Zach let out a loud belch as he finished the roast boar that Taro had graciously caught for him.

  It was the evening after the pair had escaped the clutches of the Devil Knights, entirely thanks to Demon Lord’s body having the ability to block all forms of magic.

  They’d walked all night and most of the next day and managed to get far enough away from the Dungeon for Taro to feel somewhat at ease.

  Finding a somewhat covered place to lay low from Ikasan’s drones they found an abandoned fortress. Despite Taro’s trepidations, they had set up a large campfire that Zach had managed to find in his inventory.

  “Can’t believe the stuff in here sometimes. Seriously, who keeps all this junk in their inventory?” Zach asked as he poked through the seemingly never ending menus.

  “The Demon Lord apparently.” Taro shrugged. He’d gotten used to talking to Zach for the most part, but the uncanniness of staring the face of all evil down while arguing who would win in a fight of a children's comic book had been getting to him somewhat.

  Zach suddenly turned to look down the road.

  “What?!” Taro asked, grabbing his sword. Zach said nothing, putting his finger up to silence Taro.

  “Traders, they’re talking about… ooh mince meat… ale. I should see if I have any coins in here.” Zach nodded as he reopened his inventory, Taro letting out a sigh of relief.

  “Oh good, luckily it’s just some humans… Who’ll see the hero, with the demon lord… Eating roast boar together…” Taro said slowly before panicking again as he heard the traders approach himself.

  “You need to hide, now!” Taro hissed as he shoved Zach into a nearby broken tower.

  “Hey what’s that for?!” Zach asked, annoyed as he tried to walk out from behind the tower. Taro shoved him back and pushed him against the wall.

  “YOU’RE THE DEMON LORD REMEMBER?! I can’t be seen with you looking like that.” Taro whispered as the light of the trading caravan started to shine on the path. Zach frowned.

  “Fine, get me a pie and booze.”

  “You just ate.”

  “I’m the Demon Lord, I need a lotta food.” Zach smirked as he grabbed a sack of coins from his inventory.

  Taro sighed and took the coins, sitting back by the fire as he waited for the traders to arrive, Zach poking his head from behind the crumbling wall before looking at his hands.

  “I could probably do some magic to sort this, but it’s probably gonna mean I use up my last magic potion for it… Surely I can figure out some other way to disguise myself later.” Zach thought to himself as he heard Taro stop the traders.

  “Oh Cedrick! We heard you had entered the Demon Realm! What are you doing here?” One of the traders remarked, surprised at finding the world famous hero on a path in the middle of nowhere.

  “Aha! Well you see, I’ve actually just escaped the vile clutches of the Devil Knights, narrowly having slain the Demon Lord with my legendary blade!” Taro, slipping into his Cedrick persona, announced with a heroic candor as he puffed out his chest.

  “Weird, does he talk to everyone like that?” Zach mused as he poked his head from outside the wall as sneakily a 2 meter tall demon man could.

  “My word! Does that mean the Demon Army has been defeated?” The other merchant remarked in shock. The older merchant squinted in Zach’s direction, seeing the outline of horns poking out from behind the corner but not quite able to make them out in the darkness.

  “Well, in time. Without their leader they shall surely fall!” Cedrick proclaimed, hitting his chest proudly as Zach quickly swivelled back around the wall to hide.

  “We must spread news of this posthaste! The Demon Lord has been slain by Cedrick Yvonnyson!” The trader exclaimed to the merchant who nodded. Zach tensed up. He could smell the pie and ale from where he stood and he needed some. Roast pork was fine, the opulent meals of the Demon Lord’s Castle were good in their own way. But Zach was craving something sausage roll-esqe.

  “Before you go-” Cedrick began, peaking Zach’s hope as he peaked around the corner once more.

  “- Where’s the nearest settlement from here?” Cedrick asked, having completely forgotten Zach’s request. Zach looked down and saw his pouch of money had been unceremoniously left by the fire, causing Zach to face palm.

