I Am The Reincarnation Of Lucifer

19. s**t's About To Go Down!

This was not good, this was definitely not good. Even if Gylador's actions were sincere, I get the feeling that it might end up backfiring in the end.

I could trace various kinds of emotions roaming within their gazes: hatred, scorn, dissapointment...it was all there.

As a frown grew on my face, my eyes zoomed in on each and every demon I passed, but the few emotions I really wanted to see, never showed itself....There was no growing hope, no fervent happiness upon being notified of my reincarnation...nothing to blast away my worries.

These demons, they were judging us, criticizing our claims as if they were one hundred percent sure that we were being dishonest. Most of them did absolutely nothing to conceal their blatant discontent, it was only the children who ran out of our path and took refuge in the confines of their homes.

Their discouraging reaction gave me the impression that it was either these kind of claims repeatedly happened here or they were simply not fond of the past me.

I was on the verge of lowering my head to hide myself from their overwhelming gazes when the words of Wardock resounded in my head: "Try your best to look and act a little domineering whenever we arrive in the inhabited areas, especially when we meet Darkus."

Domineering...I had no experience whatsoever in that area. How am I suppose to transition from a coward into a tyrant in like...two seconds!? Anybody who's been with me for more than a day should know that it's absolutely impossible, but it seems like SOMEONE is too stupid to notice that much. I glared at Gylador, my internal cursing directed solely at him.

Whatever. What's done is done. If I want to save my life and theirs, I'll just have to do as they planned. With that in mind, I rolled my shoulders and lifted my chin as I began bottling up the courage to stare straight into the eyes of whomever my gaze laid on. It took a lot of effort not to look away but I managed to pull through without backing down from a single staring match, no matter the physique they possessed nor the aura they emitted.

Demons were certainly a mystery. Though their characteristics may differ in some aspects, their behaviours are not much different. Just by looking at them, I could tell who was fierce and who was not, as there was a distinct separation that my own eyes couldn't miss. Some bared their teeth at us and glared intensely in our direction while others who deemed themselves inferior cowered away behind them. If I could tell the difference so easily, then what says them?

Perhaps, the little facade I'm putting on might not be enough to fool them.

"Sire, we are almost there." Delari enlightened me, "You should not be intimidated by their demeanours nor should you let yourself seem weak in front of anyone. Though I am not very experienced in battle, if any harm is foreseen, I will protect you to the best of my abilities. And you also have Sapheme's, Wardrock's and Gylador's swords at your aid. Rest assured, my lord. Everything will be fine."

I frowned. The fact that she knew of my worries regarding the future irritated me but I nodded nonetheless, grateful for her futile attempt at soothing me.

Up ahead, my eyes began to make out a large, metal gate. As we moved closer, gradually both demons and houses got scarcer and scarcer until they were no more, and the only thing that stood before us was the gate that had looked wayyy more smaller from afar. A wicket door was made into the left side of it. It was small, but it was enough for a full grown demon to pass through without the need for bending. There was no lock nor handle on the outside so I assume it could only be opened from the inside. It's towering length and strong metal design were similar to those made in medieval times.

As soon as the creatures skidded to a stop, Gylador hopped off, the fire forged words over his head disappearing as he did so. Due to the oncoming rain, the place was dark and the vibe I was getting was a gloomy one, but I refused to show fear. I slowly climbed to the floor, then moved to aid Delari off as well but by the time I turned to her, she was already jumping to the floor. I quickly retracted my hand before she could see it and twisted to face the gate.

"What now?" I asked, stepping forward as I looked around.

"Stay there." Gylador said, turning his head to eye me sternly as his sister handed him one of the knives she took from the holster on her leg. I stopped immediately. In all movies I've watched, those actions only meant that some form of bloodshed would occur. But that wasn't possible. Gylador promised that no one would die. He wouldn't go against his words, right?...or would he?

"Delari stay with him." He commanded, eyes shifting away from me.

Delari immediately took a stand beside me. "Yes, sir."

With cautious steps all three approached the massive gate, Wardrock being the only one who was unarmed. Sapheme knocked on the wicket door softly then they hid themselves by stepping to the side and pressing their backs flush against the gate. It wasn't much long before the sound of clanking could be heard on the other side. Then slowly, the door was pulled open and a tall bulky demon came into view, his physique slightly larger than Gylador's.

Tattoos similar to mine was on his arm and in his hand, was a gigantic axe. I suppose the axe was a weapon from the Xinox, but bulky or not, he shouldn't even be able to lift that! A gold nose ring was between his flaring nostrils, his lips seemed to be naturally downturned and his eyes carried pure annoyance.

His appearance alone told me that he was the no-nonsense type, but that didn't stop Sapheme though.

"Who dares to k-"

The demon didn't get to finish his sentence. Sapheme had pounced out of her hiding place and plunged the knife through his chest in one swift motion. Then, like a sack of potatoes, she threw him aside.

I flinched, feet unconsciously steeping backwards. s**t's definitely about to go down...