green to sea green, his skin is still fair but has a little tan, and even his demon horns had turned to white streaks, like clouds reflecting on the ocean.

He asks, “Better?”

She looked at him without coming up with any ideas, but her heart had skipped a beat. He’s very, very handsome. No model from any city could rival the amount of beauty and sexiness that this one man had done within a couple of minutes. And to embarrass herself even more, she slightly made a small mess with her panties, but she’s trying to play it off.

“Much better, Ossy.” She gives him a wobbly nervous smile of approval, and her face is completely red, heartbeat is much louder than anything around them right now.

“Anyways, I’m sure this town has given you some of the most fun in your entire life. I know that this town might be a bit much, but it really is an enduring town to live in. The rules might be deranged and half-witted, but it’s much easier once you get used to it.”

Not even close. His sexiness and cuteness points had gone down a bit after mentioning that Plague Town is a nice town to live in, but he doesn’t seem to understand how much dread and despair this shitend town on the shitend of the map had caused her.

“But I do apologize on the behalf of the Goblin’s Cave on how Alice acted the way she did. We don’t condone her violent tendencies or her hyper sexuality nature.”

An Incubus apologizing for being too sexual? Either that’s a first, or he’s just trying to be nice. I didn’t want to ask even more since it’s still dangerous in this room alone.

“But anyways, this is quite a rare thing for me as well.” He smiles at her. A sweet, and somewhat innocent smile than what she had expected to see from an Incubus.

“Come again?”

Rolling his eyes out of annoyance, assuming that she had made a sex pun, “Not my favourite phrase, but I’ve never met a Dragon Survivor. A White Dragon nonetheless. So tell me, how did you survive it? Even my kin couldn’t survive such dangerous creatures.”

“Um…?” Shifting her eyes, trying to come up with an answer but couldn’t, so she gives him an answer, recalling the events from the previous night. Each word, Ossy is hanging on the edge of his seat, examining and observing each word.

“I see. So one moment you were there, and now you’re here? Across the world? And Malakai thought you were a female Drake? Even I could tell that you ain’t no Drake. You weren’t born with wings and a tail. But I’m still surprised that you had even survived such a horrible tragedy. Especially since it's been one…”

She interrupts him, “I didn’t know how I survived, but all I know is that I’m alive. Somehow.”

“Are you sure you want to go back to Spiral City now? Because by the time you get there, it’ll be rebuilt as something new.”

Sigh before looking at him with a cold stare, not liking to be talked down to, “I know the rules, I’ve given out bad letters to people before when it comes to that. If a Dragon destroys a City, you have till Year’s End for distant relatives to either reclaim their family belongings and reside there, or grab your family's certain belongings then auction off their family property, or else the Kings will auction off everything away.”

“Then do you have family at Spiral?”

“No. But I do have a lot of expensive shit that I've bought. My house wasn’t near the White Dragon attack, and it’s in the city limits. So my house…”

Daydreaming of her memories, living in a small single floor home with the outside is built with wood and stone, but from the inside, after opening it up with a pair of keys with a small talisman amulet to enter her room. It has some lavish decor. Even a couple of Anti-Thief Talisman on the top of the window and door frames, and even a dungeon trap for those daring to break in. Memory of going through the day of making some dinner, and having a pipe from her private stash of medicinal herbs next to the fireplace with her foot on a treasure box, but across from her, she’s…

Laying back on her chair to enjoy bliss until somehow, Ossy came around to lean onto her chair while examining her house. Amazed by her home, so many high price clothing, expensive looking plates and a tea set that screams sentimental value. Everything looks fabulous and amazing, but there’s this odd feeling that one can’t shake it off. Something about this place is… off. Too meticulous, even for city standards. She could have romanticized her house a tad bit, but there’s nothing that screams of such. So what is it that is throwing him off? He notices a small portrait of an obscured mother’s face and a brightly looking child, 5 years old, and she looks like Luna herself.

“Wow! I never expected a maid to make such money in order to have a house like this?”

Jumped out of her memory, a quick flash of a burning farmhouse then to a dirty and crappy apartment room with blueprints before she collapsed backwards, hitting the ground. “Ow! How did you…?”

“Honey, I’m an Incubus. I can not only see what kind of man you want, but also the kind of mood you want in your room, and you have such high maintenance when it comes to your mood.”