  “You don’t know? Porus is only about a day's travel on foot, back the way we came. Now we must run before the monsters wake.” The merchant explained as he whipped his horse's lead. Cedrick waved him off, but before the caravan could leave a flash of light exploded from the crumbling tower.

  “Hold it! I’ve got an order!” Zach declared as he grabbed his sack of gold. Taro froze and looked at Zach’s new form, it certainly didn’t look like the Demon Lord anymore though he was straddling the line between human and demon. Dangerously close to the side of the demon with his blue skin, silver hair and metallic hands.

  “What the hell are you doing?!” Taro asked through gritted teeth as the merchants looked at the strangely tall man with confusion.

  “I’m looking to purchase some hot food and ale that I can smell coming from your fine wagon.” Zach explained as he continued walking past Taro to where he smelt the food coming from.

  “O-oh you must’ve smelt my dinner then?” A trader remarked slightly concerned.

  “Awh what? Thought you were selling some hot food.” Zach groaned.

  “I’m afraid not, we must be going now though!” The merchant declared as he continued on down the road, the trader nodded and quickly followed along. Taro waited for the men to vanish into the forest before asking Zach.

  “Why?”

  “What? Couldn’t let people see the Demon Lord’s face and freak em out.” Zach shrugged as he sat down on the ground by the campfire. Taro sighed.

  “And you used your last MP potion on that?”

  “I would’ve had to anyway, all my Demon magic is like, super expensive.” Zach explained with a smirk. Taro shook his head.

  “You just don’t know how to cast spells properly, Yin told me all about it when she was writing her thesis.” Taro explained with a sigh.

  “Thesis? Does she have a PHD in Magic?” Zach asked sarcastically.

  “Spiritualism actually, with a major in Astrology.” Taro replied earnestly

  …

  After another day's hard travel through large wheat fields of Furinch, they arrived at their destination.

  Porus, uncreatively called the city of lights thanks to the copious amount of candles, lamps, lanterns and other implements to make something brighter that were produced here. As the capital city of Furinch, it was a city of extremes. The Aristocracy lived in their opulent manors and watched over their vast gardens and farms, coming into the city to do business and socialize, while the rest of the city lived, worked and died in squalor.

  Zach followed Taro, having entered through a side entrance. It was a piece of wall that hadn’t been properly patched in decades. Noon had told Taro about it when she joined the Hero’s Party years ago and it was still a back entrance into the city.

  As Zach shimmied through the small gap he struggled to avoid the mud and moss caking the outer wall. Grabbing onto a piece of the wall to try and get his balance Zach accidentally clenched a little bit too hard, turning a fist sized section of wall into dust instantly.

  “Oh shit.” Zach exclaimed as he tripped backwards, quickly twisting around and pushing his arms out into the dirt, his fists digging into the ground like it was jello. Taro turned around and sighed.

  “You’re really strong now, can you please try and just… don’t touch anything please…” Taro sighed as Zach pulled himself up.

  “Aha… right.” Zach nodded as he followed Taro through the gap without tripping, properly entering the city of Porus.

  The pair squeezed through tight alleys with lines of lamps strung from building to building, walking towards a destination unknown to Zach.

  “Where are we even going?” Zach asked, annoyed as his boot sunk into what he could only hope was a pile of steaming mud.

  “I know a guy at the church who has contacts in the city. He should be able to point us in the direction of someone who can locate the rest of my party” Taro explained as he walked through the filthy alleyways without hesitation. People gawked from their windows and children stared. Zach looked up at the star struck peasantry, who quickly averted their gaze from the strange looking blue-skinned man.

  “You famous or something?” Zach asked as he casually leaned back into his hands.

  “O-oh, I suppose I am… well known.” Taro sighed.

