Robert stirred slowly, his eyes fluttering open as he emerged from the depths of sleep. A soft groan escaped his lips, he stretched his arms above his head, feeling the muscles loosen. His neat hair now tousled, he blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of his dreams. A yawn broke the silence, he rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the sunlight penetrating through the tent's cloth. He opened up the system anything good it had for him.
[Congratulation on your first evolution]
[Reach lv. 30 for the next evolution]
[As a demon you have received new set of skills]
[Instant regeneration]
[Demon sight]
[Empathic perception: the ability to sense and understand the emotions and intentions of others]
[Infernal Pact: a binding agreement made with a demonic or infernal entity]
He continued to look around the tent to see if their was any thing to have a lead on who this bandits worked for, turning around their she was, eyes red and swollen from hours of tears, the skin around her puffy and raw. Tear tracks streaked her cheeks, etched deeply by the constant flow of sorrow. Her hair was a disheveled mess, clinging to her damp skin in tangled strands. Each breath she took was shaky, her chest heaving with the effort to calm the sobs.
Looking at her torn garment he noticed the dry blood between her legs. She held her head down as if she was ashamed, "are you not going to be for help?" Robert asked turning around " that's fine with me" heading towards the exit, in a shaky voice, broken and hoarse, barely in a whisper she said "no please don't leave me here."
Satisfied with his victory, Robert's movements were sharp and deliberate. In one swift motion, he spun around, his torn coat billowing out dramatically behind him. His eyes narrowed as he completed the turn, locking onto his target with an intense, piercing gaze. The corners of his mouth curled into a confident smirk, every inch of his posture exuding defiance and purpose. The dramatic flair in his turn was impossible to miss, as if he had just stepped out of a heroic scene in a movie.
He spoke with a soft, calming voice, his tone gentle but unmistakably authoritative. "spread your legs," he said, his words wrapped in cold. "i mean it's only fare if your captures had their piece of cake so its only natural to give some to your savior."
In defeat she spread her legs slowly as she said to herself 'What's the point anymore? Nothing ever changes, and I'm just tired of fighting.' Robert's serious look piercing and focused. His eyes, usually calm, became intense and unwavering, reflecting a sharp intelligence. His brows knit together slightly, adding to the gravity of his expression. There's a hint of sternness in his gaze, a clear signal that he means business. His lips form a straight line, devoid of any hint of a smile. The overall effect is one of cold, calculated precision, making it clear he was dead serious.
He knelt down with a solemn expression, every movement deliberate and full of intent. His arms encircled her in a firm embrace, conveying strength. His face was close to hers, and he spoke in a serious low tone "you have to keep on fighting." There was a sense of gravity in his actions, a deep understanding of the importance of the moment.
She felt a sharp metallic hiss behind her as the ropes loosened its grip around her wrist. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of sorrow and gratitude as she looked up at Robert. Tears streamed down her cheeks, glistening in the light. Her lips trembled slightly, and her breath hitched with emotion. Despite the tears, there was a spark of hope in her gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the support she was receiving. Her expression was a poignant blend of vulnerability and resilience, each tear a testament to the depth of her feelings.
Robert pushed aside the tent flap with a casual flick of his hand, not bothering to glance back. His steps were steady and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. His posture was relaxed, shoulders loose, and there was a certain nonchalance in the way he moved. He didn't pause to check if anyone was following him. The world outside the tent could have been chaos, but he walked away with an air of indifference, seemingly detached from whatever he was leaving behind.
Just as he was about to leave the area, the girl stopped him. Using the torn parts of her dress to cover her Genital area. Her voice was hoarse and cracked, each word a struggle to push out. The prolonged crying had taken its toll, leaving her throat raw and her tone weak. There was a tremble when she said "please sir don't leave me here", an unsteady quiver that betrayed the depth of her emotions. It was a quiet, almost raspy sound, filled with exhaustion and vulnerability. Each word was laced with the remnants of sobs, making her sentences choppy and uneven.
Robert turned his head slowly, eyes narrowing as they settled on the lady. There was no warmth in his gaze, only an icy detachment that sent a chill through the air. His expression was hard, devoid of emotion, as if she was just another obstacle in his path. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his body language exuded a sense of indifference.
Robert approached the girl, "your family?" at least that was what he could do to help her, the girl shook her head still her voice trembly "i'm an orphan" she answered back "okay...what about the orphanage?" she looked down "i was raised in the streets...but the person who raised me died that's when i was taken by the owner of a brothel down town...and this was my first job."
He sat on the rough bark of the fallen tree. His posture was relaxed, shoulders slightly slumped yet serene. His eyes were fixed on the sky above, where dark clouds gathered ominously, casting shadows over the dense foliage. Despite the looming storm, a sense of calm and relief washed over his face. His expression was one of quiet confidence and tranquility, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips.
As the wind rustled the leaves around him, he took a deep breath, savoring the earthy scent of the forest. " i give you the power to fight for yourself and you work for me" he said. "And how will you do that?." The words were soft, barely audible, but they carried the weight of her newfound hope "no need to worry i have all i need here."
The purple flame flickered and danced on Robert's hand, casting an eerie glow that illuminated his surroundings with an unsettling beauty. The flame was a deep, rich violet, its edges tinged with hues of black and indigo. It burned with a strange, ethereal intensity, seeming almost alive as it pulsed and shifted. The light it emitted was both captivating and ominous, hinting at the immense power contained within. The shadows around Robert seemed to quiver in response to the flame, as if drawn to its otherworldly energy.
Robert stood before her, his presence overwhelming, with shadows swirling around him like a living aura. He extended a hand, and from his fingertips, tendrils of shadow began to stretch out towards her. The shadows pulsed with a deep, eerie purple glow, casting an otherworldly light on her face.
The shadows wrapped around her, coiling like serpents. As they made contact with her skin, she felt a surge of power unlike anything she had ever known. The darkness seeped into her, merging with her very essence.
Her eyes closed as the power flowed through her, transforming her from within. She could feel the shadows binding with her, granting her the ability to control them at will. When she opened her eyes, they glowed with the same ominous purple light that emanated from Robert.
He withdrew his hand, and the shadows retreated, leaving her standing there, changed. "from today on wards you are born new your name is Dolores as to remind you your pain and the end of it."
[A pact has been sealed with Dolores]