Chapter 7: The Dark Knight

It was business as usual at the E-Rantel Adventurer's Guild. There were fools getting drunk, adventurers getting into fights, and warriors checking out job requests. However, this would be a day that those who were present would always remember. It was the day HE showed up. A tall figure in dark armor wearing a red cape swung the door open and walked in like he owned the place closely followed by a beautiful woman with dark hair. She would be even more gorgeous if she would stop glaring at everyone.

"You see that guy's armor?"

"I would kill for a set like that."

"Probably just some noble looking to play hero."

"Meh."

"Check out the girl!"

"Screw the girl! Check out that guy's ass. Day-um!"

The armored man walked up to the counter and spoke in a calm yet commanding voice.

"I would like a double room." The bartender looked up at this behemoth of a man and then noticed his copper plate.

"Yer just a Copper Plate. A double room is 5 copper coins but what you really want is the communal hall so you can form a team," the gruff bartender said.

"I understand what you're saying and your comments are valuable….. but I'm going to ignore your advice. A double room please."

"Brushing off my goodwill like that…. Now it's 7 copper coins!"

"Don't try to pull that with me!" the armored giant leaned over the counter.

"What are you going to do about it?" the bartender didn't back down.

"I'm going to rip out your skull and beat you to death with it."

"That's not physically possible!"

"Funny. That's what the last guy said." The two continued to stare each other down until the bartender finally backed off.

"You got guts kid. 5 copper it is," he said with a huff. "Your room is the third room to the left on the second floor."

"Thank you," the tall man said as he gently laid 5 copper coins onto the counter. As he started heading towards the stairs with his companion in tow when some wiseass decided to stick his foot in their way. The armored man rolled his eyes under his helmet and kicked the man's foot out of the way.

"Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?" the wiseass exclaimed.

"Momon," the armored man stated simply.

"What?"

"That is my name: Momon." The wiseass now turned his attention to the beautiful woman behind the giant now identified as Momon.

"Now ain't she a hot piece of ass. Tell you what newbie, give us a night with her and we'll call it even." The woman growled at the wiseass as Momon laughed.

"You have no idea how easy it would be to break you in two," Momon chuckled.

"What? You think you, a Copper Plate, stand a chance against me and boys who are Iron Plates? HA!" Without warning a metal gauntlet wrapped its fingers around the wiseass's neck and hoisted him into the air.

"Yes," was all Momon said before he tossed him away. The wiseass flew over the other patrons and collided with the wall on the other side of the room before landing on a table in front of some redhead, smashing a bottle as he landed. He then glared at the man's partners, who were sweating nervously. "Anyone else? I didn't think so-"

"YOU!" a woman's voice cried out. Momon turned around. That redhead pointing at him in an accusatory fashion. "Do you have any idea what you've just done!?" Momon tilted his head to get a good view of the table he had just seen her sitting at.

"I assume you are talking about your potion that gentleman has unfortunately smashed," Momon stated unconcerned.

This woman matches Nigun's description.

"Yeah! Do you know how long I-"

"Before you go off on a rant could you tell me your name?" Momon asked.

"My name is Brita!" she proclaimed with a huff.

So it is her.

Before she could say anything else, Momon held up a blood red potion and handed it to her.

"Consider this your compensation, Brita," Momon said. With a whirl of his caped he turned back around and headed upstairs with the black haired beauty close behind. The moment they were out of sight, everyone started talking excitedly about the newcomers.

"Did you see that?"

"That guy might be able to bench press a horse!"

"That girl scares the hell out of me."

"He's as tough as he looks!"

"Meh."

"Do you really think that guy can tear out someone's skull and beat them to death with it?"

"No way that's not physically possible!"

"Scary."

"No weapons other than those two huge swords on his back, he must be confident."

"Or foolish."

"How are we gonna deal with them?"

"How do you think he looks under that armor?"

"Do you think they're doing it?"

Brita ignored the conversations happening around her as she stared at the potion Momon had given her. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. There was only one person she trusted to examine a rare potion like this. Without anyone noticing, she headed out the door and started walking down the street.

Momon took off his helmet and thanks to [Mortal's Mask], a spell that allowed him to take the face of someone whose blood he drank, he looked completely different and completely human (His face as Momon makes him look like Shay Cormac from Assassin's Creed Rogue). After checking the room to make sure no one could see them and using [Anti-Intelligence Magic Wall], he dispelled [Mortal's Mask] and his true face: Lucifer Dracul.