  His resurrection into Cedrick Yvonyson’s body had involved him recovering from what was supposed to be an incurable disease. The holy lights and fanfare that had accompanied him upon his recovery were also taken as a sign that he was God’s 34th chosen hero by the church.

  Something the Yvonyson family had made sure to profit from ever since Taro had taken Cedrick’s identity.

  “Pft, should’ve known, got some real star power on our hands here!” Zach joked as they turned from a street caked in a thick layer of grime and dirt to something significantly cleaner, the cleanness emanating from the church built from white bricks and lit up with a thousand small floating candles arranged into various crosses.

  Zach was slightly taken aback at how Christian the church looked, then taken aback at the two massive men in shining white armour standing in front of the church, giving him a deathly stare.

  “You might want to stay out of sight, the Adamonic Church doesn’t take kindly to Demons…” Taro whispered, pulling Zach back around the corner.

  “What? I’m not a demon.”

  “Your skin is blue.”

  “Yeah but barely.”

  Taro furrowed his brow and grimaced.

  “Look, just stay here, My contact should be in there so don’t get into trouble for 5 minutes, please. No magic, no talking, just sit there and do nothing please.” Taro begged, putting his hands together pleadingly as he walked around the corner to the church.

  Zach rolled his eyes and sat down in the dank ally, the tall buildings shrouding the alleys from the afternoon sun. Splashes of colour coming from the numerous lamps that had been strung up from building to building.

  “Can’t be THAT famous if he can’t vouch for a friend with a minor skin disorder.” Zach thought to himself with a smirk, looking at his hands.

  They were long and boney like his real hands, but they were covered in a metallic sheen just like the Demon Lord’s. Zach let out a sigh.

  “I just need to find his party, then they can help me go home. Hopefully getting my normal body back too while we’re at it.”

  Zach’s eyes wandered as he thought about nothing in particular. To his right was the cleaner section of Porus, to his left the squalor of the urban peasantry's housing. Amongst the filthy Zach noticed that there were a few street rats chasing each other in some kind of game.

  Zach saw as a boy struggling to keep up was left behind, falling flat on his face and scraping his knee badly in the filthy road. Zach went to stand up immediately before remembering what Taro had just said, and looking at his own hands.

  He sat back down, but then the boy started crying.

  “Surely a healing spell can’t go too wrong, right?” Zach thought as he let out a sigh, quickly channeling a little magical energy in his finger and flicking it towards the boy.

  The boy suddenly felt the pain disappear, he got up and to his amazement his leg had been completely healed, the only evidence of the fall being the rip in his pants and the mud he was caked in.

  Zach smugly crossed his arms, at this rate he’d be a popular and famous hero like Taro in no time.

  “Zach, and his magical metal hands.” He thought to himself as he let out a yawn, feeling tired all of a sudden.

  Before Zach could even open his eyes again, the boy began to scream. Zach opened his eyes and saw that his leg was still healing, more accurately it grew, hair pulsing from his body as the boy no older than 10 suddenly had the left leg of a 38 year old man.

  His friends ran back to him and screamed in horror, quickly a crowd had formed and Zach was starting to panic.

  “I’ll just keep my head low. I can fix that kid when I learn magic…” Zach thought to himself anxiously, turning his head back to where the church was, one of the Adamonic Knights was standing right above Zach, his sword resting on his shoulder.

  “Oh, uh, hi.” Zach muttered with an anxious smile as he looked up to the intimidating man.

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  “Could you come with me?” The man said in a serious voice, his sword having disintegrated upon contact with Zach. Zach looked back and saw the boy limping along with the help of some adults.

  “I-is he going to be alright?” Zach asked sincerely as he stood up. The knight looked over Zach’s shoulder.

  “He’ll live.” The other knight replied bluntly, using his sword to motion Zach to follow him. Zach obliged and was taken into the church. It was a large room with a white and blue mosaic floor pattern, benches where several men and women sat silently in prayer and one Taro talking to an elderly looking man as Zach was dragged to a doorway located just to the side of the entrance.

