15. Unexpected Turn Of Events
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"Why do you have a gun?"
"Exactly, why do I have a gun?" I fired back without so much as sparing Wardrock a glance. I was too busy analyzing the gun that had appeared out of nowhere. There was a neat design of a roaring dragon on both sides and the muzzle was glowing with a dull bluish light. It looked like a better and slightly larger version of an UZI, which is probably why it felt so comfortable in my hands, a little too comfortable.
"This shouldn't be happening," Gylador whispered, fingers raking through his hair. "you were supposed to summon your sword, the same sword you used in the past!" I drew my hand to my chest. I've never seen Gylador so anxious before. Even Sapheme and Wardrock seemed disoriented.
What for? I didn't really see the big deal. What's so bad about receiving a gun? I already know how to aim and so on, there's nothing they can possibly teach me that I do not know. Doesn't this make it easier for me, for all of us?
"What do you mean? The gun is pretty cool too." I tried to assure them.
"Have you forgotten that you've been training to use a sword all this time?" Sapheme piped in, seeming frustrated by my cluelessness.
Oh. That sort of slipped my mind.
But still...this gun is awesome. The sword is just plain and boring. Plus, I never really liked the idea of using it in the first place. It takes too much work. With a gun, just one shot in the head could kill...But even so, I do find it irritating that I've wasted so much time on training when I could've been playing bullseye with Sapheme.
This is all Gylador's fault.
"So what? Yes, I've been training for days, but I haven't even beaten Gylador. Whether I get a sword or not, the fact still remains that I'm useless." I pointed out.
"Your aim wasn't entirely to beat me. Demons aren't really fond of guns around here and users aren't really that powerful. Their fire levels are below average." Gylador said bluntly, eyes still transfixed on the gun. His eyes hadn't left it, not even once. Maybe his devastation would've been funny if he wasn't trying to get on my nerves.
"So in other words, I got this because I'm useless?"
"Yes."
I glared at him. I felt perfectly fine when I badmouth myself but when others do it, it's a totally different case. Simply put, the word 'useless' perfectly describes me. I have nothing to offer to anyone, not even to myself for that matter. Whenever I try to help others, all I ever end up doing, is making their lives worse. But even though I know that, I can't help but hate when people recognize me for what I am.
In this case, however, it's pointless to resent Gylador for speaking the truth when I doubt he even knows that his words are offensive.
"We're doomed.." I heard Wardrock suddenly say. I turned my eyes to him. His gaze was on the floor but his eyes were unfocused as if he was stuck in his thoughts rather than in reality.
"You're wayyy behind time. Didn't we already make it clear that we're doomed?...And stop acting like the whole world is going to flip over with us all. I already have the skills to use a gun. It's the perfect weapon for me. I bet I could even beat Gylador with this!"
"I doubt that." Sapheme said, "your skills are good but your fire power matters as well. As far as we know, you have none."
Why the hell does everyone keep downgrading me? I'm not that much of a human, but couldn't they have played dumb and refrain from pointing that out every second.
"I'd appreciate it if you kept your insults to yourself. By the way, do you even have time for this? Aren't you a few hours away from dying?"
"If you had gotten a sword, then we probably could be thinking about how we could save ourselves but seeing as you didn't, we have no choice but to die or flee."
Here we go again...another bullet to my pride.
I glared at her, "So you're saying that this is my fault?"
"Yes, entirely."
I pursed my lips, "Gylador is the on-"
"I think I've got a solution."
All eyes averted from me and snapped over to Wardrock.
I crossed my arms over my chest, "How can you possibly fix this? Can I put this back in and take another? It doesn't seem so."
"I wasn't talking about that...I've got a solution that could bring you back on your throne without much effort."
Ohhh...that works too...
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I stood behind closed doors; the only exit from this fortress that I know of. Sapheme had set me up with fake horns, red lenses and a little makeup she retrieved from the human world. The new look engraved anticipation within me but wariness still persisted to take residence as well.
I wanted to go outside, I was practically dying to, but the fact that I was finally departing for the palace, scared me. I don't know what these demons will say, I don't know what they will do. Wardrock's plan is solid but what if they don't acknowledge me despite the clear evidence we are planning to put forward. What if they don't want me as their king even after knowing that I truly am Lucifer? What if they see through my disguise?
What will I do then? Act like they're doing me a favour by killing me? Or will I even dare to put up a lousy fight?
No matter...any way it turns out, whatever may happen, I have to throw aside my anxiety and do this for the sake of Sapheme, Gylador, Wardrock and Delari. I can't just let them die. If I can help someone, even for once in my life...I will. Even if it happens to be demons who I never thought a mere human like me could lend a helping hand...I will.
And in order to do that, these doors needed to be unlocked yet Sapheme was moving like a slug while doing so. It's as if she was waiting for me to change my mind.
"Open up already!" I urged, watching as she took her fine time in unwrapping the chains that held the double doors together. The door was tall and broad, the biggest I've ever seen. It took about ten seconds for my gaze to climb up to the very top...and I'm not exaggerating.
The chain finally dropped to the floor with a clank and unexpectedly, excitement roused within me. I didn't know which exactly excited me more...the thought of being able to save these demons or the thought of finally being able to leave my cage.
I've been loitering in this place for a while without being able to see anything apart from the view of outside my window. Despite still being slightly terrified of this new world, I had tried sneaking out multiple times --maybe to get a quick view of the sunset or the lively forest--, but it was all in vain, for Gylador's hawk eyes were always watching my every move. If I so much as touch the door handle, he instantly appears beside me, repeating the same words he tells me everytime, "The outside world is not yet ready for your presence."
It's irritating...both the fact that he's denying me of freedom and the fact that everything he says sounds like a freaking poem.
"Are you that impatient to roam the outdoors? It won't be the exact same as your world."
I shrugged. "Who cares if it's not the same? I just want to get this over with already."
"I see..." She grasped the handle, a little too slowly for my liking, then the door was pulled open, blessing me with the sight of the outdoors.
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