Moby followed the voice, and his vision was led towards the corner where it met a man adorned in a long robe of black sat upon a chair with his back turned. In his hands was what seemed to be a brush, and ahead of him was a massive canvas where that same woman from before was drawn, this time stepping and torturing a white-haired angel as he struggled to breathe beneath her boot. That angel was none other than his old team leader, Artorias that he found sat unconscious ahead of the canvas, tied up firmly in a mixture of black and ashen flames unable to speak, the same flame that was used against him by the man beneath his feet.
'What's going on? Is… Is that guy drawing Artorias for his new painting… Is that why he's still alive…' He thought to himself before shaking his head, refocusing himself after all he witnessed.
"Ruler of this castle! I've come to see you! No harm shall be put upon you if you cooperate with me!" Moby announced.
> The robed painter spoke with a hint of confusion as he slowly turned his head, revealing his face…
His skin was a dark tone of gray, and his hair was a long, soft colour of ashen. The twin tips of his horn were dipped in an ominous black and his yellow, glowing eyes resembled that of a cat.
Without a shadow of a doubt, that man was a demon… His young features would be considered handsome even by supermodel standards on earth, handsome as a devil.
Yet, that handsome, calm and collected demeanour only lasted for a split second as it shifted into an expression of bewilderment in his eyes and entire visage that was absolute, an intensity, unlike anything Moby had ever seen before in his life.
His face turned pale, and his clean skin began to sweat profusely. His pupils enlargened, and his body became so jittery that even a vibrator paled in comparison. His emotions were so strong that his heartbeat shook the very ground like a tremor.
However, despite the great display of emotions, Moby did not feel threatened nor attempted to defend himself for he had the ability to draw power from his opponent's rage and other negative emotions… And currently, he felt absolutely nothing coming from that man…
> Moby replied, looking all around the room once again.
>
> Moby nodded.
>
'Does he think I'm you or something?' Moby asked, almost overwhelmed by the display ahead of him.
'He might be hallucinating my image with your body since we do share a similar aura. I need answers from him… This is also the most pivotal point in my life… You have no idea how long I've waited for this… I never thought the day would be so soon… And I never thought I would see the day where I would be ecstatic to see Rupert of all people. Send him a signal for mind transference just like we did with Alucard. With your higher mind and considering he's a greater demon, there should be no need to meditate like before.'
'Got it… I've also been waiting to hear this to…' Moby nodded, snapping his two fingers and making a hand sign.
And the very moment that he did, his world was consumed in black. All went dark and his consciousness drifted in a flowing river until a sudden light emerged, and he opened his eyes once again to see himself stood in a void of black where he witnessed two figures.
One was of course none-other-than Avilia herself, dressed in her demon-lord garbs and the other was the still robed and kneeling Rupert.
> Avilia's words were serious, cold, and distant, more eloquently spoken than when she would ever address him, as though she had flipped a switch.
Her presence was drowning, her stance was dominant, and the gaze in her shining eyes was a physical personification of death and power. Truly, the woman who stood in front of him was a ruler amongst rulers, the same woman who's might and reach unrivalled in all three realms.
Even Moby who had known her for so long could not help but sweat profusely and stare in awe in her presence. He had only seen this side of her when they addressed Alucard. For indeed, the entity ahead of him was none other than the great demon lord Avilia Graymore.
Upon hearing Avilia's words, Rupert shuddered as though unable to believe his own ears as he gulped and responded in a beyond shaky voice.
>
> Avilia waved her hands with assertive elegance. > She announced proudly.
Moby followed the voice, and his vision was led towards the corner where it met a man adorned in a long robe of black sat upon a chair with his back turned. In his hands was what seemed to be a brush, and ahead of him was a massive canvas where that same woman from before was drawn, this time stepping and torturing a white-haired angel as he struggled to breathe beneath her boot. That angel was none other than his old team leader, Artorias that he found sat unconscious ahead of the canvas, tied up firmly in a mixture of black and ashen flames unable to speak, the same flame that was used against him by the man beneath his feet.
'What's going on? Is… Is that guy drawing Artorias for his new painting… Is that why he's still alive…' He thought to himself before shaking his head, refocusing himself after all he witnessed.
"Ruler of this castle! I've come to see you! No harm shall be put upon you if you cooperate with me!" Moby announced.
> The robed painter spoke with a hint of confusion as he slowly turned his head, revealing his face…
His skin was a dark tone of gray, and his hair was a long, soft colour of ashen. The twin tips of his horn were dipped in an ominous black and his yellow, glowing eyes resembled that of a cat.
Without a shadow of a doubt, that man was a demon… His young features would be considered handsome even by supermodel standards on earth, handsome as a devil.
Yet, that handsome, calm and collected demeanour only lasted for a split second as it shifted into an expression of bewilderment in his eyes and entire visage that was absolute, an intensity, unlike anything Moby had ever seen before in his life.
His face turned pale, and his clean skin began to sweat profusely. His pupils enlargened, and his body became so jittery that even a vibrator paled in comparison. His emotions were so strong that his heartbeat shook the very ground like a tremor.
However, despite the great display of emotions, Moby did not feel threatened nor attempted to defend himself for he had the ability to draw power from his opponent's rage and other negative emotions… And currently, he felt absolutely nothing coming from that man…
> Moby replied, looking all around the room once again.
>
> Moby nodded.
>
'Does he think I'm you or something?' Moby asked, almost overwhelmed by the display ahead of him.
'He might be hallucinating my image with your body since we do share a similar aura. I need answers from him… This is also the most pivotal point in my life… You have no idea how long I've waited for this… I never thought the day would be so soon… And I never thought I would see the day where I would be ecstatic to see Rupert of all people. Send him a signal for mind transference just like we did with Alucard. With your higher mind and considering he's a greater demon, there should be no need to meditate like before.'
'Got it… I've also been waiting to hear this to…' Moby nodded, snapping his two fingers and making a hand sign.
And the very moment that he did, his world was consumed in black. All went dark and his consciousness drifted in a flowing river until a sudden light emerged, and he opened his eyes once again to see himself stood in a void of black where he witnessed two figures.
One was of course none-other-than Avilia herself, dressed in her demon-lord garbs and the other was the still robed and kneeling Rupert.
> Avilia's words were serious, cold, and distant, more eloquently spoken than when she would ever address him, as though she had flipped a switch.
Her presence was drowning, her stance was dominant, and the gaze in her shining eyes was a physical personification of death and power. Truly, the woman who stood in front of him was a ruler amongst rulers, the same woman who's might and reach unrivalled in all three realms.
Even Moby who had known her for so long could not help but sweat profusely and stare in awe in her presence. He had only seen this side of her when they addressed Alucard. For indeed, the entity ahead of him was none other than the great demon lord Avilia Graymore.
Upon hearing Avilia's words, Rupert shuddered as though unable to believe his own ears as he gulped and responded in a beyond shaky voice.
>
> Avilia waved her hands with assertive elegance. > She announced proudly.