  Taro caught a glimpse of Zach being dragged to the dungeon who tried and failed to make small talk with the guard.

  “That friend you mentioned?” Father Ded asked Taro with an unamused glare. Taro let out a sigh.

  “Yes… I’ll be right back.” Taro explained glumly as he ran towards the dungeon doorway, which had been blocked by another pair of knights.

  “Off limits. Even to Heroes like you.” The first guard spat. Taro let out a deep sigh.

  “Please! I implore you to understand that my friend is not a demon and whatever you think he’s done is just a huge misunderstanding!” Cedrick declared, his voice deep and confident while internally Taro was screaming.

  The second guard frowned as the boy with one freakishly long leg was brought into the church.

  Taro turned around, soul leaving his body as he realized what Zach had probably done.

  “Oh…”

  At the same time Zach admired the stone work of the dungeon he’d just been locked in.

  “What kind of Demon are you? Our entire stock of purifying salt has gone black, our silver rusts with your very presence, and yet you seem obstinately oblivious to it all.” Mosus growled. The Cardinal Knight was pointing his blade towards Zach with the intention to slice his throat out while Zach just looked blank faced.

  “I uh, don’t know?”

  It was something of a lie of course, he knew he had the body of the Demon Lord. But it was true that he had no clue what kind of Demon the Demon Lord was.

  Mosus dropped his sword as it turned black in his hand, quickly stepping back from Zach as the very bars he’d been imprisoned in also began to turn black and rust away, the holy light crackling against Zach’s body like water and hot oil trying to mix.

  “I-I swear I’m not doing it on purpose! I can also swear to god it’s never happened to me before!” Zach explained defensively, even the very armour Mosus was wearing started to corrode with a faint speckling of black at the joints.

  Mosus let out an indignant laugh.

  “And what god do you swear to, Demon?” Mosus asked as a nun came bouncing down the stairs.

  “S-sorry I came as soon as I heard the a-a-a…” The Nun, Night, stammered as she saw Zach standing awkwardly in a dark dungeon, the equipment all but entirely rusting away, the cage having disappeared and the strange demon man glowing like he was about to explode.

  “Oh come on, I swear this isn’t as bad as it looks! I’ve done nothing! I’m innocent!” Zach ranted exasperatedly as he stepped back into the wall of the dungeon, his face twisting into a slightly more deranged expression than usual.

  “Praise be upon our lord in heaven give me strength to…” Night began praying, eyes closed, she moved her hands to a variety of positions across her body in a cross shape, holy blue light starting to emanate from her body as she did so.

  “Uh, alright look I’ll just leave how’s that sound?” Zach laughed, panicking, he had no idea what he was doing or how to stop it. Zach tried side stepping like a crab to the exit before Sister Night could finish her spell. Mosus grabbed another blade and without a word stabbed Zach in the heart while Night finished casting her spell.

  The commotion reached upstairs where Taro heard the very familiar spell being cast, one that Noon had used to annihilate armies of demons in a single strike. He ran to the stairwell that was being guarded by two knights and took his sword out, preparing for a fight.

  “Look I can’t explain everything now but I can’t let you kill him yet! I need him to rescue my party!” Taro shouted as the two knights let out a laugh.

  “Good luck.” The knights said in unison as they took on a defensive position. The rest of the church looked in horror, wondering just what was going on. Except for Father Ded who just tutted to himself silently.

  “... may you continue to grant us the strength to vanquish the demons, amen.” Night finished, opening her eyes as a burst of light exploded from her, a fraction of God’s infinite power being channeled through her body in an instant as it enveloped both Mosus and Zach.

  Mosus felt his body struggle to handle the insane amount of energy, despite it only targeting demons it would still evaporate someone who lacked God’s blessing like him.

  The very moment Taro pushed through the two guards with ease down the stairs he was blinded by the explosion of light bursting outwards from Sister Night.

