732: Severing Ties-III

Severing Ties-III

They reached the top of the abyss not long after. Fortunately, Beelzebub's wings healed fairly quickly, enabling them to fly up and reached the top of the abyss compared to climbing.2

Esther thought it was strange. Even though they had fallen to the bottom of the abyss, she never felt as high of happiness as she did now. Her heart felt fulfilled but amongst that there was just still worries in her mind. The worries that rooted inside Beelzebub, his greed.

They went back to the shop. While Beelzebub keep an eye to the people who attacked them earlier, wondering if they would come back to attack them again. It's said that thief would come to the crime place twice and Esther also wondered if it was the case.

Entering the bar in which they had came to the day before, Esther looked left and right, seeing how it was the same exact people at the same exact seat in the bar. The shopkeeper continued to mind his business of polishing the glass until he noticed Beelzebub's hard to miss presence. 

Realizing that it was the same demon, his face went pale. Esther came to inquire the man about the person who resemble Beelzebub's face only to be surprised when Beelzebub rushed to the shopkeeper before jerking the man's collar and slammed his face to the table.

The shopkeeper yelp in fear, his hand letting go the drinking glass caused it to break next to his face. Beelzebub took the opportunity of the naturally made blade by holding the broken pieces of the glass and placed the sharp end toward the man's neck.

"Beel?" Esther asked when she noticed all the other visitors in the shopkeeper stood up in unison, baring their weapons. 

Those demons! Esther quickly picked up her guard. "I didn't expect we would be fighting this quickly," she cursed.

"Well. I was fooled so I am quite angry," answered Beelzebub, keeping his smile down and his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "This I realized now. A good shop you have here, don't you?"

The man groaned in response, as if to show that he didn't fear Beelzebub. That was enough to have Beelzebub raised his hand and slammed the demon's head back to the table.

"Right, maybe if I kill you by slamming your head to the table until your skull break that would be more fun?"

"N-NO!!!" The demon screamed in agony but Beelzebub had a shrewd sense of torturing. The more scream the demon yelled it only fueled him to slam his head more to the table. 

Esther sighed, "I think that's enough. We need his answer," she reminded. Beelzebub pointed his hand on her and snapped his finger as if he just remembered that was what he should be doing now. 

"Correct," he said, "Now, I noticed how strange this little place of yours is. It's full of demon and there are scent of blood but I see no humans in your menu. Everyone is still very neatly. It's a bar in Hell, do you really think it would be so tidy? Have you seen how blood, organs, and skins are scattered in all bar across hell?"

Esther recalled the time she went into a bar and indeed saw all kind of gory actions surrounding her. 

She found it odd how well-kept the place was as if… "As if a high demon is keeping a guard at this bar," she whispered aloud. Her words were enough to spark shock on the demons all around her who was startled by her quick guess. 

"Right?" Beelzebub's eyes peered down dangerously to the demon whose head was still in his dangerous captive. "Who is it? Tell me and I might consider sparing your life."

The demon looked hesitant and his mouth continued to shut until he saw his action caused Beelzebub's eyes to lift up in a wicked joy. He was ready to owe into the words he had said previously and thinking of his future send shiver to his soul.

"I don't know! I really do not know who his name is!" The demon shouted.

"I'm sure you can think more than simply I don't know," Esther chided, causing the man's face to pale. 

"He… he is a high demon! Someone with the title Reviys. I have never heard that title before and I'm certain it's not his true title. He came and gave us order to keep this bar for two months."

Beelzebub narrowed his eyes and looked at Esther who was more familiar with other demons around Hell, "You know that title before?"

Esther pulled her hand to bellow her chin and shook her head in response, "I am not sure I have heard that name before. I do heard titles such as Revoin, Revoltion, but Reviys is the first time I have heard such name."

Beelzebub went back to his thought. If Esther doesn't know the title he doubted anyone else know. She had worked under Leviathan, the prince of Hell and have excellent amount of titles in her head.

Esther also wondered if it was a new title but in hell there was only thirty three titles and as she remembered them, she knew there won't be any tittle suddenly appearing as it was the ultimate rule of Hell. As long as satan didn't change this rule, the titles of demons in hell would remain thirty three.

"Was he the one who had told you spreading the rumor of a man who looked like the person we are searching for?" Esther then asked, seeing the demon's hesitation before turning to reluctance. 

"Yes. If you could let me sit, I promise to tell you what I know," the demon offered. 

It was fishy to Esther but in response, Beelzebub sighed and retracted his hand. 

The demon in relive let go of his breaths. His grin immediately appear upon seeing a moment of unguarded from Beelzebub and he reached his hand in mind to kill Beelzebub only for his sight to turn upside down across his eyes. He realized not after when death had knocked on his door that his head had been severed and roll across the cold floor. 

"I thought we needed informations from them," reminded Esther, watching the decapitated head that splattered continuous amount of blood across the floor. 

"There are many of them, darling. We have enough of people to help us understand this puzzle." 

The rest of the demons in the bar looked amongst each other to make certain of their plan and in unison rush to attack Beelzebub. Beelzebub would recommend this work for them which would have worked if only their opponent wasn't him. 

In ease he could kill them, capturing one last person who cowered down on the corner of the room. Esther followed Beelzebub who raised his leg and kicked away one table across the floor. He then stared at the last alive demon with a wide smirk. "Now now you have choices. Would you be able to make your choice rightly unlike all others?"

Esther waited for the demon to speak. The demon groveled on the ground, pleading for help and when Beelzebub had threatened him once again, he quickly spilled his words, "I do not know his identity, sire! But I do know the location in which him," the demon carefully pointed his finger to the severed head. "And Reviys."

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