“Well yeah. That’s how women are in the cities. We’re meant to be high maintenance, unless you live in the city slums. Shithole with no ounce of decency.” Pouts at the thought of it.

“Perhaps some nice quiet dinner would calm you down for a bit, eh?” Standing up to walk up to the kitchen revolving door, “I was preparing for something for a client, but she was in a hurry that her wife was in jail again.”

“So she paid and left?” Looked around to see if there’s any signs of intercourse before he replied.

“Oh yeah, she did. We had a quickie, which might be my best customer so far. Gotta send flowers to the Misses though. Anyways, how about you make yourself feel comfortable so that I can prepare a lovely meal for you. I promise it won’t be too long for you to have your fill. The one thing about us Incubusses can do, is to know how to satisfy a woman in need.”

He said in a seductive manner as he left through the door. Blushing hard after his suggestion, flash of images of him, domming her, making her submit to every whims that he could do to her. Days of being an Incubus plaything sounds satisfying but dangerous as no mere mortal woman can have that much of stamina, and if you try to deceive one, they’ll take it more as a challenge till you never walk properly or alive ever again. Is her body able to handle an Incubus? It’s her first time and all, but perhaps it would be best to lose it to a professional, but also having this feeling that the Goblin is only doing this to spite her. Don’t know why Malakai seem okay with it though?

Sigh of an annoying acceptance, coming to accept the terms of their agreement. She slowly starts to disrobe herself, going down to her underwear while Ossy is still in the kitchen, unknowingly making a meal for her. Embarrassed and turning red, nervous about having her first time to be with an Incubus. That is like a child being thrown to the deep end of the pool in order to learn to swim, and knowing this town already with its unhinged nature, they would literally do that if it was a class.

Happily making a meal of a simple steak dinner, well done for the Human taste pallet with herbs and spices while his meal is rare, baked potato with stuffing, and steam vegetables on the sides. Smiling softly, and lighting up the candles, giving the young faux Adventurer a much better night than the last. Finally, being able to enjoy a nice and peaceful night with a woman. Placing them onto the tray and cart, he’s making his way into the room.

“Alright, I’m back with the…”

He immediately stop himself, nearly flipping the cart over by the sight of a near naked woman of Luna Black, wearing nothing but obscuring her black bra and plain panties, hiding herself behind a chair, all red and blushing while he’s looking more shocked and disgusted.

“What the living hell are you doing?! And why are you half naked?!”

“Is this some kind of prank or something? Because…”

“NO!!!” Shaking his head, disapproving of her actions, walking up to her to cover her up by using his patchy long coat from his coat hanger, “You’re here to have a nice and quiet night, and I’m not here to violate that deal. So why the hell would you think that this is part of the deal?!”

“Um…? You’re an Incubus. That’s what you actually do? Having sex with women, alluring and seducting…”

“NO!!!” Again shaking his head, placing their plates on the table while sitting across from her, “I don’t give two bit shit about having sex at all!”

I heard that, right?

“Come again?”

“Not likely.”

“That’s literally all you do, why else would I be here? I basically offended the Goblin by being disgusted by him, so I thought he would just put me here because…”

Ossy interrupts her, “Because he was being nice, and knows that you’re not interested in this kind of crap. And the other occupants here would have forced their way on you, or drugged you. I, on the other hand, wouldn't dare to do such a disgusting act?”

“So I’m not here for...?”

He stands up to slam his hands on the table, “NO!!!” He slightly turned back to his Incubus form of red skin, black horns, sharp ears and finger nails, long decay looking hair, and even his pubic area had turned decayed white with red thick third leg slightly showing. Sitting down and morphing back to Luna’s casual form.

Raising her hand and about to speak, but couldn’t. Embarrassed that she made the assumption, feeling a complete shithead before she finally spoke, “Do you hate sex?”

Taking a deep breath before sighing, “Not entirely. I just hate meaningless sex, and yes, I know it’s rich coming from me, but I’m practically serious about that. If I want to have sex, like, actually have it? I want it to be with a person who I can feel comfortable with, someone who won’t just be thinking with their hormones. I’m not like my other kin, or those crazy nut cases Succubus and Liliths inside the Town Hall, I registered myself as an Ace. And I’ll be perfectly honest, you assuming that we’re gonna fuck, knowing that I’m here to make you feel safe, actually offends me. And I would have every right to kill you where you’re sitting.”

