Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

Chapter 63: Interrogation

Dementors...a specific race of Demons who feed on pain and misery.

The art of inflicting pain is weaved in their very being. They don't look much at first glance, being one of the smaller types of demons out there, yet the damage they cause goes directly to their target's mind and soul, leaving them broken beyond repair.

It doesn't help that these creatures just love it when their meal is plucked directly at the peak of their misery. They have all the necessary means to completely break a person, and that's what makes them absolutely terrifying and dangerous.

Now...such a creature showed up in this hidden room amidst the outer reaches of the city.

Lord knows how much Arishem wanted to break his cover the moment he spotted that creature. He shivered at the idea of what this thing could do to his precious brat. Unfortunately, the brat himself was the one who stopped him by sending subtle signs towards him.

Arishem had to also use a trick to cover the presence of his other brats. Dementors are akin to sharks who smell blood when exposed to even the faintest trace of fear.

Thankfully, he was quick and silent about it, or else their cover would've been blown by now. That said, it's still up for debate if staying hidden was the right move.

"God, you all have lost it!" 021 exclaimed in disbelief, "You colluded with demons!? Traitors!"

"So fucking what?" The female cultist spat venomously, "So what if we switched camps? So what if you brand us traitors!? Do you think we care at this point? Your system is flawed and nobody cares enough to fix it!"

"You people have no idea how much we suffered from the unfairness of the world! You cannot imagine how much we lost because they refused to move! To change for the better!"

"So what if we discarded our Humanity? At the very least, Demons were fair to us! They have never mistreated us ever since we joined them!"

"That's because they want something from you!" 021 exclaimed, looking furious. "The only reason why you're still alive is because you lot still has some uses for them! Once you outlived your purpose, what do you think the first thing they'll do?"

"Bold of you to assume that we will lose purpose that fast." The female cultist sneered. "What? Did you honestly think that our only purpose was to abduct and kill humans? Ha! What a joke!"

021 looked appalled by the implications of her words. His eyes constricted as he asked: "Y-you can't possibly mean..."

"Yes indeed! While our goal was to completely subjugate humanity, that doesn't necessarily mean that we can't have a little bit of fun while doing it right?" The female cultist snickered at his face.

"First, we will convert this city right under their noses. And isn't it just that perfect? This city just happens to be near the heart of the continent! I'm sure that subjugating this city will open up a lot of opportunities for us."

"And through our methods, nobody will know what will hit them! Yes, they wouldn't! By the time we're done here, humanity will be done for! A fitting end for an ignorant race like this one!"

"You're mad! Delusional! Do you really think Humanity doesn't have someone to protect it?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The female cultist broke out in laughter, "Oh, little rat. Isn't that just adorable? It seems that you're too deep in their propaganda and brainwashing that you remain just as ignorant as the rest!"

"But let me humor you..."

"Sister! I advise against this! We can't possibly tell this child any more of our plans!" The other cultist in the room objected.

"Oh, don't be such a wuss, Brother. What can this child possibly do? And it's not like he'd be able to tell anyone anyway. He'd be a dead man soon, so there's no need to be worried!"

The other cultist looked unconvinced but the mad glint on his Sister's face prevented him from objecting her desires even further. He knew that this woman wouldn't take kindly to further disagreement and he knew her sadistic tendencies so he had wisely chosen to keep his mouth shut.

"Going back...You're talking about those fussy old men behind the scenes, right? The so-called '12 Zodiac Saints'? Them? If you are then you're even more pathetic than I thought!"

"W-What do you mean!?" 021 looked downright horrified by the implications of her words.

Hats off to 021 though. He's a talented actor. Even Arishem who's been watching everything unfold right before his eyes, was impressed by the brat's skills.

"Did you really think that the 12 Zodiac Saints are all that? Those old farts became successful because of their so-called 'contributions' to humanity. I'll admit that they're intimidating and scary...but that's only if they're still alive!"

'Shit! How the fuck did they know that?' Arishem was alarmed as he listened.

"W-what do you mean!? A-answer me!"

"Gosh, you are an idiot! What? Did you honestly think that the 12 Zodiac Saints were a bunch of immortal men? If so, then you are a fool! Immortality doesn't exist! Even Demons, who are way stronger and more capable than humans, don't understand that concept!"

"The 12 Zodiac Saints that you know are already dead! Dead, I tell you! Long dead! They fell many decades ago already! As for the people that are showing their faces to the public? Those are fake!

A 'Double' raised by the slimy men behind the scenes to put on a show to people, keeping up the peaceful facade for as long as they can!"

"Of course, the legacy of the Zodiacs is still alive. As much as I despise those fools, I'll admit that they're strong. Though they're long dead, they compiled their knowledge and wealth, passing it on to their chosen inheritors, who are also being raised within a greenhouse by those slimy old men behind the scenes!"

"The sad part about this is that, even though the 1st generation of the Zodiacs were impressive and their inheritance was great, the same can't be said for the following generations."

"L-Lies!" 021 snarled.

"Oh, but this is the truth!" The female cultist sneered once more. "Don't you think it's weird that there's nothing in the news about the Zodiacs' discovery? Weren't they supposed to be pioneers? Leaders? Saints? Then isn't that strange?

What's up with the inactivity?"

"..."

"That's because the current generation of the Zodiacs were losers!" The female cultist screeched. "Prideful sons and daughters of bitches and self-entitled pricks! Their Aptitude Ratings aren't that impressive at all! Trust me, I would know since if it were, then the Demons wouldn't hesitate to send forces to assassinate them right away! But none has been sent so far."

"They bought their way to those positions. Smearing the reputation of their long-dead predecessors and throwing their weight around like they saved the world. It is such bullshit! Hell, I could tell you right now that one amongst that current generation of bufoons had killed more humans than we cultists did so far, all for the sake of keeping his reputation pristine and his pockets full!"

"..."

"It's because of that...filth, that we have suffered greatly! The world was already unfair to us humans in the first place yet our supposed protectors are doing that? If so, then you should understand why I easily discarded my Humanity. I would never want to be lumped in the same description as that!"

"Who is it!?" 021 demanded, looking righteously infuriated.

"Heh...I like the look in your eyes. Well, to answer your question, it's the 'supposed' leader of the group. It's none other than his highness 'Leo'."

The female cultist spat that title with such venom and hatred.

"Thank you..." 021 replied, sounding calm and collected at this point.

"My, you're welcome, little rat! 'Leo' is a hateful son of a bitch so he deserves to be hated." She laughed impetuously.

"No, no...not that." 021 shook his head, wearing a thin smile as he did so.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I'm thanking you for being so talkative. Seriously, you have no idea how much you helped us with that loose mouth of yours."

"Us?"

Swoosh!

That was the last thing that the cultists heard before they lost consciousness.

021 or Gregory heaved a sigh of relief after seeing his teacher showing up out of nowhere, directly knocking out the cultists and dealing with the Dementor who had been ignored so far.

"Geez...what a mess." He muttered as he digested everything that he had learned so far.

"Ain't that the truth..." Arishem snorted upon hearing him.

His other students helped 021 out of his captivity while Arishem rounded up the traitors.

The brats couldn't have possibly known that their first mission ever was going to end up like this. They have learned so much that it felt illegal somehow.

"Clean up after yourselves and leave this place. Wait for me at the top of the building we're at before. I'll secure all the evidence left in here. Once I'm done here, we're returning to the camp."

"Yes, Teacher."

None of his students refused that order. Too much had happened here and frankly, despite the lack of action, they felt drained, burdened by knowledge. All they want is to leave and turn off their brains for a while so that they can't rest.

Sadly, they all know that that's somewhat impossible...