Burn, Baby, Burn

One of the soldiers took the old man's arm in his screams and cries, ''Demons everywhere! Demons everywhere! Demons everywhere!'' The old man was looking at me. I was sure about that and I was hoping no one else would notice.

Unfortunately, cleric Roen followed the old man's gaze, and we met eye to eye. I tried to smile but my facial muscles didn't seem to be listening to me. Roen and one of the soldiers took the old man out of the guild, and the other soldier turned to Hermes.

''My sincere apologies. You know, the cleric wasn't sane for years,'' The soldier said.

Hermes nodded, ''I was wondering where he was nowadays,'' He said and hesitated for a second, ''May I ask, what is your unit doing in this town?''

The soldier smiled apologetically, ''I wish I knew. We are just doing as we are told, but the rumors aren't nice. I suggest you not to send adventurers to the forest for a while.''

Hermes frowned and looked at the man silently for a moment, ''I see.'' There was a tense silence in the guild. Everyone was listening to their talk.

Finally, one of the adventurers sipped her drink at one of the tables broke the silence, ''What was the lunatic cleric doing with the soldiers? Will the army goes on a demon hunt?''

The soldier stirred restlessly, ''A few days ago he came to us. I don't know how he managed to find us, we were in the middle of nowhere in the forest. The captain is quite religious, he thinks the old man is a saint or something because he lost his sanity fighting the evil.''

Mocking prayers and laughter heard from the bar. I wasn't feeling well, I didn't like the look in Roen's eyes at all. Obviously, Captain wasn't the only one who thought lunatic cleric was a saint.

I headed to the door but someone held my hand. It was Ian, he looked into my eyes for a few seconds then let me go. I kept staring at him. He probably tried to play with my mind but I had no idea what he just tried.

He lifted his eyebrows in surprise. I must have done something I shouldn't have done, but now I wasn't in a state of mind to care. I ran out of the guild and headed for the hostel room that I had rented for a copper.

The words of a crazy old man were not enough to convince neither Roen nor Ian to believe anything, but they would remember this incident. The next time something suspicious happened, they will put two and two together.

I had to find a way to hide my identity as soon as possible. I could go from here to another town or city, but what was the meaning of running if I'd run into the same problem everywhere. I was in need of a permanent solution.

A notification popped as if the system was waiting for me to think about it.

{A special quest created by an anonymous user for every demon who has the capability to access the top secret information about the upcoming war between the northern human kingdom and ice demons.

You must accept the confidentiality agreement and the terms of secrecy to view the quest's details. In case of violation of the terms of the agreement, the user in question will be deemed to have accepted all kinds of punishment, including torture and slavery.

Quest reward: A single-use disguise seal. The person carrying the surface that the seal applied on will have the ability to change one of the basic features shown in the system as desired. For example, if you apply the seal to a ring, you can change your name or level as long as you wear the ring.

Click here to read the confidentiality agreement and the terms of secrecy.}

''An appropriate reward for a spying quest,'' The fox said. ''Will you do it?''

I gave a hysterical laugh which causes a few people on the street to turn to look at me. ''The first time someone heard my wish, she took my soul. The second time I'm offered something I want and I am asked to accept the possibility of torture and slavery. Perfect. Just perfect!''

Meanwhile, I was at the hostel and I wasn't alone. There was a horse-drawn carriage in front of the hostel and apparently, my new prostitute neighbor was having a problem with her client.

''That was good honey, see ya,'' A fatty uncle whipped his horses but the horses couldn't move because of the woman standing in their way.

''Just give the money! I don't if care my pimp gonna fuck you in the ass to get his money or beat 'til you pass out but I don't wanna be beaten because of you motherfucker!'' My lovely neighbor said.

I'm annoyed that this discussion was happening in front of the building, there was no way for me to go in. The pimps would somehow get their money, but I was nervous, exhausted physically and mentally, and hadn't slept for days.

With the whip in hand, fatty got out of the cart to get the woman out of the way. I couldn't care less. I looked for a way to go in and unluckily, fatty saw me. ''Hey babe, are you staying at this hostel too? Wanna take a tour on my cock?''

I silently cursed myself for letting the fox persuade me to stay in this hostel and ignored the man as I walked to the hostel. ''Talking you honey are you deaf or something?'' At that very moment, fatty made the mistake of his life. He touched me.

I stopped and looked at him. His hand was on my arm. I looked at him again. Touching me? That man was touching me? Without my permission? Oh no. Never again. I didn't hesitate when I took the whip from him. Or when the whip is wrapped around the man's wrist. Or when his wrist broke in one swipe. Or when I kicked and whipped him until he passed out.

''Wow,'' the fox said. ''Do you know how to use a whip as a weapon? I mean, except torturing.''

I was out of breath due to excitement. ''Yes,'' I said in between two breaths. ''I know. I already told you I specialized in two different classes.'' The blood of the man was on my hands, skirt, and face.

The prostitute started to search the man's pockets to find her money when she made sure he passed out. ''I have a bathroom,'' She said. ''A real one. Wanna use?''

''Gladly,'' I said. We left the fatty on the ground and went upstairs. I took the whip with me. It wasn't made for fighting, but it was better than nothing. Nobody questioned the blood or the whip as walking in the hall. Maybe the hostel was the right choice after all.

"I'm Adele," She said as headed to her room. Adele didn't mention the man or what I did. Either she wasn't really scared or she was good at acting, I don't know.

I took my blade and whip with me to the bathroom. Not because I don't trust Adele, but because there is literally no one I trust all over the world right now.

I was feeling empty as the hot water flow over me. I was angry at some point, but now, the life I used to live wasn't real.

I touched my lips and tried to remember how kissing feels like. I imagined that the water that caressed my skin and touched my most special parts was the hand of a lover.

I didn't want to need an aphrodisiac to satisfy myself. I wanted to do it all by myself. Plus, being naked was giving ideas. Pretty nice ideas.