Chapter 10
“REALLY? Thanks dad!”
‘Are those footsteps? Someone's coming… no sometwo’s coming’
Asmodeus instinctively turned his head to the door.
“What's it Asmo?”
The door creaked on the cue.
“Excuse me?...”
Asmodeus squinted his eyes trying to conform who was standing at the door.
“Mom?”
“...!”
Cassandra's eyes swelled with tears. She hugged her son, patting his head.
“Asmo!! Your up.”
“Hm” Asmodeus just nodded in response.
“How are you feeling now?”
“You know what? My headache's gone now.” Asmodeus smiled.
“That's a good thing sweetie.” She brushed Asmodeus's hair back.
‘He actually does look better but now he's paler, like porcelain.’
“What's that?” He pointed at a bag William had brought with him.
“Oh, these are your change of clothes and your tablet, young master.”
“Forget clothes, give me the tablet.”
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*Bonk
“OW!”
“Clothes first. And then your tablet.”
“Okay…”
*Churkle churkle
“Vincent, what are you laughing at?” Cassandra glared at Vincent.
“Nothing… nothing at all.”
Asmodeus received his shirt from William. He stared at it with horror.
‘Wait is this midnight blue? It has Violet overtone but it's definitely midnight blue…’
“William… this is midnight blue… I'm gonna look like a ghost with this. You should have brought Oxford blue instead…”
“I don't see the difference young master…”
“How??”
“He learnt it from you, Cassy.”
“It seems I'm as guilty as you in raising him, Vince…” Cassandra said in a defeated tone.
Asmodeus slid his t-shirt nonetheless, and sadly stared at the tablet in William's hand, then at Cassandra and then back at the tablet.
“... alright, take your tablet.”
“Yay!”
“This kid won't be speaking to anyone now…” Cassandra said defeatedly.
“That's true.”
“Master, I've brought you meals. Where would you like to eat?”
“Meals? Oh I forgot about that.”
“Vincent White! You told me you'd grab something!”
“Ah… I did but then the paperwork came up. And i forgot about it.”
“Place it on the table William.”
“Understood master.”
Asmodeus was completely engrossed in his tablet.
“William you can go take care of the house, we'll be staying here.”
“Understood master. Please let me know if anything is required of me.”
Just as William left, a nurse came to the ward.
“Can I have the parents with me? The doctor wants to discuss about tomorrow's schedule.”
“Alright we'll be there. Puffer fish, I and your mom will be talking to the doctor, don't do any new experiments.”
“Okay…”
The door clicked shut but Asmodeus continued to stare at the tablet.
A few minutes passes.
He peeked at the closed door. There was no movement.
“Great. Let's inspect the ring now.”
“This stuff seems to have started with blood pact. But why? Is the ring really fantasy ring?”
“Maybe I read too much fantasy.”
“Or maybe, the ring is actually the culprit.”
“Yep. I'm innocent. The ring is the culprit.”
Asmodeus tried to take it off.
“Weird, now it doesn't feel wrong taking it off.”
He tried to hit it.
A tap.
Then another.
Then he threw it towords the bed. Then picked it up.
“OK, no reaction to violence. Are you some saint's ring?”
It was as if the ring was ignoring him.
Asmodeus decided licking it might be helpful.
“Ew… It tastes bad.”
“Tell me, what are you?”
The ring stayed quiet.
“... is there some book about this ring? Something describing it?”
Asmodeus felt a strange sensation. His head tinged but it didn't hurt.
It felt like a fabric was lifted from his surroundings and a new one was put over.
He felt like puking, but it definitely wasn't that.
A chill ran down his spine.
The next second he felt more comfortable than he had ever before.
“What the hell was that—”
When he lifted his head, the surroundings had changed.
Two doors stood before Asmodeus, while the rest was just white. Like somebody forgot to finish the customisation halfway.
There was a presence. Not a someone, but definitely something.
“Wha— what the hell??”
“Am I dreaming?”
Ge bent down to pinch himself.
“This damned plastic is still in me, so maybe I'm not dreaming?”
“Now why the hell is this place in bright mode? Or did the creator run out if budget?”
He tried walking around but he couldn't.
“What the hell? Why can't I move? It's like running against a glass.”
“And what are these doors? Is it some kind of choice quest?”
“Like choose your own destiny ir something?”
“Then what if I open both?”
“Let's try. Trying costs nothing.”
He placed his hands on both the doors. They weren't locked, with just a little push they opened.
And—