Walfos looked in the mirror again, it was too much, too many details, too many accessories, too many layers of clothing.... At this rate it would appear that it was the clothes the ones who were wearing him, resigned he took off the extravagant suit he was wearing and continues to check on the others.
According to Walfos, the work of Asmodeus had been excellent, he had brought him the variety he expected and, if that were not enough, had placed a label on each of the objects and clothing which described its function.
The newly discarded ´´Judge's Suit´´ granted advantages such as resistance to slashing, piercing and bludgeoning damage as well as resistance to the sacred and immunity to poisons, but those resistances were not his primary function, the wearer could accuse someone of something while wearing the suit, as long as the accusation made some sense with respect to the accused individual, then he would not only suffer serious disadvantages in attempting to attack the wearer, but also the bearer could know where that individual is at all times, but, the maximum number of defendants were 3.
Walfos saw great use in that suit, but seeing how pretentious it was to wear it, a lot of gold and white too much for him, and that the whining voices in his head kept telling him it was a medium quality item forced him to keep looking for.
—You are the worst—Said the young man.
—No, that suit is the worst—Counter claimed Zalieus.
—It may be the worst for you, it seems that if you don´t carry at least legendary artifacts you begin to complain—He argued with security about the thing he was saying.
—Well, you're supposed to be like us now—Announced a carefree Dracula.
—Well, that's true, have you heard Taramot? We are close friends.
—Acquaintances united by a target—Declared the Lord of Death.
—However.... Ah, there are many things here.
—Look on the bright side, you already have the underwear—Zalieus said with a sarcastic optimism.
—Yes, well.... I didn´t expect these—He indicated at the same time that he was looking at his new underwear.
The underpants and socks he was wearing were a dark blue color and had no remarkable detail in terms of design, as far as abilities were concerned they made the wearer resistant to cold, faster, it gave him the ability to magically charm a creature 3 times a day and finally increased his agility and reflexes.
—There are more useful ones, but since they give you resistance to cold and make you faster, now, if we find a decent clothing that gives you could also resistance to cold you could get immunity to that problematic element—Taramot explained.
—I knew you cared about me—Before Walfos finished speaking Taramot assured that was obvious, because in the end he had to replace them, but the young man continued to speak—And that you wanted me as your closest friend.
—Stop saying stupid things and continue to try on your costumes!—He exclaimed with anger.
—Yes, yes, I´m going—He replied in a tired tone.
After those words Walfos continued his extensive search for a suit of good skills and not very unpleasant appearance, because what was there was either very cool but normal or very horrible but decent, if he were in a video game he wouldn't mind dressing up like a weirdo, but there was an image to maintain.
His exhaustive search ended when he found the simplest suit in appearance but useful, these were long trousers and T-shirt of a cloudy blue color which were accompanied by a blue trench coat and boots of the same color, without paying much attention to his effects Walfos decided to try it on, at least he wanted to see himself in the mirror dressed in something he would really wear.
Satisfied by the image that formed before him he stretched the label of the trench coat and began to read what clothes those were as well as his skills.
The set was referred to as the ´´Grim Reaper suit´´ and bestowed a variety of abilities, first of all making it possible for the wearer to pass through all kinds of materials along with the objects he carried, things like doors and walls, It also gave him the ability to become invisible and to release darkness in a large radius, making the wearer in the darkness resistant to all possible types of damage and out of it resistant to the 3 elements: Fire, cold and lightning. Regardless of where the carrier was, he'd be immune to poison. The speed of the wearer increased enormously and could not be affected by any difficult terrain, plus the wearer could teleport to any place with shadows he could see or feel, the costume had even more abilities, but those were the main ones.
—Is decided, I stay with this one—Said a victorious Walfos.
—A suit for resistant killers, I see you're not looking for a suit with great skills—Zalieus said somewhat disappointed.
—What for? Yeah, I could pick that one over there—He pointed to a suit called ´´Dark Aurora´´— and throw meteors and fly and other stuff, but at the end of the day if I get hit by one of my attacks it'll be over and by the time my rival knows how to counter it it's over too, that's why I prefer this one, it gives me the mobility and stamina I want.
