11 Passed the gate

"I wasn't aware that I was performing a show." The reincarnate says in a disgruntled tone to all the onlookers. Some had been there from the start but most came like vultures separate for a corpse. Seemingly satisfied with the death of the brute, they continue doing whatever it is one does as a creature here. Ironically enough some actually seemed to be carrying wares. Somehow commerce had even manifested itself in a city like this.

The reincarnate finally manages to enter through the gate. More different species of this realm now before him. Different types of orcs, succubus, horned beings one could only assume to be devils and varied demons all in sight.

'Are these actually demons?' He could not help but wonder. The word demon had always carried a nefarious meaning in his previous world. But there it was distant and nearly unimaginable, to now walk with creatures that embody this yet are so vastly different. 'A great diversity, how alarming.' The reincarnate thought to himself, unsure if to laugh or cry. If the law of kill or be killed does truly apply here. Then it's fair to assume that each race or individual will have something that could potentially be dangerous. Even the little imps, not even the size of an orc's booth.

The reincarnate looks over to the succubus and what seems to be some form of hunchbacked demon. At least if a hunch backed humanoid form resembling that of a flayed man with a probable high amount of mana counts. Cornelius had said to view it among this line 'Devils and demons are those you will have to look out for the most. They are both mana inclined creature's yet vary depending on their twisted nature. Some are what they deem beautiful whilst others are nonintellectual and revolting. Neither is innocent nor trustworthy.' When the reincarnate asked how to tell them apart, Cornelius chuckled. 'All devils have horns and if you ever call a devil a demon then you'ill quickly hear it from them.'

'The demon' continued to cling to the succubus. Even if it was hit and kicked. Ad if a puppy it longed for the succubus. The runic marking on it's back resembling that of a caged figure and the indicator of a fate perhaps worse than death. 'Enslavement.' A tragic fate brought by force, trickery and yet sometimes even by the individual's will. The reincarnate continues to look at the flayed like man being beaten.

'Quite a brutal fate.' he thinks before moving away. The scene playing as a warning sign through his head. Moving to the first tavern in sight as he searches for a resting place. It did not take too long to find one in this area of the city.

A building called "the sinning eye" was now before the reincarnate. It's sign, the smell of alcohol, drugs and the obnoxious loud voices all indicators of a low-end tavern at least.

A sense of relief followed by a stream of questions flowed in the reincarnate's mind. Cornelius had referred to him as a shade demon especially when things did not go to plan. Making it clear that this new form whilst human looking was not officially human. A fact he had to accept even before he met his strange companion since the time spent without water and food would not be survivable. Unless the concept of time here was entirely different which he did wish to think of.

Entering the tavern the smell of alcohol and drugs was more than amplified here. Apparently these creatures have not heard of proper ventilation the smoke filled room is a clear health hazard for all individuals. Succubus are serving as waitresses with some using this chance to seduce their victims. Others different species are all in here. Some play cards, some simply rest and all are drinking rather heavily. Even the creatures that do not seem to be of the proper age and the ones that seem of too proper an age.

The emerald eyes of the reincarnate land on an ongoing poker game where 2 men are gambling. The first one seems to be a devil. The presence of mana whilst hidden is there, and the horns are somewhat of a giveaway. Combine that with a blood like red skin and the fact that he seems to be wearing a suite suitable for medieval nobility. His opponent falls in an entirely different category. Quite literally a small goblin sized skeleton on fire. By the fact that said fire does not seem to bother him, it's safe to assume it has something to do with its nature.

The devil was smiling, drinking his alcohol with a smug look. The little fire skeleton was shivering and currently attempting to bite his non-existent nails. Looking at the state of the current game of poker they play and the amount of chips for either side. It would not take a genius to find out which side had the upper hand.

The reincarnate makes his way to the bartender, avoiding physical contact at all cost.

When he arrives, a succubus behind the bar says in a seductive tone. "What can I do for you?" her face coming far closer than necessary as her hand touches the reincarnated's forearm. Which he quickly retracts, causing the succubus to chuckle.

"I would like to rent a room to sleep in." He says in a near robotic tone. Trying to draw a line or perhaps malfunctioning dealing with something actually trying to seduce him.

"Very well, can you pay?" She asks, her chuckles turned to a scrutinizing gaze that seemed to imply "how, exactly?"

The shade demon look at his shadow and pulls out a great war hammer. The crudely made weapon the orc he killed wielded. It would be a waste to destroy a weapon for its master's choices. Besides this was one of the harder spells Cornelius taught him.

"What don't you get? Put it in your shadow!"

"I don't have a shadow! There is no light!"

"Then put it where the shadow would be!"

"How am I supposed to know!"

The memories of the seemingly endless curses that followed after still causing him to shiver slightly.

"Will this do?" The reincarnate asks hoping that all the troubles he had survived to be able to do this wasn't cheaper than a night's rest.