"Lord Dracul, why did you give a human such a valuable potion?" his female companion asked.

"She is part of why we're here," Momon said as he placed his helmet on the bed. "And as long as we're undercover you are to call me Momon, not Lucifer Dracul, and you are Nabe, not Narberal Gamma."

"Yes Lord Momon!" Nabe said.

"Just Momon! No lord or anything similar!"

"Yes Momon…. Sir." Nabe after struggling with herself for a moment.

"Hmm, close enough I suppose," Momon said with a sigh.

"Sir Momon, please enlighten this foolish one as to how this woman pertains to your plans."

Stop being so damn formal! *Sigh* This is as close as I'm going to get isn't it?

"As you are well aware, we are experiencing an issue when it comes to potions, herbs, and other resources native to this world. We need someone who has extensive knowledge of these resources who we can use. And from Nigun's reports, a boy named Nfirea Bareare is our best bet." Nabe furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"So what does that have to with that lower lifeform?"

"That woman, Brita, is an associate of the Bareare Pharmacists. I have just given her a potion she has never seen before so she will obviously take it to be appraised the Bareares who she trusts. What we know as a Minor Healing Potion, this world knows as a legendary potion they call the Blood of God. That potion will no doubt make its way into Nfirea's hands by the time the sun goes down. Are you following Nabe?"

"Yes, sir," Nabe said with a nod although she looked a bit confused.

"According to Nigun, the Theocracy was planning to use forbidden knowledge to lure out Nfirea and capture him so they could cultivate his ability to use ANY magical item, which is an additional reason I want to acquire him. From this information we can assume that Nfirea has a natural thirst for knowledge. Brita will surely inform him who gave her the potion and so with the opportunity to learn how to create the Blood of God, he will come to me himself," Momon finished with a sense of self satisfaction.

"I see, but Sir Momon, wouldn't it be more effective to simply abduct this human?" Nabe asked. Momon shook his head.

"No. I want him to work for me willingly. If he's willing he is more likely to work diligently and effectively becoming a great boon for Nazarick," he said as he put his helmet back on. "If we make him serve us against his will, he would be unproductive and search for a means to escape or rebel. Slave labor is an inefficient solution which would cost us in the long term."

"I see. I apologize for my shortsightedness Sir Momon," Nabe said remorsefully.

"It's fine Nabe."

"I shall take my own life in atonement," she said as she drew her blade.

Seriously?

"I'd rather you didn't," Momon said with a sigh.

"As you say, sir," Nabe said as she skillfully sheathed her blade.

I'm beginning to think it was a mistake bringing her.

Bonus Story: Training with Shaltear

Nigun was lying flat on his back cowering before his mistress as she slowly approached with… whatever that thing was.

"You failed again Nigun!" Shaltear exclaimed as she held up a long, spiked, black, dick-shaped object. Aura smiled triumphantly as she watched Shaltear about to….. she wasn't sure what Shaltear was doing but she knew it would hurt Nigun and that's what mattered. His master's words suddenly went through Nigun's head.

Be careful around Shaltear. She is a necrophiliac and now that you're undead, in Shaltear's eyes, you're fair game.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!" Nigun wailed and kicked out. He foot connected with Shaltear's chest. Unfortunately for him, the angle at which his foot connected with her chest sent all the tissue paper she had stuffed into her bra flying out. Aura doubled over laughing while Shaltear simply fumed. Then from out of nowhere she pulled out yet another spiked dildo and slowly approached Nigun.

"I was going to be gentle. BUT NOW I'M GONNA MAKE IT HURT! THESE TOOLS WERE LEFT TO ME BY MY CREATOR PERORONCINO TO MAKES ASSES SORE! AND YOU WILL BE THE SOREST ASS OF ALL!"

It was at this moment Nigun realized…. He fucked up. Cocytus happened to be walking by at this exact moment and saw what was happening. While he didn't really care what Shaltear did, he felt that Aura shouldn't be watching this. So he picked her up and carried her away.

"Hey! Stop Cocytus!"

"You. Do. Not. Want. To. See. This."

"But-"

"When. You. Are. Older."

"But-"

"WHEN. YOU. ARE. OLDER." Aura didn't get to see the show, but she did hear noises.

"NO! STOP MISTRESS BLOODFALLEN! PLEA-!" Nigun was cut off by a scream and then some sort gulping noise.

Noises that still haunt her to this day.