Her eyes presented a beautiful heterochromia, the pure, deep and elegant beauty of the blue and the roguish and overwhelming innocence of the green, thin eyelashes and black eyebrows did the accompaniment. The first thing that the sapphire and the emerald contemplated when it blossomed was the face of a young man whose eye color was the fusion of those precious stones.
The demon slowly regaining his composure took the liberty of understanding the situation in which he was. Lying on that young man's lap, on the duke's bed, protected from loneliness by those hands that caressed his face, he felt inner peace, and something else.
His gaze met that of the young man, he would have liked to continue to appreciate the situation, but his eyes were also something worthy, at first they looked at him with severity, ah Why would it be? he wondered, in fact already knew the answer, in front of the young man whose presence overshadowed the lies and filled everything with his truth he had done nothing but fall in front of him like an impertinent fool, anyway the look did not remain dour forever, in a short time he changed to a quieter one, but he kept staring at him.
Beelzebub wanted to move and beg for forgiveness, he had committed a great lack of respect, he who had finished the key, he who more than anyone wanted a leader had been the first to fall when he should receive it, the shame hurt him, but that was not all, receiving such close treatment after his lack of respect made shame consume him.
Determined to give up that pose to ask for forgiveness and finally be able to show up, he began to move his arms, he would just put his hands on the bed and stand up leaning on it, teleport or use movement magic would be too disrespectful, what the demon did not take into account is that when he moved his arms the young man's hands abandoned his face and placed themselves on his wrists.
The demon was powerful, he was an archduke, a prince, a ruler, but in the face of that young man's grip he was nothing but his prey, and as much as that humiliated him as a powerful faction leader, it didn´t stop bothering him and that was even more humiliating.
—What´s your name?—The young man asked with a serious voice, his gaze also hardened.
—Beelzebub—He barely responded, the effort he made to not hesitate was monumental.
It was when he received his answer that the young man felt it, despite the nature of the situation and the sincerity with which spoke the man in front of him, he couldn´t help but feel an unpleasant sensation, every fiber of his being was shouting at him, they were demanding for him to out an end end to that dissatisfaction, that ´´Beelzebub´´ had lied to him and he knew it.
—I asked for your name—He said bringing his face a little closer and devouring all resistance with his oppressive look—Tell me.
—B-beelzebub—This time he could not help stammering a little, the presence of the young man, his look, his way of speaking, as he had grabbed him, was at his total mercy and could only respond to his demands.
Again he felt it, the repulsive feeling of being lied, Walfos hated lies but now he did it more because every time he heard one he would feel that feeling of inner bitterness, the young man wondered a third time about asking again, but that would be stupid, given the situation that guy shouldn't be able to lie, but he did, incomprehensibly he did.
—Boy, demons have no names, they only make themselves known by titles or by those given to them by their masters, that one there was servant of the fallen god but never received a name, that's why he had to call himself that way, although what he did has no validity, a demon can not give names, that's why you detect that he lies to you, because in reality he has no name—He explained with his thick voice.
—It's funny, the guy is a demon.... By the way, why does Dracula know this?—He asked himself.
—It seems that you have already discovered my name, as I imagine you also know the others.
—That does not answer my question.
—Well, let's say that if you have been a great lord you have certain privileged knowledge.
—How you like to show off.
—I might like it yes—He responded with his thick voice but with a carefree tone.
Given the answers he had been given by the Lord of the Night from his new home, also known as the mind of Walfos, this latest achievement came to the conclusion he wanted, in addition he was able to use his new ability, in addition to checking that it worked, the anger and indignation he had accumulated in a few seconds faded away from the lies faded and instead a warm smile bloomed on his face.
—I see, do you want a name?—He asked with his radiant smile.
Beelzebub was astonished at the young man's words, he had realized his situation, something no one else had done, once again he cried, his tears looked like tiny crystals and reflected the light beautifully.
—Yes, it is something I wish—He said resolutely.
