She applied pressure with her thumb onto his neck, ready to burst it at every second.
“H-he’s the leader of the Demon King’s cult”.
The leader of the Demon King’s cult, the Seneschal of Darkness was a title passed throughout generations, a human that serves the Demon King.
The man sat in the metal chair, being tortured by Anastasia for information, his arms were restrained and he was completely naked.
“Tell me more about your leader”.
Yuki came inside the steel plated room and stared straight at the naked man, her face confused and contorting.
“Why the hell is he naked”?
“We wouldn’t want a tracking device to reveal our location”.
Anastasia crossed her arms under her chest and sighed.
“What if he put one inside his asscrack or some power that tracks where he is”.
“We already checked him for tracking abilities”.
Neila pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his legs and staring at the ceiling.
“So when are we going to bomb their place”?
“Is that all you can think of? Fighting”?
Yuki stared at him with disgust. “No fucking wonder, you’re just being used as a tool”.
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“Anastasia told me that we’ll be bombing them 2 months ago and we haven’t executed the plan”.
“Whatever”.
Anastasia came out of the room, looking down at him.
“Get up, we’re bombing their place in a week, I already got their location from him”.
Neila stared through the window directly at the collapsed man on the chair.
“Is he okay”?
“Hell no, I pegged him personally, you think he’d be okay”?
“I mean, he doesn’t seem okay”.
Yuki walked towards the nearby table and held a mask in her hands.
“By the way auntie, how’s the prototype going”?
The mask had a green tint to it, shining in the light.
“Well Yuki, I don’t think it’s optimized well enough to be sold to the general market but I can’t believe you managed to make this at home, you really do take after your mother”.
“Anastasia, what’s that mask for”?
“It’s a magical tool”.
“…. What”?
Neila had a look of confusion on his face, just staring at the mask.
“It’s magic, you can change your appearance just by wearing it”.
“That’s really impr- not even that impressive”.
3 days passed since then, we barely had any information on their boss so we were asked to infiltrate them.
The location was in an abandoned building that was located in the Demon King’s area.
They wore old and ragged cloaks, the moment they crossed the border onto the Demon King’s territory, they felt a rush of energy into them.
The skies were red and the grass beneath them a bright shade of maroon.
The trees, close to death and withering away.
Jaclyn extended the hood over her head, trying to further hide her own face.
Neila held two masks in his hands, green and shining like emeralds.
“Hey Jaclyn, take this”.
He threw the mask at her, she immediately caught it in her hands.
“It’ll change your appearance, it’s only a prototype and will only last a couple hours before it needs to recharge, also you can only change it to one person, its permanent”.
The roads were abandoned and the floor cracked, the lampposts crooked and broken.
The walls looked as if they’ve been through decades of warfare.
“What even happened here”?
Her voice was calm and stoic, her eyes glanced around her surroundings.
“After the invasion of the demons and their conquering of this place, they didn’t want to rebuild it since there was no need for the demons to live here instead of within the portals, the demon king’s goal seems to be to kidnap humans, he’s using the towns as lures”.
“Hey, you sure this is the place”?
The building was destroyed and old, the red paint peeling and the roof collapsed in on itself.
“The guy apparently said that, the cult is underground, be cautious Jaclyn, it could be a trap”.
They went down the basement stairs into a large crowd of people, the crowd surrounded a child in the center.
The child’s face scared, her arms trapped by a chair.
A helmet attached to her head as she began tearing up, her entire body started to shake.
“Please help me”.