Y-Yes! I am t-this Demon Lord

Chapter 4 - Y-Yes! I am t-this Demon Lord

Floyde's body, who was still standing still behind the people in cloaks, with an enormous amount of pressure emerging from him, made it difficult for the people to stand up. Then the person in white suddenly showed a bright smile, thinking they have finally reincarnated Demon Lord Belial.

But after a moment, the fear in the middle-aged man's heart dominated the happiness within him, thinking if the person he had just burnt and stabbed was the Demon Lord. More fear enveloped him as his heart started beating faster. The murderous intent still filled the hall.

The grey dead eyes of Floyde that were releasing a dark glow returned to their usual eye color, black. Floyde's body suddenly burst out more pressure, giving a hard time again to the people in cloaks to breathe properly. The black aura around Floyde's body grew wider and thicker, causing the entire hall to turn dark, not letting any moonlight pass through the windows. The aura made it look like they were ants trapped in a enclosed box, not letting anything enter or escape.

After Floyde's eyes turned back to black, his life then came back. Floyde shivered. When he saw his surroundings—the dark hall,—he couldn't see anything at all. But he could hear and feel people breathing within. It may seem that Floyde's hearing and senses grew, letting him hear and feel through tiny little things.

What shocked Floyde was that he could see the people in front of him—shaking while laying on the ground from the pressure in the darkness. Floyde's vision was clear, but not for them. He could see them, but the colors Floyde could only distinguish were black and white.

Floyde, who was perplexed seeing this, just continued staring at them while thinking in his thoughts that he had just died and come back to life. He came to this idea because he saw his body completely healed and treated fine and well.

The middle-aged man took the risk and forced himself to turn around, tolerating the heavy pressure. All the people in black had already fainted from the pressure, leaving only the middle-aged man conscious.

"Is that really you? Demon Lord Belial?" said the man unsurely, still feeling the murderous intent and pressure in the hall—his body had completely turned around, still on his knees on the ground, with sweat all over his face.

Floyde, who remembered what that guy did to him, looked at the middle-aged with a mad expression with some fear in it. If the guy in the white robe saw Floyde's expression, he would totally deny that he was the Demon Lord. For Floyde not to experience the same pain again, he just played along.

"Y-y-yes! I am that person who you call Demon Lord Belial! HAHAHA..." Floyde laughed uncomfortably.

"Really?!" shouted the man in happiness as flames ignited from his palms to see Floyde's face.

"But... Your appearance my Lord."

"W-why?! Is there something wrong?" Replied Floyde as he took a step back from seeing flames ignite from the middle-aged man's palms and adding the thought if his cover had just been blown.

"N-no my Lord. It's just that..."

"It's just what?" Floyde asked unsurely.

"It's just completely different from the drawing and description from the book," the middle-aged man said, looking intently to whole body of Floyde.

"What should my appearance look like then?" calmly said Floyde because the middle-aged man didn't catch him yet in his acts.

"Umm..." said the man as he took out a book from his inner claok with one of his free hands. He laid the black-looking old book on the floor as he shifted the pages.

"It's said, Demon Lord Belial would appear to be a muscular cow." said the middle-aged man as he continued.

"I had stabbed you and burnt you earlier because I thought we had failed in reincarnating you, my Lord."

'Hmm... Cow? what cow... COW?! Is it that cow that was in my dream earlier? Wait, no... but it wasn't muscular...' Floyde thought to himself unsurely, with a blank expression on his face. Plus, was there even a cow capable to be called 'Demon Lord?'

"My Lord, is there something wrong?" the middle-aged man asked worriedly.

"Ah! No, nothing."

Floyde didn't know what to say or do now in this awkward situation. So he let the middle-aged man take the lead, by saying, "What brings you here?"

"My Lord, it has been months since we've tried reincarnating you. Even this book right here had no information on how to reincarnate you, it only had information about you. Until one unexpected day, someone sent a message to us through a scroll that a black crow delivered."

"Reincarnate... So, what did you do to reincarnate me?" said Floyde as he chuckled.

Floyde knew what reincarnation was—It means a person or animal in whom a particular soul is believed to have been reborn. He chuckled because he knew he still had his own body. That would say their 'reincarnation' failed. What made it funnier is that Floyde didn't believe in reincarnation.

Floyde thought this was all a joke. He thought these people were just part of a cult that each person was being scammed into believing false rituals. And that fire... he just made himself believe that there was a flamethrower connected to the robe of the middle-aged man. And the fact that he had just died and was brought back to life, he completely forgot about that scenario as if nothing happened and would just focus on the event happening right now.

"It was written on the scroll that we had to sacrifice 7,000 people in order to reincarnate you," the middle-aged aged man answered.

Floyde completely forgot what they did to make this process, 'Reincarnation', work. They still had to sacrifice people. Floyde was still unsure if they really did that. I mean, Floyde still thinks he is in his place where police or even the government would react to the 'sacrifice' of 7,000 people. But he is sorely mistaken.

Even though Floyde was unsure about them sacrificing 7,000 people, he still had this burning rage inside of him. Inside of Floyde was rage, but on the outside, he had to stay calm to not draw suspicions to the man in white. Even if they really sacrificed them, what could he do? So, Floyde then asked.

"Was there other ways to reincarnate me? Rather than sacrificing the people?" said Floyde, still playing the act of 'Demon Lord Belial'.

"I'm not sure, if I may say so, my Lord. Just when we were having wasted months in finding no clues and when we were already in a rough situation, that was the time a crow from a random stranger sent the scroll to us. I say random stranger because after reading the scroll, indented on the bottom of the scroll was, '- Random Stranger."

"Is that so?…"

No matter how many times the middle-aged man would speak, he wanted to cough a mouthful of blood. He was still having a hard time breathing from the pressure after the 'Voice' brought Floyde back to life. But still, the murderous intent filled the hall with fear crawling to the spine of the middle-aged man.