>>6017507>>6017538>>6017575>>6017624>>6017660>>6017758>>6017760>>6017789>>6017798>>6017819https://files.catbox.moe/6l663n.mp3Your fingers fondled Count Whisker’s neck, the cat purring in response. You gazed towards the window at the far end of the house: a potential escape and a way out of this mess. Sighing, you turned away from the window. If you fled, what then? Would you simply hide in the forest, a hermit fleeing from her and the other demons? The she-demon Miranna seemed insistent to cling to you, so learning about the predicament you’ve dragged into by her seemed crucial.
You pulled the pants draped over the chair’s backrest and pulled them on, finding lost warmth in the cotton. Next came the loose-fit tunic, grazed by goats and besmirched with smoke. Lastly, you stepped into your leather clogs. With your naked shame hidden, you beckoned for Whiskers to follow, trying not to nostalgize about your home. After all, it was all your handiwork, both the exterior and interior. For fourteen years you had made this place your home, with no else around; and your parents … it really didn’t matter.
As you exited the dwelling, Miranna’s shape loomed out of the gloom to stand before you.
“So this is your cat?” she inquired, leaning in.
Upon seeing her, Whiskers hissed a warning. Her jaws parted, teeth gleaming and eyes aflame, as though she was to devour him whole, abruptly silencing the car. His ears flattened, and he buried his head in your chest.
“Doesn’t seem like cat of a hero!” she lifted her head, looking you over.
With your hand raised to shield Count Whiskers from her gaze, you sighed. “I have a name, you know.”
“Whatever name you bear, it won’t be as impressive as -hero-, and there’s no use of hiding it any-longer!”
“It’s Niklos.”
She scratched her chin, almost drawing blood, then raised her arm upwards. “Like I said, hero, you are destined to defeat the Demon King. I am intrigued—how do you plan to accomplish this? Tell me, now!”
You lifted your other hand. “About that, can you first explain what this prophecy you mentioning is all about?”
After gazing up at the clouds, Miranna leaned on her hips. “The prophesies of ‘Grub Hag’ are infallible. I was there beside the Demon King when she foresaw the future, and she was very clear about what she said.”
“What -did- she say, exactly?”
“That one would appear soon to slay the Demon King! From the dirt, he, would bear a mark!”
You lifted a patch of your hair off your forehead and winced, stumbling back to sit on a bench outside the house.
“A specific scar, like the one on my chest? It’s not—“
