Chapter 4: The Royal Demon

Reaching towards the tavern, the boys would be settling down in one of the corners, drinking the finest juices available, after the child returned Raphael back into its card-like state. They were in a slanted position, looking towards the numerous pages across the board. Pages that detail specifically missions that one is capable of doing. It became a repetitive process for the boys, with Harvard finding a mission in specific, followed by Zazel denying it, and then Harvard finding another mission, rinse and repeat. They've looked through the numerous ones that can showcase the demon's magic: A goblin horde in a nearby cave, a dusty mansion which is rumored to be haunted, a mineshaft which houses a golem in need of resurgence, and even a cave where the dragon once lived in, yet all of them didn't scream any enough interest for the demon in question.

"What abouuuut, This one?"

"Mm....Nah."

"This one?"

"Nope."

"This one?"

"Nuh-uh"

"Oh C'mon Zazel, SURELY one of 'em outta get you interested.." Harvard looked onwards to see more available missions, realizing quickly that they ran out. He showed the papers towards Zazel, which has him realize that these missions aren't what they shaped up to be. The demon groaned when he witnesses this, laying down amidst the seat he was on.

"Sheesh...You humans are BORING, Y'now that? Everything just feels the same 'Kill x and get rewarded with Y.' Its just pointless!" It was obvious towards the child that things weren't shaping up as they should. Harvard continued to scavenge through the pages, until suddenly an interruption happened. Something that Harvard and Zazel would've never suspected to come back and bite them as hard as it should. Something that, for all intents and purposes, really regret not handling it sooner.

It was the mob again. The same mob that was thrashing around and about after the demon for his deeds. To think of all places they chose to wind down, they'd pick a location as big as THIS!? It was a nightmare for Zazel, as he buried himself in the seating, hiding away from public eyes, begging for a miracle that they do not see him. Harvard can easily see the dramatic devil hiding away like a rat in their hole, examining the mob once more. Then, an idea came to his head. A very, very, very bad idea. He'd lean downwards to Zazel, whispering in his ear so that nobody else can listen in. "You know...This COULD be a good practice for you...It also makes them no longer bother you anymore!"

"But what about the crosses? The Water? The Knives and pitchforks!? The-"

"Look again." He Gestured towards the mob, letting Zazel set aside his fear when he gets a better view of what's going on. They were empty. The mob doesn't have their standard items or plausible weapons with them. They can just as easily be taken advantage and get screwed over if one is smart enough, and they wouldn't even know it would be Zazel to begin with. Such knowledge, while assisting the demon with his choice, still gave him a pit in his stomach for what he may need to do. Harvard would encourage his new friend further. "C'mon, Zazy! If I was in your shoes, I'd teach 'em a thing or two about being mean to me, beat 'em down like the villains that they are!"

Zazel was given a nickname from the boy he recently met. Weird, yet it does stick with him a bit. He'd think back to his viewing of the dragon being decimated, as well as the countless times he's been harassed for being merely a demon. With that confidence, he'd try to get to work, doing gestures to create circles, and said circles being engraved in its center with sigils. Markings in different curvatures, different symbols, different languages. The language of the Devil himself. Harvard was interested in these symbols, not actually recognizing them from anywhere else. What were these things?

Without fear, Zazel would make his way across the tavern, using the likes of stools and chairs, as well as the tables, to hide himself, planting the sigils near the mob: First being on the floor, so that when interacting with the floor, it would cause the sigil to take effect. The second, and arguably the hardest, was casting a spell on the people themselves. He would require a bit more energy than what he wishes to pay for, but it would be worth it in the end, planting a separate sigil into their bodies and taking away something of theirs. Something special. Lastly, he'd plant one last sigil underneath the table itself, preparing itself to emit a blood-curdling sound that would cause a standard person to run for the hills.

Swiftly, he came back, the three sigils at the ready, making this sufficient enough for punishment in being bullied by his mere appearance. "Shax.....Ronove...Stolas..." Zazel would utter these three names, triggering the sigils themselves. Soon, chaos would ensue. What transpires would be the likes of the mob losing their sense of taste and smell, as well as touch. Their very environment, and to an extent the entire tavern was shifting itself upon low gravity, floating among each other without any course for where it may land upon, nor any location where it may cease such trajectories. Loud sounds like animals erupted from the table itself, varying from lions and apes to hounds and birds. It overwhelmed the mob due to them relying on their sense of hearing, being heightened and causing a chain reaction of scampering men and women all over the place, making a mess in the entire tavern as a whole. The boys laughed as they see the mess before them, Harvard inevitably floating upwards, but pretending that he was swimming all over the place. The sound was deafening, but it was an overall hilarious experience to watch the assailants get their just deserts.

"That was AWESOME! What even was that!?" The boy yelled, trying to reach his voice out to the demon.

"Royal Sigils!"

"WHAAAAT!?" Harvard put his hands over his ears, trying to hear his friend better.

"ROYAL! SIGILS! THEY'RE BASICALLY THE BIG LEAGUES OF DEMONS!!" Zazel yelled as hard as he could, floating upwards so that Harvard can hear him better. When the child got the memo, he'd also see that the chaos ensuing is going to be linked towards the two of them. Grabbing ahold of the papers, He'd float his way out of the tavern, casting a spell in the form of chains to wrap and drag Zazel out like it was rope.

"C'MON! LETS GO SEE WHAT ELSE THOSE THINGYS CAN DO!" Harvard hollered as he escapes the location.

"WHAAAAT!?" would be the last of Zazel's statement before he get dragged away from the chaos, following the child out of harms way, satisfied with the mischief he's casted upon them.