—That's true, now that I think about it, you are very resistant now, aren't you?—Dracula asked.
—Well... Right now I should be immune to poison and cold as well as resistant to fire and lightning, although if I choose the half moon pendant I can increase that—He explained thoughtfully.
—´´If I choose´´, won't you?—The lord of the night asked with intrigue.
—No, the immunites I can get will have no use if at the end of the day I´m just a human, if I have to face someone there may be attacks that won´t reach me, but a well-given blow and it will be the end, that's why I must increase my vitality, with this—Announced at the same time that grabbed a pendant that had as a symbol a golden heart—according to the label is called unflinching heart, it is able to make a creature greatly increase its vitality as well as get some kind of regeneration, or in other words, it will increase my HP a lot.
—HP?—Zalieus asked reluctantly.
—Don't bother, it will be something of his world, he understands, but he will not strive to make us understand it—Taramot said.
—I feel hostility coming from you, but quiet, it's a simple thing, if I had 10 of HP it would mark my vitality, a normal attack sent to me by a fucking monster, won´t be different even if I can resist it or not, in conclusion even if I resist it I will burst, now, if I take this—He said at the same time that he was putting the pendant and hiding the symbol under the black T-shirt—My HP should increase a lot, so it shouldn´t be a problem.
—That's right, so we can say your value is.... 300? You´re lucky, anyone else that looked for the same objects would find the problem of not being capable of carrying so many and of such good quality objects at the same time—Zalieus said with some dismay.
—You don't have to be so angry, we're on the same team, remember?
—Don't overthink it, knowing that he himself could not do it must be painful—Sentenced Dracula with a neutral tone.
—You're jealous too, aren't you?—asked a disappointed Taramot.
The 3 great lords began to discuss that matter at the same time that Walfos finished fitting the clothes he had just put on, it was really comfortable, well, all the clothes he had put on were, maybe it was because of the magic involved, but at least he could say that this one was comfortable and decent in design.
Now all that was missing was the weapon he would use, although the crimson agony seemed to have very interesting and useful benefits physical, mentally and magically speaking, he did not possess the bite nor the claws nor the magic of a vampire, so it would be better to look for a weapon to replace it, at first Walfos thought of a halberd, a versatile weapon in combat, but quickly changed his mind and opted for daggers, despite all the fantasy implicit in what he was doing he had to remember that fighting face to face against his opponents wasn´t something he was going to do, the daggers were discreet, easy to keep and a weapon he already handled well, so there was no need to complicate, besides, the suit he was wearing was ideal for that kind of weapon.
Walfos searched for a while and without the help of that trio, first had to check the weapons that Asmodeus had brought, separate them according to whether he was interested or not and then evaluate the abilities that the labels showed, despite all that this time it was easier for him to choose.
When he chose suits he had to look at many skills, maybe one suit made him more resilient, but another made him more agile and faster, maybe one allowed him to use a powerful skill and another allowed him to use weaker skills but more times, evaluating all of that was a pain, but the weapons were another case, he only had to look at their main ability and the damage they could do, Asmodeus classified them as: Painful, very painful and deadly.
Despite those categories that made everything a little easier there were still problems, painful weapons had many more abilities to compensate for the damage they did not have while the others had a single decent ability and a few weak to compensate for their great damage, it really seemed that some kind of moderator had imposed balance on the weapons, but on second thought, surely the logic behind that balance was that a weapon could not do everything and therefore this variety was created, to choose between the most convenient.
Since Walfos didn't want to waste any more time on his decisions, he reviewed only the Mortal-grade daggers and decided on a pair named ´´Last Words´´, it was a simple thing, a lot of damage, poison, some other magical effect and the ability to make the hitted creature unable to speak for a while. As for the design one of the daggers was red and the other blue, thanks to the color difference it was easy to recognize which one could make each magical effect since the red could throw and control fire as well as the blue did the same but with water, for the rest they had a large hilt as well as a curved edge.