  “DIE DEMON!” Mosus shouted as he blindly took another stab at Zach, hitting him in the shoulder, then taking another stab, and another until the light faded away.

  Mosus sighed, rubbing his eyes as he turned around, slowly regaining his vision.

  “An impressive spell, are you quite alright Night?” Mosus asked as Night leaned against some of the crates of blacked salt to keep her balance, holding her head as she was feeling feverish.

  “I’m fine Cardinal… I-I can’t see, is he gone?” Night asked, her pupils were still glowing a faint light with leftover energy. Mosus let out a laugh.

  “That was Redi Ad Inferos! You could turn a city filled with demons to ash with a spell like that! If that didn’t kill him then we have much bigger problems.” Mosus said as his vision finally returned, turning to where he expected to see a corpse.

  Instead, he saw Zach laying on the ground, struggling to not laugh at the situation like a maniac and make everything worse.

  “I can still feel the tickling all over my body. Damnit if I can just pretend to be dead maybe they’ll let me go.” Zach thought fruitlessly as Mosus blinked and looked at the entirely undamaged Zach laying down in a very poor attempt at playing dead.

  “Y-you… How did you do that?” Mosus asked, trying to stab his blade into Zach’s throat but it disintegrated into black dust before it could touch him.

  “I, don't, know?” Zach smiled awkwardly as Taro stumbled down the stairwell.

  “I’m telling you he’s not a demon!” Taro shouted as he struggled to regain his vision.

  “What?! How do you know the Hero?!” Mosus asked incredulously.

  “Oh we’re great mates, go way back.” Zach lied as he stood up, quickly standing behind Taro, awkwardly ducking to avoid bashing his head against the door frame.

  Taro sighed.

  “This man saved my life you see, we had both been captured by the vile Demon Lord but with our abilities combined we managed to escape.” Cedrick lied, but he lied very confidently, and looked charming while doing it. Mosus stopped in his tracks and nodded..

  “I see, but what of all this then?” Mosus asked, picking off a piece of his flaking silver armour.

  “He uh, was a human! And he was…” Cedrick fumbled, unsure how to spin the blatant evidence that Zach was passively leaking enough demonic magic to spoil an entire church's anti-demon defenses.

  “Experimented on! They used me like a guinea pig so now I’m like, half demon.” Zach explained suddenly standing tall in the room that was barely tall enough to house him.

  Mosus glared at Zach.

  “A Half Demon? So I need only to sever the demonic soul that has been planted within you?” Mosus asked with a serious look in his eye.

  “And uh… Half… Angel?” Zach gulped. Mosus shook his head.

  “Get out of my church before your demonic aura rots anything else.” Mosus demanded, turning his back on the two men.

  “Yes siree!” Zach exclaimed, quickly leaving before he got stabbed again, Taro following suit.

  “What the hell did you do?!” Taro whispered as they walked up the spiral stone staircase.

  “I’m sorry! That kid just looked hurt so I tried to cast healing and-” Zach explained before being blocked by Father Ded at the top of the stairwell.

  “Well well well, what are the chances I’d meet the culprit.” Father Ded declared annoyed.

  “H-Hi. The guy down there said I had to leave.” Zach explained awkwardly trying to shimmy past the wide man.

  “Not so fast whippersnapper. Me thinks you should help first.” Father Ded declared, grabbing Zach by his metallic hand and dragging him to the altar where the boy was still crying with his hideously mismatched leg.

  “I uh, don’t know how to help sorry.” Zach explained as he pulled away from the man. Father Ded scowled and shook his head.

  “Boy do you think this is the first time I’ve had to deal with a talented mage who hasn’t the faintest clue on how to use their magic?” Father Ded asked quickly and gruffly.

  “Yes…?”

  Father Ded whacked Zach around the back of the head, Zach didn’t feel anything physically of course but the emotional impact was still strong.