—Very well, then abandon your past and accept your new name, from now on you will be Asmodeus.
—Yes my lord—He replied with ecstatic joy.
After that exchange of words the neck of the now named Asmodeus began to shine and at great speed a kind of black tattoo was formed, it was a W surrounded by stars of a blue color like that of murky waters, the mark extended from the right side of the neck to the shoulder, and the marks that reached up to the shoulder were stars that formed a constellation shaped like a spear.
—I can feel that something bad is about to happen, what have you omitted Dracula?!—He asked one of his tenants with concern.
—Well, you didn't really ask me about it, you just went on your own.
—I figured if something bad could happen about the name you'd tell me.
—Well, it's actually nothing bad-Sighed a voice—So stop complaining.
—Those answers so full of complaints and edgys can only be from you Zalieus—Walfos added.
—You know, discovering my name doesn´t mean anything.
—Now I have how to call you, Taramot is sleeping?
—I didn´t need to sleep when I was outside the sphere, why would I need it now?—He spoke after a moment of silence.
—Because you've lost all your powers and glory—He said suddenly with a serious but playful tone.
Walfos was about to hear the reply of an irritated Taramot, but he decided to ignore it to pay attention to the demon, he would have liked to ask those three what had passed to the demon further, but he felt that the explanation would be long, and with that guy by his side, he couldn't afford to spend a lot of time talking.
The demon that had been covered by a blinding light was revealed in its entirety, Walfos could then see the tattoo on his neck but not the whole of it because of Asmodeus's clothes, for the rest it remained the same, the same body, the same eyes, the same person whose wrists were being grabbed by him, that relieved the young man a little, even released his grip, but his comfort was totally shattered with Asmodeus first move.
The already liberated demon threw himself at him, Walfos was a master in many types of combat disciplines as he had passed tougher training than any athlete, but no matter how hard his strength and human techniques were strained they were not even close, nor at the whim of the imagination about being able to do something against that creature, surely they would not be of much use against others supernatural creatures....
The young man felt very angry at that moment, after everything he had done, the conclusions he had reached, the knowledge he had discovered, none of it would help if an impertinent and blinded barbarian threw himself at him, especially if he was stronger.
Filled with hatred and rage he faced his fate, but this was a little different than he had imagined, Asmodeus had not directed his efforts in an attack, but in a show of affection, he embraced Walfos but because of the force with which he had pushed himself towards him he fell into the bed, now the young man looked at the ceiling somewhat bewildered as Asmodeus embraced him and plunged his face into his chest with joy.
—Can you tell what are you doing?—He asked coldly, his resolve his hatred and his anger had just disappeared because of the absurdity of the situation.
—Don't be so cold with me, my lord, until a moment ago you had me and I didn't know what to do, but I'm glad it was with you—He said whispering.
—For some reason what you say sounds very bad, but I'll let it go—Granted with resignation—And well?
—I only show my emotions towards you, I have had a long existence in which suffering and loneliness were something very constant, something from day to day, but you have appeared with your imposing presence and your spirit of an emperor of chaos, You got care of me when I disrespected you and even gave me a name, I had already decided to serve you, but after this I don't even have to discuss it, ah—sighed with satisfaction—Look how beautiful W, is a trademark property that indicates the first letter of a name, Can I have the honor of hearing it?
—Walfos—He responded by looking at it with some weirdness—I don´t even know what I did, He said I´m his owner? If I were an exclave.... And the guy goes and throws himself at me, the goal was to make him trust me so that I could get all the information I wanted, but he says I own him!—He thought with disappointment—Well you have to look on the good side, if it belongs to me he will tell me what I want—When he thought of that part he turned his gaze to the demon only to find his face enraptured after hearing his name—This guy....
—Suffer!—Taramot exclaimed loudly.
—How old do you say you are?—He asked with indignation at the mockery of the Lord of Death, but his annoyance made him say it out loud.
—28 million, there are beings older than me, but most are dead—He replied with a smile.
