Demonic System: Harem in Medieval World

10. Curious Elf

“Urggh...”

Devon felt all the bones in his body hurt when he tried to move after his deep sleep. He just woke up, but instead of feeling refreshed, a hint of dizziness still lingered in his head.

As he opened his eyes, all he could see was another pair of eyes which had been monitoring him for God knew how long. He was too confused to react, until finally the realization started to kick in.

“WHOA!”

Out of instinct grinded by his past experiences of having people coming after him, he leapt backward until his back touched the cave wall. Ignoring the sensation of pain which started to manifest, he put on a fighting stance.

“Jumpy in the morning. Hmm.. that’s quite peculiar,” commented Arwen. Her fascinated expression showed how she tried to burn that trivial information inside her memories. “Humans’ behavior is unpredictable, I see.”

“Don’t lump me in with him! I’ll have you know that not all humans are the same!” protested Francesca from the cave’s mouth.

“Really? I thought all humans look alike so what they do should be the same too,” stated Arwen innocently while tilting her head to the side.

“That’s racist!” objected Francesca again.

“Uh ladies, I’m sorry to interrupt your morning conversation, but someone please fill me in. I’m late to the party, it seems,” requested Devon who looked so clueless. “After my back got hit, my mind went blank and here I am now. What happened in between?”

Francesca turned her face away to hear Devon’s question. She clearly didn’t want to remember the terror which levelled the village to the ground.

“Yeah, Sis! I also want to know!” said Arwen full of enthusiasm. “Come to think of it, I helped you two without even knowing your background! Am I a saint or what?”

“I prefer to use the word ‘gullible’ for you,” retorted Francesca sharply. “But if hearing my story will clear what I owe you, then I shall proceed.”

“Yippiee! You’re the best, Sis!”

Francesca looked at Devon, mustering the mental strength she needed in order to spill the horrible event that scarred her for life.

“After you were struck down, you became something else,” began Francesca with a tensed up tone.

“Wow, what did he transform to? Squirrel? Chestnut?” interrupted Arwen who couldn’t hold back her curiosity in terms of her favourite subject, humans.

“Let me finish! You said you want to hear my story, now you want to talk! Make up your mind!” scolded Francesca.

“Whoops, apology, Sis! Got too excited, that’s all!” argued Arwen in a playful tone.

“Anyway, I don’t know how to describe it into words, but no normal human was able to accomplish such a feat like what you did,” continued Francesca. “It was as if you’re a demon.”

Devon couldn’t respond to Francesca’s remark. He remembered the parasites in his body. Perhaps it was them who took over my body, Devon thought.

“And, and what did I do?” asked Devon anxiously. Somehow he knew the answer but he decided to ask anyway.

“Do you really want to know? No regret?” asked Francesca back, giving Devon chance to reconsider his choice. “Some things are better left unknown, for your own sake.”

Devon paused. No words escaping his mouth. Still trapped in doubt, he looked down to the ground, asking himself whether the truth was the thing he really wanted or not.

“Well, if he doesn’t want to know, I volunteer to know!” cut Arwen again. A single glare of Francesca cold enough to freeze a fire was more than enough to put Arwen back to her place.

“Well, Devon? Shall I take your silence as a no?” interrogated Francesca further.

After a long sigh, Devon gazed back at Francesca’s green eyes, so solid as his will to unravel the truth.

“Please tell me. I am prepared for the consequences,” answered Devon in the end.

“You went berserk after that. And not just a normal berserk. Like a killing machine, you slaughtered all things that breathed. Of course, Billard was one of your victims,” narrated Francesca. “You didn’t stop at that. I don’t know if you have some magic capabilities in you or not, but one thing for sure, you spew out fire which burned the village to the ground.”

“Holy moly, a human that breathes fire! You sure you’re not a dragon?” pestered Arwen.

“I don’t think I deserve to live anymore. All I did was giving all the people around me nothing but trouble,” Devon cursed his own self. “Francesca, I think it’s about time for me to be retributed. Will you do me a favor and take my life? If your father saw me like this, he surely would change his last will and agree with my decision to end my damned life.

THWACK!

“Don’t think you can get away so easily after that! Instead of dying, there must be a way to harness your power and use it for greater good!” reprimanded Francesca. “Consider that as your form of atonement!”

“The lass is right. We won’t stay silent if your life is threatened,” Satan voiced out his concern. “Anyone who tries to kill you, we will murder them first instead. And that goes for that huntress as well!”

“Yup, we already broke the unwritten rule by possessing your body altogether like this,” continued Asmodeus. “We took that huge risk only to find out that you are suicidal? Not gonna happen, kid.”

Devon pondered. Of course, he didn’t want to put anyone in danger anymore, especially Francesca who had been taking care of him all this time.

“Fine, I don’t want to stain your hands with my blood, after all,” stated Devon. “Let me take this matter to my own hands.”

Deep down inside, Francesca knew that actually Devon was a kind guy. The only thing bothering her, somehow Devon attracted bad lucks around, making him so dangerous. Not to mention the demonic strengths he displayed back in the village. No matter how tight fear gripped her heart, Francesca needed to know more about Devon, who he was, what he did, and how he obtained that power. Based on the answers, Francesca would determine Devon’s worthiness to continue living.