—Feels good to be superior to someone who has worked only for your advantageous position—He stated at the same time that he was beginning to stretch.
—Are you serious?- Taramot asked in order to escape the discussion.
—No, but well, it's not my situation, if they had invoked anyone else it would have been stronger than me, I'm just putting myself at the level I should be—Assured confident.
—Well, as long as you don't trust yourself too much it's okay.
—You really love me, don't you?
—I worry about me, which is different.
—I see, you don't have to accept it now.
—Agh—Sighed—Anyway, grab that sword handle.
Walfos went straight for the handle that rested on the bed next to other objects, but then he thought that Taramot couldn´t point out and had not specified how it was besides that he had no way of knowing what he meant since there was variety, anyway he grabbed the right one, it seemed like his mental relationship had its uses, he didn't need many specs, the same people in his head could give him information.
—I saw that one once, is the sword of the mist, usually presented as a hilt, but depending on who uses it forms a smoke around it that condenses and forms its edge, is the ideal weapon for you since the power of its edge depends on your interior plus if you are not using it will be a hilt which you could put on your belt or if you keep it well in your pocket—explained the lord of death.
—I see, it seems quite useful—He replied while simultaneously placed the hilt on his belt.
—Aren't you going to try it?—He asked confused.
—I don´t need, I trust what you have said, besides that I can know if you lie to me, and that if something bad happens to me you are fucked, but above all I trust you—Announced with a funny tone.
—Oh that there is a good sword!—Dracula exclaimed.
—Is that your way of escaping an argument?—Zalieus asked.
—Well, it's the same as our colleague's.
—Well, well, now is not the time to argue, in fact, it is time to behold because I will continue with my things to do, wish me luck—Said the young man at the same time that placed the edge of his daggers in special pockets that had his new T-shirt on the sides, that way it would be easy to draw them furthermore, they couldn´t be seen thanks to the trench coat.
The three dark beings eventually surrendered to Walfos words, because in truth, that was what they had to do, observe his advances and intervene when it was really necessary for his bet on the future to move forward, but it just so happened that when they tell you what to do when you already know it, it bothers you a little.
Well equipped and with things to do Walfos set out to leave the room, the objects he didn´t use were picked up and put in the bags so he could take them to Asmodeus, the young man wanted to go through the walls, and he could have sworn that if it hadn't been for the bags he wouldn't have touched the stairs, he would have walked from one floor to another across the floor and then reached his destination through the doors, he wouldn't have walked through the walls, he would have walked through the doors as a sign of might, to show the most exaggerated possible ´´I can and I don't want´´ but it couldn't be.
Despite his disappointment Walfos came out of the room and walked down the stairs with dignity towards the main hall where he had left the others, once there missing the presence of Heikerms, but observed that there were new tenants, judging by their costumes they were all magicians, 9 in total.
—¡Walfos~!—Asmodeus sang and then threw himself at him, this time Walfos could avoid him, the young man would have been glad if it wasn't because that demon was only playing, his real speed must have been much higher.
—Sir—The two vampires said at the same time they bowed a little.
—I see that you bring-
—Betrayers! You ruined everything for a fool!—Rebuked a magician who was tied and lying in the ground-
Asmodeus, who had already recovered after having launched, looked at the magician with a frosty look, the vampires looked at him without any compassion, it seemed that at any moment one of the 3 would destroy him.
—Ha, ha, ha....—Laughed the young man slowly to the surprise of everyone else—Was this guy one of the problems?
—Sir, it really is a-
—You don't understand—He interrupted Svan and dropped the bags to the ground—I said he was—He began to approach the magician lying on the floor, then pulled the hilt off his waist—Why would we care about what he was and what he could never be?—He sentenced to then place the end of the hilt in the magician´s mouth and activate his ability, the magician was consumed by a lot of black smoke, as if it were a flaming rose it blackened and from the darkness came golden flashes as well as a smoke with an unpleasant smell, in the end only a blackish charcoal remained.