—That's a lot, not bad....—He praised the age of Asmodeus—And my anti-lies sense says nothing, that´s some age over there—He thought this time for himself.
—Well, each of us has a lot more than that—Dracula said.
—Stop showing off!
—Very cold and enigmatic until we talked about the things you don't have and we did—Pronounced a satisfied Taramot.
—Is something wrong, sir?—Asmodeus interrupted Walfos's mental discussion.
—No.... But anyway I want to ask you something.
—What is it about?—He asked enthusiastically for his first order.
—Move—He said deadly serious.
—Eehhh?—Sighed with disappointment—The vampires have been with you a long time, I want to too.
—Is this demon a child?—He posed for himself in his mental space—But they are not like you.
—Oh—There was a little blush on his face—Thank you for the compliment, sir.
—It is not a compliment—He said at great speed and with a neutral tone.
—Okay, but before that I want to ask you, does Asmodeus mean anything? You know, something from your world, did you have a servant with that name?
—No, the only thing that means Asmodeus is that you are my property so move.
—Understood~—Accepted with satisfaction.
Asmodeus freed Walfos just as he had ordered him and got out of bed, Walfos did exactly the same, he didn´t wanted to lie there anymore, he was comfortable, but it was not his, besides, now that he saw the sheets of that bed were quite undone, which could lead to confusion, but the mere fact of ordering them by itself was so outrageous that he preferred to leave it alone and give an explanation.
—Asmodeus, do you know of any useful objects within your reach?—He asked with a perfectly hidden concern.
—I know of several, do you want to use them?
—That's right, when I got here I didn't do it with my equipment, so I want to replace it as soon as possible—Walfos was telling the truth, he didn't have any of the tools he used to use, but he didn't want anything like that, he wanted magical objects to protect him from ancestral beasts like that demon millions of years old.
—How impolite on the part of the sphere not to have brought you with your corresponding equipment, I apologize for it and for the very poor ritual that Bladshthirt must have performed, right now I will go to what you asked me, I will come back in a while—He complained and announced his plans quickly.
—All right, then go, I'll do other things in the meantime, I´ll probably not be in the room when you are back so look me up.
—As you wish—Walfos thought it was time to relax but the portal was re-formed and Asmodeus peeked a little—If you need me for anything call me and I'll show up—After those words he went back into the portal and this time it disappeared for real.
Now with the empty room Walfos was given the freedom to sigh heavily, he used all the force his throat had and even made sound crippling noise.
—Very well.... Dracula, we are in the castle of a vampire,aAny idea where to find clothes and objects? These people were very excited by my aura or I don't know what, but compared to how they were dressed I´m scum—He humbly recognized.
—Well, you've actually been lucky, I gave the castle to that duke who summoned you, so I know where things are, I'll give you a few pointers.
—Do you want something in return?
—Hm... I don't really have much choice but to help you, but if you want to give me something I won't turn down your kindness, it may sound like something very typical, but witches have always been very annoying, if you get to ascend make sure you punish them for their impertinence and annoying practices.
Once his not-so-necessary negotiation was over, Dracula led Walfos through the castle, pointing out passageways, traps, shortcuts.... places that even if he lived there he wouldn´t know they were there, Walfos even doubted halfway if that duke knew about their existence, the answer from Dracula was a solid ´´No´´, advancing through the building and dodging the necrophages finally arrived at a room hidden behind a painting of Dracula, it turned out that the painting would remain as a normal picture unless you took a whole tour of specific places, so it was a door that only presented itself to those who met the requirements, otherwise even if you broke the frame you would only find a wall.
That room was a simple place, it did not go beyond the aesthetics of a cubicle, the place was truly empty except for 4 blue fire torches that illuminated it and a small altar in which a music box rested.
—Make the song sound and you will get what you want—Dracula sentenced, his seriousness was clear, although his desire for that to happen was easily recognized.
