He noticed Agnes had her attention caught by something before he spoke and quickly turned to it.

It was a throne made of yellow metal and had a red cushioning material part of it. He walked over and felt it.

(“It's soft.”)

He did what he felt was natural and took a seat in it.

(“Damn, this is comfortable. I don't mind staying here for a little longer.”)

Not to say his bed at the manor was uncomfortable but this was in a different league. It felt like it adjusted to his body and made itself as comfortable as it could be for him specifically.

But as he looked to Agnes he noticed her gaze was directed above him.

As he got up he realised there was a red carpet leading to the throne.

(“How bougie.”)

He turned around to see what left Agnes so captivated. What he saw explained the directions the demons looked in. On either side of it, was demons staring towards it. It refers to a being that has several wings behind with horns on its head. The wings weren't like the other demons, however. They looked more like the wings of a dove than the bat wings the other demons had. Its carving was more detailed than the other demons but carried a more beastly appearance as well. It had shackles on its hands and feet and looked to be screaming towards the sky. The demons close to this demon were drawn with a greater level of detail as well, with one in flames and another with small particles surrounding them.

“Is that our lord?” Agnes said herself.

“That's the guy you worship?” He asked. After hearing Agnes’s explanations of their Lord he briefly wondered if this “angel” was being used as a sort of proof to show their lord existed, almost a powerless figurehead showing that they should follow the cult… but he could tell by this mural that whatever they were wanted this.

(“Dude, I'm no hero. There's no way I could beat that thing if I ever came across it. I mean demons are strong, how strong would that guy be if they're all staring towards him?”)

He got up from the chair fearing that he didn't possibly piss off whoever owned the throne.

“No, no, I'm not sure if it's them either. I haven't heard of the lord being in contact with demons, though with how much they hated humanity it wouldn't surprise me.”

“Woah, woah, your lord hated humanity?”

“Y-yes but I've heard without the… never mind.”

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“Is it a long story?”

“Yes, I'm not sure we'd have time for it. (Ugh, I can't believe I forgot why our lord no longer yearns for our end. It has something to do with heaven, right? Or was the other God's? Gah, dammit, I should have kept a copy of our bible with me.)”

Tibaut kept trying to convince her but she wouldn't relent saying they didn't have the time to do so.

(“I guess I can learn about that stuff after we leave.”)

He continued looking around the room and came across a plaque scribed with words.

“Hmm, what's this?”

He shone a brighter light on it and it read as thus.

“I have been cast out. For what reason? My father's incompetence. He prefers the disease that inhabited this world for aeons instead of his own children made from his hands. He believes he is all-seeing but he is blind. He believes he is all knowledgeable but he is a fool. And most importantly he believes I should foster a disease when I am the cure. My new brothers and sisters, I have to come to a conclusion. Only with this disease’s eradication will my father truly open his eyes. Which is why I shall use a natural factor to end them. You. From the bastardised god to the smallest imp, I shall grant you the power to turn the tides against humanity. I ask only that you open that old fool’s eyes with your actions.”

“How ominous. Is this like a war mantra for them?” Tibaut wondered.

Agnes looked on in amazement but Tibaut paid her no mind.

(“Well this doesn't show anything other than showing demons hate humanity. Maybe there's a button somewhere?”)

He rubbed against certain parts of the plaque and found nothing.

(“I should have known…”)

He turned to Agnes. “Find anything important?”

“N-no. Are you looking for something specific?” She responded.

“I was hoping this place was important and had what I needed. It looks like I was wrong so far. But don't worry it shouldn't be too long before we can leave. (I hope anyway. Who knows how long she'll accept running around in a dusty dungeon with me before she tries escaping on her own.)”

Agnes was just happy to be in the same room as him.

They continued searching with nothing to show for it. It looked like the room had been ransacked and he wondered why the throne hadn't been stolen. After attempting to pick it up he realised why.

(“Holy shit this thing is heavy!”) Having almost superhuman strength he expected it to at least budge but he got nothing. It left him humbled by the weakness he felt after trying to lift it.

He walked over to Agnes and nearly threw her to the roof with the excess force he used.

(“It really is just that heavy, god damn!”)

Agnes blushed in his arms and he quickly put her down.

“Sorry about that, I was just testing something. (Dumbass why didn't you just accept it was heavy and move on!?)”

Agnes had that experience engraved in her body and was going to make sure it was used well in her fantasies.

After wasting enough time here the duo decided to leave but stopped when they noticed someone standing at the entrance of the room.

They slowly walked up to Tibaut and in turn, walked into his light.

It was the weird monster girl whose hair had a white iridescence despite being jet black. Why was she here?