  “I teach young kids who’ve got more talent than brains all the time, this isn’t the first healing spell gone wrong and it won’t be the last. Now get here and let me show you how to fix ya darn mistake already!” Father Ded demanded as Zach, looking around at the crowd staring at him, now hung his head and followed along meekly.

  “Father! What do you think you’re doing?!” Mosus asked incredulously.

  “Put your hands out boy.” Father Ded demanded, entirely ignoring Mosus. Zach looked down realising he had been burying them in his pockets. Slowly he removed them, revealing the shiny metallic coating his hands had. Father Ded scoffed.

  “That's all you’re fretting about? All you lot settle yourselves.” Father Ded retorted to the room as he placed Zach’s hands over the overgrown leg.

  “Repeat after me; Oh Spirit of Reunion take this spell back and give unto me the price of it.” Father Ded said seriously.

  “O-Oh spirit of Reunion, take this spell back and give me… the cost back.” Zach mumbled awkwardly, suddenly his hands lit up as the spell was cast, the magic returning to the air as Zach felt his energy drain, the boy's leg returning to normal, the scrape coming back as he did so.

  The boy was baffled, looking between the preacher, the vaguely demonic looking man and his now scrapped leg.

  “There, nothing but a simple mishap. Now get out of here before Mosus over there gets his cross in any more of a twist.” Father Ded proclaimed gruffly, giving Zach an unceremonious shove towards the exit where a visibly fuming Mosus was standing amongst the confused church goers.

  “Thanks again for the tip!” Taro said to Father Ded as he and Zach quickly made their exit.

  Father Ded let a small smile slip as he finished healing the boy's leg himself.

  Zach overheard Mosus taking Father Ded aside and chewing him out for what he did and ‘Undermining the Holy Authority of the Church’.

  “What the hell was all of that?” Zach asked as he and Taro walked back into the narrow alleys of Porus.

  “The Adamonic Church, they’re like, y’know. The big church around these parts. Holy Knights, preachers, mages, that whole deal.” Taro explained vaguely.

  “The fuck you mean that whole deal? The knight guy seemed like a complete ass but the preacher guy seemed pretty alright.” Zach asked, annoyed. Taro sighed.

  “It’s complicated alright? There’s some great people in the church, there’s some awful people in the church. Look, Father Ded knows a Soothsayer who should be in the Hero’s Guild right now.” Taro explained changing the conversation, Zach groaned deciding to not press the issue any further.

  The pair walked onto the main road of Porus in silence.

  “There’s a Hero’s Guild?” Zach asked suddenly after he processed what Taro had said properly.

  “Yeah, they put bounties and quests out for clearing dungeons or killing monsters.”

  “Neat.”

  …

  “Hello?! Hellooooo?” Yin shouted into the darkness of the dungeon. It’d been over a week since any of the Devil Knights had come to visit her.

  “They’re still feeding me at least but what if they just stop? Or maybe Cedrick escaped and they’re focusing on him? Maybe they’re killing Cedrick now… Why is this happening to me?!” Yin thought to herself as she slumped down, resting on the thick bars of the floating cage she found herself in.

  Looking around she was suspended magically in the middle of a huge dungeon room, right above the Dungeon Portal where a stream of monsters walked through day by day.

  “Hey woman! Give look now?” An Orc slathered as he walked out of the dungeon portal.

  “No.” Yin moaned as she hugged her knees, having grown mostly numb to the constant harassment the more intelligent Orcs were capable of yelling at her. As Yin felt ever more hopeless she heard the sound of Orc brains being smashed in.

  She looked out of her cage hopefully, only to be greeted with an unwelcome familiar face.

  “Sorry about him hun! I really gotta get the Demon Lord to update his sexual harassment policies.” Titania apologised as she formed a staircase from the stone below.

  Once she reached Yin’s cage’s level she created a small platform with a seat and table.