Walfos responded in no other way than by moving towards the music box, the words were something left over at the time, slowly climbed the few small steps of the altar, raised his hands, grabbed the music box with his left and the right placed it on the crank, in that instant, before he could even activate it, he felt the corruption of that thing trying to overcome him.
Had I been deceived? It made no sense, he could detect lies and therefore knew with certainty that none of the 3 lords had the power to do anything, did they try to turn me into a puppet? It couldn´t be, if in the past and with all their power they had irremediably lost getting a human puppet was a terrible option.
Corruption continued to consume him, and just when Walfos thought it was his end again, everything stopped, something was happening, that cursed object was not being able to get hold of him.
—Oh! Wonderful young man! Wonderful! You really... The sphere did it! We managed to bring the right one!—He exclaimed with joy.
—Wasn't that something you already knew? Disgusting bitch—He said annoyed and worried.
—You see, I'll explain to you something about how curses and corruption work in this world, these dark forces are like pollution, they grab that which is pure and twist it into misery, that's why evil entities or whose insides are very twisted are not affected by certain curses or corruption, let's put a scale from 1 to 10, if a cursed sword representing a 2 wants to affect a person who is a 1 will, and truly will make it suffer, instead a twisted entity that is a 3 can benefit from the sword without problems since there is nothing that the sword can do to turn the creature into something more twisted and therefore all its negative effects will cease to function, the purpose of the sphere was to bring a perfect 10, that's why I brought you here, that music box is a cursed object represented in the numerical table as a 9, that's why only I and the other great ones could use it, each one is a 9 too, so the fact that you haven't been affected means you're a 9 or a 10, but judging by your mortal limitations you must be the 10 we were looking for, if you had been a 9 you would have suffered a little more, for this very same reason is that the others were impacted when they saw you, they have never been able to feel such an implacable presence—He explained with emotion, the satisfaction with which he said each of his words could be felt.
—You really talk a lot, but does this mean you're going to respect me more?
—We actually tried to respect you from the beginning, your attitude is the problem—Zalieus answered.
—Indeed, even though I whispered to make sure nothing will happen to you since you were human you only made fun of it, you should show more respect—Taramot added.
—It seems that we have made mistakes, we´ll leave them in the past.
—Now you're just taking the blame away using an inclusive plural—Dracula said with a neutral voice.
—But hey, let's see what that music box has to offer—He sentenced at the same time he started turning the crank.
The music box made a satisfactory metallic sound with each of the turns that Walfos gave him, when the latter considered that it was enough he withdrew his hand and set out to listen to the melody of the music box which was certainly surprising.
It was almost like a fusion, Walfos wanted to try to recognize a composer in each of the sounds that the box released, but he quickly realized that he wanted to seek a relationship with one of the great composers of music because he simply couldn't believe how sublime that melody was, with a resignation accepted in a good way by himself he set out to enjoy such a supreme work.
That music marked the beginning and the end, carried a compass of love and war, showed light and darkness, reached the highest tones, descended to the lowest, if that were to be the last music he heard he wouldn´t have problems, as no other creature would have, that must have been without a doubt the melody of the end of the world.
The music began to fade until there was not a trace of its glorious existence, after which the box began to open revealing a ring with a ruby as a precious stone, It reflected a sinister red and by the intensity of its color it seemed to have blood inside.
Without a word, Walfos picked up the ring and placed it on the index finger of the right hand and then observed it pleased, although he did not let himself go, it was not the time to start having delusions of grandeur just for having obtained a ring.
No more to do in the room grabbed again left the music box on the altar and left the room, went out through the same picture that he entered and at the time of his return were the 3 vampires, all of them had abandoned their chores to go there, Walfos did not doubt it for a moment, they must have listened to the music, that beautiful music, maybe he could not corrupt it, but certainly stop listening to it was already a curse.
—Lord Walfos!—All three exclaimed at the same time.
—No need to be so surprised, I only went for one thing—Announced at the same time that showed his index finger.
—That is....—Svan uttered hardly.