Each word hurts. An Incubus who’s lecturing me about sex, might be the worst thing that I’ve ever heard. Reports of Incubuses are rare and all, but do they all like him? He did say that he’s not like his kin, but he’s still labelled as a Demon, so it could be anything really. Flick the silver kitchenware from her sleeve before placing it back onto the table.

“I’m sorry for the assumption. If I had one defence, anyone would have made that mistake. So I’ll make it up to you then. Like, name your price?”

“Price?” He starts cutting his steak as he thinks of the price, wanting to teach her a lesson, perhaps ruining her and future experiences by making her loose, but that would only prove her right. An idea had come to him after looking at his romance novels.

“I’ll even sleep with you if that would…”

“No. That wouldn’t do. Besides, offering your yourself should be for something important or grande, not for some prostitute such as myself. So I got an idea, something that you can do for me.”

“And that would be…?”

“Let me travel with you on your journey back to Spiral. Let me become an Adventurer like you.”

Lost for words, but ask for his reason. He gives out a simple answer, something that she should have seen coming. But why?

“So I can find my one true love who can accept me as me. And not as this literal sex demon. I’m making a lavish living here, but nobody here has caught my eye and heart, so I’m used more as a stress relief to men, women, and everything else, for God’s sake, one of my customers want me to fuck a goat for their pleasure. But now, a real Adventurer here? I can finally take my leave, collect my belongings and pop off to see the world through romantic eyes. And if you want to do it on the way? Fine. Like you said, it’s literally what I do, but don’t expect me to enjoy it. I’m only satisfying you, not me. And don’t try to bullshit me as well, I’ve heard it a thousand times of having women wanting to accept me as me, but only thinking of their privates disguising as hearts.”

The offer… is weird. Like, completely weird. Literally everything from today has been the most off putting, and out of the wall scenario that she could have never predicted. But it does seem like a good deal, but the problem of making a deal with Demons is all depends on their wording and deal. If the Demon offers a deal, then it’s on them, but if any one else offers a deal first, then it’s on them. And since it’s Ossy that’s offering a deal, it’s a win-win.

Ossy offers his hand after stabbing the palm with a knife, blood is flooding his hand.

“Alright, so seal the deal, it’s up till we reach Spiral City?”

“Correct.”

They shake hands and the blood glows with the blood veins glowing black to be in the form of chains all around Ossy. If they fail, Ossy will be sent back to hell and be tortured for the next thousand years for not upholding his side of the agreement as the one who made the offer.

“I am yours till the end now, Lady Luna.” They start eating their meals, “Then I guess I can wear my Adventurer’s Tag.”

“You have one?”

“Yeah.” Stands up to pull out an Adventurer’s Tag from his jewelry box to present it in front of her, “See! Everyone at least has one, we use them as currency sometimes.”

Surprised by that revelation, “How many Adventurers die all the way here?”

Chuckles, “Too many, if I’m being honest.”

“Well…” Stuffing her face with the steak while hearing another explosion from the distance, “I could go to the Guild Hall and grab some stuff, and maybe get my boomerang knives sharpened.”

“Ah!” He jumps up then walks to his cabinet to pull out some bones, “If you’re gonna see Mike right now? Then would you mind getting my order? It’s been a while since I’ve been there.”

Grabbing the bag of bones, “Describe, ‘a while’ to me? And what kind of item did you order?”

“A couple of Human decades or so. And as for my order? It’s just a sword from one of the Adventurers that died here.”

Slowly nods, “Right. Then I’ll make my way there.”

“I’ll have the beds ready when you return, Lady Luna.”

She leaves the room to slowly make her way down from the Goblin’s Cave Brothel, seeing the decor even more, and seeing multiple people are either enjoying their time together, or just socializing at the common area. Everyone seems to be enjoying some time together. Even for a shitend town on the shitend of the map, they seem to be enjoying life. Even the Goblin is just enjoying some wine before waving her off.

“I’ll be back, Goblin!”

After leaving the Goblin’s Cave Brothel, she saw Malakai playing a flute and a little pyrotechnics was showing around to entertain some children dressing up as police officers.

“Malakai!”

He lets his flute play while he sees Luna, pulls out a lute to sing.

Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between! I’m here to take my leave from this scene.

I have a job to escort Ms. Luna Black, but don’t worry to you all, I shall be back!

He gives a bow to them all, they all continue on doing their own activities.

“Where are we going, Lady Luna?”

“To the Guild Hall, Malakai.”

A soft lute play as they walk towards the Guild Hall, “So… how’s meeting Ossy? He’s quite entertaining, isn’t he?”

Giving him a smug look, noticing he’s not rhyming while he plays, “You’re not gonna sing, or make some ludicrous rhymes?”

Softly playing the strings while moving his body, softly dancing around the wooden bridges, “You do know that I can’t always sing. Sometimes I like to enjoy my strings and do my own thing.” He caught his mistake. “Shit! I just rhyme off-key.”

Starts giggling while he is tuning up his lute strings, humming while she is just looking around, helping others up and making sure that their stuff is okay, but Malakai notices her hand is being obscured before standing up then stretches up high. He doesn't bother on what she’s doing, he continues to hum while tuning the strings.

They reached the Guild Hall, hearing another explosion but much louder as they’re much closer. Familiar for the Dark Elf, but still not getting used to it for the young faux Adventurer. More explosions are heard before Malakai walks up to the door, tapping the door in a rhyme.

She asks him if that is pointless or not, due to the amount of explosions he hears but he replies that his ears are pretty damn good, and just pointless fun.

The door opens after a small bell is rung after the door moves, signalling Mike who’s muttering in the basement of the destroyed Guild Hall where there’s nothing but weapons and certain items on display. Each table has a different price for either weapons and items for one desire.

She asks, “Um…?” Another explosion is heard before resuming, “How can I get his attention for a pickup?”

“Like this, Lady Luna.”

He happily walked up to the basement open door, coughing to ready his throat before creating an electrical surge on the strings, signalling that he has another tune to sing. After a string struck, a loud electrical music was heard in the Guide Hall, bouncing on the walls and deafening to anyone’s ears. It was a new kind of music that she had never heard before. It started hard before he softs it up.

From the tedious Tuesday, the wailing Wednesday, the trapping Thursday, the freedom Friday, then skip a few for Michael Monday!

The man who doesn’t believe in God, living in his basement pod, and such a shame that your name isn’t Todd!

What was that about the God bit?

A handsome yet masculine voice is heard from the basement, boastful.

“Malakai! You son of a Bitch! How have you been?!”

Walking up from the ashes of what looks like literal hell, a muscular man, wearing an iron mask, traditional blacksmith gear with an apron on the front, and even his hair is black ashes, covering up anything from above. He walks behind his table where a door is behind the personal payment.

He removes his mask to reveal a handsome man. White beard and dusting the ashes off from his hair to see heavenly white hair. His eyes glow as gold as if he was a signal from God. Remove his apron and work shirt to reveal his bare well muscular body, covered in tribal-like tattoos around his arms, coloured in gold. His back tattoo has white Angel wings with gold highlights, and his chest has a golden blood trail to the heart, all connected with each other. And oddly, his forehead has a golden ring-like design, going around his head and even hiding behind his beautiful white hair, as if he tattooed his halo on himself.

“You're here for your guitar? Right?”

“The big lute? Yes, but first, I want you to meet our latest Adventurer here.”

I felt intimidated by his presence, and his good looks. I would say that he fell from the Heavens to have these looks, but not this time, because he literally did do that, and now he is staring at me.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Wobbly offering her hand, blushing, “I’m Luna Black from Spiral City.”

He smiles back, causing her to spew out smoke and her body heats up after accepting the handshake, “Charmed. I’m Michael Monday, the Weapons-smith of Plague Town. But you can call me Mike.” He grabs a guitar from the room behind him, “And here’s your guitar, Malakai.” A long neck lute is presented to Malakai, the base is much bigger. “Now you won’t be disappointed with this guitar, Malakai. You’re gonna love the sounds that will come from this.”

“Thank you, Mike. But, I’m just gonna call it a lute.”

“Don’t bother. It’s gonna be the future of music! I’ve seen it! Foretell it!”

He seems very happy with his predictions, but if I’m gonna be completely honest, this is not what I imagine an Angel would be or look like. Well, at least looking handsome, and if he’s this handsome, then the female Angels must be gorgeous.

