After a week of the whole bloodbath incident, everything was hectic since the demonic cultists' attack. The existence of the cult was already public knowledge, but it was still unbelievable for the cult to act brazenly like that.
But all's well ends well, Marc said. He didn't care that much since he felt it wasn't going to affect the plot. He took a ride on a carriage headed to Silion city, since he didn't have to pay for all he did was kill some monsters in the way. Marc was now able to feel okay about killing humans. "Survival of the fittest" he said.
"That's hella right, boy"; a voice boomed in his head. Screaming out loud before realizing the horse handler was looking at him weirdly, he apologized shyly while searching for the source of the voice.
"Oh, stop looking 'cause you ain't finding me there", the voice continued. Now Marc was worried; he wasn't connected to any master who could do telepathy or sound transmission, so he might now be going mad from the effects of the cursed tool.
Resigning to his fate and making a mental note to use the tool less.
"You are not going mad you f*cker, and of course I am real", the voice continued. "I am the devil who was trapped in that wretched thing. Those f*ckers peeled my face off and crafted a mask with it", said the voice in rage. The only thing that came out of Marc's mouth was, "damn! You are ugly".
"What the f*ck did you say", fuming the voice shouted out loud.
Well, the only reason Marc wasn't terrified of a devil in his body was because he stopped trying to use his earth's mentality to face situations like this; you just have to roll with it.
Now Marc was curious about the origin of the devil and the same could be said about the devil. Marc started the conversation first, "who are you" he said. "I would also like to know the same question", it replied.
Marc knew this conversation was going nowhere, so he said "I am Marc, an adventurer, and that is all". "Lies", the devil interjected, "I looked through your memory, and I could see you have led two lives, but the first life has a lot of holes in the memory. Also, you resisted me when I tried to take over your body which could only be possible if you have a strong mentality or special blood, and you, my friend, have none of that", the voice said mockingly.
Marc was offended and worried at the same time that he was almost possessed. "No you f*cker you were possessed, but only for a teeny-weeny bit of time", said the devil while laughing.
"So what do you want with me", Marc asked seriously wanting to know the answer to his question badly. "Well, you bonded with me, so I'm kinda stuck with you for now", the devil replied honestly, with no trickery or hidden meaning to his words.
"Now?" Marc asked. "Yeah, now, after that, I'm gonna possess that body and unleash chaos while I have my revenge on those f*ckers", laughing maniacally while saying those words.
Marc looked at the devil with suspicion and asked the devil to introduce itself.
"Well! Where is my manners? I'm ... I'm hmm, it seems I don't remember my name"; Marc imagined the devil sticking out its tongue foolishly while ending his statement.
"So if you can't remember your name, do you still remember the targets of your vengeance?" Marc asked, "no, but I could feel it, you dum dum", replied the devil. Marc immediately facepalmed thinking himself the idiot for almost expecting an answer from this bafoon of a devil.
"Hey, I could f*cking hear that a**hole!" The devil shouted. So he could hear my thoughts huh," well duh!!" The devil snarkyly replied.
"Well, I just can't call you devil all the time, so we have to think of a name for you". The devil in Marc's mental space felt all jolly for getting a name for some reason, but didn't express it. The list went on and on maybe hours, until they both settled on one name.
"How about Diablo?" Marc asked, almost defeated.
"Would you look at that, I kinda like this name". Diablo it is, it answered.