—The Crimson Agony—Heikerms sentenced.
—My grandfather's ring, It was here all this time.... But he told me that even if I found it, I wouldn't touch it that it would consume me.
—Is it not obvious?—He interrupted the duke-It was only necessary to be at his level.... it is also worth—He added to increase the expectation of his audience.
The vampires watched as the pedestal of Walfos rose again, his aura, his plans, his opinions, the help that he was going to give them and now this, in case there was even one doubt, the young man had just shown himself to be on the same level.... or more than Dracula, from the bottom of the heart of these creatures arose a small desire, of those who although not fulfilled are kept with hope, Walfos said that his title was devil, but did not say his race, would he be a vampire? That creature belonged to their race would make them feel closer, not even a full day had passed, but they were already determined to profess loyalty.
—By the way, we still need to hurry, why is Heikerms still here?
—Oh yes, I was securing the territory, normally I would have gone straight there, but it's likely to be intercepted along the way, so I was thinking about what the best route would be and creating decoys.
—I see.... Certainly, even if soldiers were sent directly to the castle gates that does not mean that they have not secured the perimeter, and that is worrying, the plan to send the corpses would soon fail-He said somewhat irritated—Well, we will have to hunt them too.
—Sir, even if Bladshthirt and I march I don't think we can finish with everyone, when they see us they will flee in very varied directions.
—That is why you will not do it alone, Asmodeus! appear!
The 3 vampires instantly understood Walfos's intentions, what he wanted was to summon one of his subordinates to help them, it made sense, the vampires also thought it would be a good occasion to see the kind of servants their new leader has.
In an unoccupied space of the ground a pentagram was formed which began to rotate as a circle of hellish fire formed and from this arose the creature that had been called, the first reaction of the duke the count and the herald was to think Beelzebub?
—I´ll take the opportunity to tell you what-
—¡My lord!—Asmodeus came with speed towards Walfos and stood in front of him showing several bags—I've brought a bit of everything, I hope you like it, I can help you to change if you want and-
Before Asmodeus uttered one more word he received a small blow to the head from Walfos, that achieved two things, the first that Asmodeus shut up, the second that he began to rub his head, Although the blow had not hurt, he liked to notice that his master had touched him.
—As I was saying, Beelzebub had no name, or well, he had but he had put it on himself, so you will know that it meant nothing, that's why I named him Asmodeus.
The answer was blunt and did not leave much doubt, the fact that Beelzebub, now Asmodeus wanted to become a servant of a dark lord was something they already knew, besides he had risked his magic to summon him, So he would have given himself up to him wasn't a surprise, although Walfos realizing that wasn't his name and naming him was a bit surprising as well.
—Now I'll go see what use I give to the objects you've brought me—Walfos was about to thank you, but in view of the fact that he had liked the coup and how impertinent it had been not to let him finish speaking it would not be necessary—Bladshthirt and Svan finish with the corpses and Heikerms your watch that there is no movement in the area, if you do so, let them know and they start moving, Asmodeus you must accompany them to prevent them from escaping, try to catch them alive, but if you see that they can opt for some type of telepathic communication and do not hesitate to avoid or kill them, After that we'll send the undead and we'll go with the dragons, understand?
—Perfectly—The duke replied.
—Don't you want me to help you with your clothes while they do the things with the corpses?— Asmodeus asked enthusiastically.
—No, you have to accompany Heikerms, if something changes in the place you´ll be the first to move.
Asmodeus accepted resigned and all began with their tasks, Walfos on the other hand left for the Duke's room, as it was in which more time had passed and where the sphere was and began to wonder what kind of objects should be equipped, he could try to see that world as a video game, he would be a level 1 and the others would be varied, because he needed to place only the best items to solve his problems, it is well known that a low level or an inexperienced player can defeat the best if he has total superiority in objects and if so, he could get the best items with any side effects, besides, they couldn't be stolen because there shouldn't have been any other 10 in the world who could stand everything he was going to wear.