  Yin simply glared at the goblin woman, small tears forming in her eyes as she attempted to maintain her resolve. Titania rolled her eyes dramatically as she got out a tea set from her inventory, pouring a cup for her and Yin.

  “Tea?”

  “No thank you.” Yin muttered.

  “Suit yourself.” Titania shrugged as she crossed her legs, leaned back, stretched one arm out on the chair and took a long sip, maintaining eye contact with the dismayed Yin the whole time.

  “Fine, what do you want?” Yin sniffed, grabbing the tea and using the last of her MP to cast an identify spell. It was made from a potent herb that would rejuvenate her MP. The Demon Army always did have the best recovery items.

  “If we wanted you dead you’d be dead already hun.” Titania remarked jokingly, though the threat still hung in the air. Yin anxiously took a sip of the healing tea.

  “But this is just a social visit, sorry to say! The castle is getting drenched in all that boyish angst and testosterone, ugh, not for me nosiree!” Titania remarked with a boisterous laugh. Yin cocked an eyebrow.

  “R-really now? How come?” Yin asked cautiously. Titania choked down a laugh.

  “Oh I’d love to tell you hun I really would, but I’m sure the big guy would kill me if he found out.” Titania explained.

  “R-right, I guess he survived…” Yin mumbled.

  “Of course he did! Why wouldn’t he!” Titania lied, suddenly revealing that she was stressing out. Yin picked up on this and suddenly perked up. She scooted a little closer to Titania.

  “Well, that was a sword God bestowed upon Cedrick himself. I’m sure it would’ve done something.” Yin said experimentally.

  Titania bit her tongue.

  She was desperate to gossip about the situation with someone who wasn’t quite as emotionally invested in the situation. Lillithvin, Anuma and Rumuna were all too liable to get stressed out about the situation. Hitop, Onimaru, Drackura and Nuhades weren’t willing to engage in idle chitchat at all. Killophobe, Leeper and Ikasan were just terrible at gossiping to begin with.

  But of course leaking information like that was strictly against the Contingencies of Demonica.

  “You’d think.” Titania nodded, sipping her tea with a sour face as she tried to hold herself back.

  “I do think… y’know I always wondered why it was called the Holy Sword of Reincarnation. Have you figured that out yet?” Yin asked, suddenly perking up as she felt the direction of the conversation steer. Titania bit her lower lip.

  “I think Onimaru has, that’s not my department.” Titania declared as she started to look away, biting her lip.

  “Oh really? What does he think then?” Yin asked with a mischievous grin as she recognized how desperate Titania was to say something.

  Titania took a deep breath, placing her cup of tea on the bench with about as much decorum as you could expect from a goblin.

  “Well, he might’ve found out that it’s a sword that forces reincarnation.” Titania said, her facade breaking as she leaned in.

  “Oh really? So what would happen if it worked?” Yin asked, leaning in to match Titania.

  “Well, it could put someone from the other world into our Lord's body.” Titania explained with a manic grin on her goblin face.

  “That sounds… weird?” Yin said befuddled, why would God give her chosen hero a sword that just put someone from the other world into the Demon Lord’s body.

  “I KNOW RIGHT? Seriously no one else is as bothered by this as I am… If it was true anyway….” Titania added at the end, the illusion of pretense having been all but dropped at this point.

  “And what kind of hypothetical person entered his body… hypothetically.”

  “An absolute loser if you ask me. I mean if God hand selected this guy to annoy Lillithvin then good work because sheesh, she’s STILL going on about how he didn’t do a single piece of paper work and I mean c’mon it’s not like YOUR always on top of everything little miss succubus!” Titania ranted, Yin nodding along understandingly.

  “Does this mean the Demon Lord is gone? Someone from the other world is in his body? That’s probably why no one’s been here in awhile.” Yin thought as Titania kept ranting about her fellow Devil Knights. Suddenly, Yin felt hopeful that she would be rescued by Cedrick sooner rather than later.