“People all over the world are gonna be shocked and reject it at first, but it’s something that can’t be removed. Once invented, the invention will breathe new life into the world, and you, Malakai? You will be the first to lead this new era of music!”

Lean next to Malakai, “Is he always like this?”

“All the time.”

“Now!” He walks up to Luna, causing her to blush again, “What are you here for?”

“Um…?” Grabbing the satchel to give him bones, “Ossy is here for his sword?”

“Right, right! Over there! I’ve made two, because he looks like a double sword user.”

He points at the sword table, with each one having a name for a certain person, then presents the bones on the table before grabbing it. The curved swords are black blades with red accents, placing them together from the bottom end of the handle; they look like pinchers with an inside blade.

“Is that all, milady?”

“Um… no, actually, I was hoping to ask if I could sharpen my boomerang knives here?”

She presented them, and looked at the boomerangs, slightly nicked but still in top condition. Flicking the blade and even weighing them until he notices the Shadow Gloves, “These seem like good blades, and the whetstone is over there, but those gloves there, never saw those in years. Not since the last Adventurer who went up to the Giant Rat Cave.”

“Yeah. I came from that cave a couple nights ago.” She holds his hands tightly, blushing but defensive about them, “And no, I’m not trading these for anything.”

“Oh no, I wasn’t gonna ask for a trade or anything. Even though I would have given you some of my latest weapons for them, I want to give out a couple of pieces of advice.”

“That whatever I throw, it comes back to me. I kind of got the gist of it.”

“No, not just that. Because as a man of science, I love how magnetism works here.”

Did he just say ‘a man of science’? Because everything about him just screams Angelic. His out-of-this-world looks, and his tattoos, but maybe I’ll ask later.

“Maybe you could come down to my armoury and see my best stuff to sell, I call them Firearms.”

They follow him from behind, going down to the basement, such hellish heat of the blacksmith workshop but that is too expected but across from the workshop is so unexpected. Seeing an open space and black burned spots on the walls of a shooting range, paper on fire, and looking far worse than what Plague Town looks outside. What kind of Spells or Heavenly abilities did this Angel was doing here?

They walk up to a metal door after he twists four different numbers on this oddly Anti-Thief Talisman, it’s so odd looking, and there’s no other Anti-Thief Talisman like it, or even appearing anywhere else here. Opening the door, she is observing the Anti-Thief Talisman before looking at a couple of odd looking weapons from what seem to be basic metal. No special Elvish, Dwarvan, Demonic or even Angelic steel, nothing. Tiny arrow heads, some are tiny balls but unlike the steel of the blunt weapons, these seem to be made of a certain kind of metal but couldn’t pinpoint which kind though. Couldn’t tell by looking at what these Firearms are, there are two small Firearms, and two bigger firearms that are big and bulky. All four seem heavy, they could be mistaken as clubs if one can be desired to used as. Each Firearm has many alchemic formulas, so detailed and meticulous.

“What are these Firearms? And what are these arrowheads for?”

Mike smiles then happily presents them, “These are my beautiful weapons of mass destruction, it took me years and I’m currently working on replicating compressed explosions that the Ninjas use for their smoke escapes, and have the power of a cannon but more mobile and controlled.”

“Is that why there’s always explosions here?”

He slightly shakes his head, “Not always. Some of my formulas here I’m still testing out. Now… ahem” He looks at Malakai, giving him a stare on wanting him to sing. Coughs again to catch Malakai attention but he seems to be checking his guitar out by tuning the strings.

“What?”

“Don’t you have a… what do you call it? A ‘cypher’ to sing about, since you did promise me that you’re gonna sing about my Firearms. As payment for your guitar there?”

He shrugs then leans back onto the wall, minding his own business, not bothered by him. “Oh! I got till Elf Year’s End to do so, but you can’t make me sing about weapons that I don’t know about. I only hear your explosions, but I never see them in action. You and your Firearms here, are completely unknown to the world even though you sell them everywhere else but here, you and your Dwarvan merchant and her fake ass beards?” He looks around while pulling a couple of strings, seeing no one else here but the three of them.

“Off to sell more Firearms. She should be heading off to Whitewood Forest. The Elven King, Cedrick Whitewood, but Trudy has been gone for far too long. I want to check up on her, seeing if she’s alright and all. Hoping Cedrick isn’t going too far again.”