The other magicians watched in terror what had just happened, they had lost their speech, or so they believed, they didn´t want to open their mouths to try proving it, that young man would destroy them, on the other hand the vampires also watched him astonished, what a way to assert dominance, finally, Asmodeus was enchanted, he thought it was beautiful.
—You know, we need some information, the gentleman there—pointed to the charred remains—Not only was he not very kind, but he didn't seem to have let us talk calmly, now that he's been silenced.... I will ask you please to answer the questions of my dear vampires, if you do there will be no need to silence you, I can assure you that it can happen in many ways and I always like to innovate—He explained under the watchful eye of everyone in the room—Is it okay?—He asked with a calm tone.
The magicians went on saying nothing, their pleading look was all it took to know their answer, they wanted to live, they didn't want to suffer and especially with that guy who seemed to have the macabre key to the doors of the most horrifying torture, Bladshthirt and Svan understood the situation and began to take the magicians, a magician in each hand and the others were levitated.
—Wouldn't it be better for them to walk?—Walfos asked.
—With all due respect—The duke began—There are spells that can be conjured with the movement of the feet, so it could be dangerous.
—Oh.... But it will be faster, besides, my dear tenants, you would not run away or cause any damage, would you? You know that I would follow you to the end of the world to meet you—the last words were whispered with a macabre hue at the same time that from his eyes a crimson flash arose as his ring shone.
Once again the magicians didn´t speak, the terror was too much, but the vampires again understood the situation and untied their feet to walk, what a terrifying leader the vampires thought, it is not necessary to limit the abilities of the adversary, their threats were all that was needed, that really made them happy.
Bladshthirt and Svan left with the magicians to another room to begin their interrogation while Walfos sat on one of the steps he had walked down, once on it he stretched out and left his feet hanging, he had lain on the stairs, those stairs extended all over the place, it was somewhat more exaggerated than the stairs of the hall of the mansions, but well, that was a castle, not a mansion, Asmodeus observed the movements of Walfos with attention.
—Come on, come closer—Said a carefree Walfos.
Asmodeus smiled and walked down the stairs beside Walfos, also sitting on them, but Asmodeus did not lie down.
—You have done a good job—He said—The equipment you have provided me is quite useful.
—I have only been the bridge, sooner or later you would have gotten it, in addition, you carrying so many objects only shows your abilities, I am honored to have been of use.
—Yes.... not bad at all.
—So.... Can you please?—He asked seriously.
—Hm? What's going on?
—You know, you said that if I asked pleasently enough....
It was at that very moment that Walfos recalled the situation in which he had been involved as soon as he arrived at that place, typical of his carefree personality he told that demon that if he asked him pleasently enough he would pet his head, and now the ghosts of the past had returned to haunt him.
—Well, I guess I can't say no, besides, I guess you deserve it for your work—He said at the same time that he sat down again on a step and pointed his right hand at the head of the demon to later caress it.
—Oh, what a sensation....—He said at the same time that a blush formed on his face and touched his cheeks with both hands.
—What are you thinking of Asmodeus?—He asked accusingly.
—In the beauty of those golden glimmers of hope, when they were consumed by your darkness I thought I would collapse again, you are very little considerate to me.
—Isn't that your fault?
—It could be.... If you look at it like that, all I have to do is being with you all the time to get used to it—He firmly sentenced.
—What?
—In meetings, in walks, in your throne room, in the bathtub to assist you, in bed if you want to-
—Enough—He said at the same time that he was removing his hand from the head of Asmodeus—Go save the objects.
—Okay—Conceded defeated—Do you want some specific place?—He asked with a more serious tone.
—One that is accessible to you and me but not to anyone else, I cannot allow such valuable objects to be found by someone and much less stolen.
—Then it will be our little secret—He placed the index finger of his right hand on his lips and rose to pick up the bags.
—As has to be it will be—Said a tired Walfos.
