The Unwilling Protagonist

Chapter 10: Geralt

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Somehow, putting up with Kara's constant advances and Miriam and Charlotte's response to said advances was more tiresome than fighting the Arcana, possibly because Y/N couldn't kill them. Whatever was wrong with Kara, not even Devil knew; she kept clinging onto Y/N's arm the whole walk.

"Kara, don't you think this is unnecessary?" Y/N said awkwardly.

"No." Kara replied immediately.

Charlotte led the way, Y/N and Kara walked behind her, and Miriam walked behind them grumbling the whole way...

"Improper, indecent, disgraceful..." She mumbled. Y/N could feel her stare burning into his head.

I wonder who's going to kill me first: the Arcana or Miriam. Y/N thought.

"My bet's on the Arcana." Devil interjected. Y/N looked to his side and saw Devil walking next to him again. "That girl likes you too much to kill you."

No way. She likes me?

"Y/N, please. I know these things." Devil smiled.

Devil disappeared again as Charlotte stopped in front of a door.

"Here is your room." She said.

"Thanks, Charlotte." Y/N replied.

Y/N opened the door to see Devil laying on the bed inside it.

"This place isn't bad." Devil said.

Kara immediately jumped face-first into the bed.

"Comfy..." She sighed.

"Kara..." Y/N grumbled.

"I was here first." Devil said.

Charlotte and Miriam both had to pull Kara off the bed, leaving Y/N alone. He sighed as he dropped his gear and threw himself onto the bed. Devil migrated over to a chair in the room and stared.

"Well, we're alone now. Did you want to talk about something?" Devil asked, propping his feet up in the air on an invisible surface.

Y/N didn't change his position. He spoke to Devil as he was lying down.

"First off, how are you here when I killed you?" Y/N asked.

"Well, you absorbed my blackfire when you killed me. In turn, you absorbed me into your body, which is how you can see me, and why your arm and chest have my essence."

"My chest?" Y/N quickly lifted his shirt. His chest looked normal, only showing the scar from where he was sliced.

"Yes, hold on." Devil said.

After Devil finished speaking, the scar on Y/N's chest turned black and swirled with the same magical material that his arm and Devil were made out of.

"Shit!" Y/N said in surprise before he lowered his shirt, "That feels weird..."

"You know, if you want..." Devil pointed to Y/N's right arm.

Y/N looked at his arm and witnessed it changed from blackfire to skin. It looked exactly like his arm before he lost it. Amused and impressed, Y/N felt his arm and moved it around.

"It feels like an actual arm..." Y/N said, "How did you do that?"

Devil smiled, "Blackfire can take on many forms. It can be molded into whatever shape its user desires, and that shape can either be solidified or given life. For instance, I could summon my knife as a weapon whenever I desired. Magician himself could make entire villages out of blackfire. Now, even though it looks and feels like the real thing, it's still blackfire at its core. If your arm were to be cut off again, it would grow back, but it would be painful, of course."