Malakai's body aches and twitches from hearing the name of the Elven King of Whitewood Forest, looking away. The horrors of employment from the Whitewood Elves are still fresh in his mind, hearing nothing but chains whip and dogs mauling crunching bones, louder than the strings he’s tuning and beating harder than his heart.

He notices his discomfort then sighs before sitting down to clean one of his Firearms, “Sorry for mentioning Cedrick, Malakai. I know it has been 20 years for you, and I know that he’s a lousy prick. But he still pays well, even though they’re blood gems and all, but once I perfected Firearm Vehicles, then we can go up there and bring chaos! But I’m just hoping their rumoured Black Drake isn’t killing her.”

She is curious about the Black Drake. Like the Dark Elves, Black Dragons and Drakes aren’t exactly well known to be good, so mostly the symbolism of Evil, “Wait a moment? They have a Black Drake, how?”

The Angel shrugs, “Some form of contract I believe. But I still can’t believe that an Elf has managed to make a Drake their underling. Those scaly tailed bastards are like Demons, but at least those are far more real than the Divine and the Demonic.”

She repeats the ‘real’ part of his last sentences before asking, “Wait, aren’t you an Angel and all?”

Out of nowhere, he quickly lifts up the six cylinder Firearm, small but the thick metal is quite intimidating. Whatever this Firearm weapon does but it’s being pointed at a point blank range.

Seeing his golden eyes glow, and all of his tattoos are glowing gold while a faint white mist of angel wings appeared behind him, and his halo came out of his head to appear around him, like a crown.

“Sorry! I was not to talk about God around you, since you Angels are sensitive about people asking about God…”

He rolled his eyes then his golden aura and white mist disappeared after he calmed down.

“How many years I have to tell people that I’m not an Angel, as if they were actually real. Even this fictitious being called God or Devil are nothing more but mere tales for the stupid.”

“Sorry to offend you, but I’m just stating the…”

“The obvious is that I’m just a man who doesn’t believe anything that’s Divine or Demonic actually exists, and our only races that are close to it are either Elves and Drakes. And everything can be explained by science.”

“Then is there anything I could make up for you? Because I was about to take my leave with Ossy, and head off to Whitewood Forest to strike a deal for a carriage ride to Avalanche City.”

Mike looks at her, then to Malakai, then finally comes up with an idea.

“I got something for you two.” He withdraws his Firearm then gives them a smirk.

Back inside the cave, the strange looking rock is slowly shaking. Cracking and liquid is slowly pouring down onto the nest itself until a heartbeat is heard. A large amount of bloody liquid with thick chunks of unknown substances until a couple of full bodies with the rest had been mauled and decapitated, fell from this rock. No. It’s no rock, but it’s an egg that was housing something inside. Human beings are born from it? It must be something extraordinary. Rib-Cages taking the bodies of giant rats, watches and sees burning blue flames that bathes the white hair of one of them. Glowing sapphire eyes, snake-like to pierce through the darkness itself and brings terror to any living creatures around it. A leather bat-like wings that are attached to the back, all four with the two smaller wings slightly above a scaly tail.

Walking out of the nest, looking around to see the mess that the lost maiden had made before noticing the bloody trail that she had left. Wiping the blood with his index and middle finger to get the scent and taste of this person. Unbothered, he grabs a couple of clothing nearby and follows the trail of blood towards the spring water. The cave entrance. Before entering the open area, this being lifts up his hand and a vein pops out, underneath the hand itself then spews out hellish blue flames, killing all of the Rib-Cages.

He walks out to the open area to dress up in a simple black shirt, blue shorts, and black boots, and the remaining Rib-Cage attaches itself onto the back of this person, wrapping the body around the ribs and its tail fused with the tail to become one. Before looking up to the skies, there are multiple matching sapphire glowing eyes and matching hair that had followed him out to the open area, unlike the First, they seem to have only two wings instead of four. Wearing clothing, or whatever was left from the chest. They quickly kneel down and accept the Four-Winged Man as their superiority.

“My King, what would you like us to do?”

He raised his hand, the bloody fingers to them with an ominous look before sniffing the alluring scent of her blood, lips quivering and then lick his lips with a grin, showing his pearl-like teeth then spewing out a small puff of blue flames. He gives out an ominous command to them all.

“Let’s go find our dear mother.”