It had been a few minutes after the departure from the castle that Heikerms had had, to have had to wait for the capture of those magicians was undoubtedly a great waste of time in what to move to deliver a message, Asmodeus's spell to make the key work had been very powerful and it seemed that everyone had noticed, thus, despite the fact that his new leader had put into practice a small plan to delay the reaction of his enemies and despite the magicians having already been captured, the herald could not avoid spending all the necessary means to arrive with the dragons as soon as possible.
Luckily for Heikerms the demons were already on their side, so the only territory he had to go to to deliver a message was that of the dragons, his closest neighbors, in just under an hour Heikerms arrived at the mountain palace marking the end of his journey.
Dragons were curious and temperamental beings, that's why they like to have a base that reflects who they are and that has the maximum possible similarities to their being, although if you find their presence and power exposed to a territory for a long time that is enough to change it, now, the leader of the dragon faction had a different way of thinking.
His residence was formed by a mountain range inside which housed many dragons, the center of that palace was a volcano and this was the leader's personal room, Heikerms thought to go there directly, but given the situation he decided to follow all the protocols to get to the place as quietly and normally as possible.
Heikerms met several dragons and their pseudo-draconic servants, who were smaller but just as dangerous, his justifications were simple, Beelzebub and Bladshthirt had something to communicate to their leader and to give more importance to the messages of two such important figures added that it was a matter closely linked to the Dragsna an ancient and very relevant tradition for those creatures.
Without much objection the dragons let pass the hasty Heikerms, who besides having the important message for which they would let it pass, was also a herald who had delivered countless messages throughout the world, by simple professional respect and what their presence meant they would let it go.
It was not long before Heikerms was planted on a piece of rock balcony from which one could see the interior of the volcano, the vampire calmed down a little first and then decided to do what they had sent him for.
—Drahjsda! I am the herald Heikerms and I bring news!—He shouted loudly.
From one moment to the next the volcano began to destabilize, it was almost as if it were about to erupt, but it was not lava that drove out, from the hottest pits emerged a gargantuan red dragon, He placed his head high enough to appreciate with his eyes the rocky balcony on which Heikerms stood.
—Do you have to do with that cataclysm I felt? Heikerms! Tell your master that the council has already decided, we are rational and respectful beings, tell him to abandon the practices he is carrying out before it is too late!—He rebuked with a severe and powerful tone.
—Do you want me to tell him to stop? With all due respect there´s nothing in this world that can stop him!—He replied in the same tone.
—Do you really think that Bladshthirt-
—It's not about Bladshthirt or anyone you know.
—Don't tell me you have....—He stopped and start thinking about the worst.
—That's right, we called it! We informed him of the situation and he wants to help us, his aura has no equal and his abilities have no limit, as soon as I told him who had supported his call he could not help wanting to meet you as he did with Beelzebub who is now his loyal servant and receives the name of Asmodeus.
—Idiot! And you think that's enough? 5 factions are against, do you want a conflict to break out?!
Drahjsda seemed angry, but Heikerms could not help smiling, as he saw the truth, that dragon wanted to put all the cons on him so that he would talk more about Walfos, because that dragon also wanted to meet him, because he wanted to know what the mighty dark lord would do against the opposing factions, a lover of war and slaughter, that was the lying dragon.
—No, I'm sure the Lord will be able to make them reconsider, but well, as everyone will know, something has happened, so you'd better meet him as soon as possible, I assure you won't regret it.
—All right, Heikerms, I'll give you a chance, he can come anytime because I'll be waiting for him, just tell him not to get to confident, I won't have compassion.
—My dear Drahjsda, I will be sure to ask the Lord to be kind to you—He sentenced with a vain and malevolent smile that let his fangs see well, after those words the volcano went into a small eruption and Heikerms left quickly.
—May he be kind?! I want to see him!—The dragon shouted with emotion.
If he could meet his superior, nothing would make him happier, since he has always been victorious no matter what the situation was, he joined the other factions in order to be able to participate in the great war to find his superior and accepted the plan of that duke because he wanted them to invoke his superior, Drahjsda burns with emotion to know the one who can give him the emotion he so much desires.