The Devil's Origin

69: Legion. (NSFW)

"Randolph, are you sure we're in the right place?"

"Yes, I'm sure.... Mostly."

Currently, Randolph and I were in the basement of something that you could call an abandoned tower.

Randolph was the one who acquired information that said there was a demon in this foul-smelling place.

According to the rumour, there was a demon that had been locked in this place for at least several hundred years ago.... Or so I was told.

Randolph said this story was commonly spread between adventurers over a drink in a bar.

Hundreds of years ago an evil spirit was being locked in a tower in the east.

Ever since then, you could hear the evil spirit's cursed voice coming from the tower.

When I first heard about it, I thought it was just an ordinary ghost story people told during their drunken banter but Randolph said we should go inspect it just in case.

After getting closer to the tower, we were certainly able to hear growls filled with hatred coming from the tower that showed no sign of anyone coming in for the last several hundred years.

To be able to live in this desolate tower for hundreds of years, the one staying there must certainly be a demon since no human could live for that long.

Having come to such a conclusion, the two of us decided to go into the tower to investigate even further.

But..... This tower was really...

Dark... And it smelled so foul....

Even though I was hiding behind Randolph's back, this place was creepy enough for me to second-guess him.

I had to ask him whether he was sure we were in the right place or not, despite knowing full well we were certainly in the right place.

And for some reason, there were a lot of wild dogs inside this tower although they weren't foolish enough to attack Randolph since he was holding onto a flaming torch.

"W-why there's a lot of wild dogs here...?"

I asked Randolph.

"I'm not sure... I don't see any sign of humans feeding them either... I wonder how they were able to breed..."

Randolph shrugged, he flickered his gaze toward the corner, trying to see whether he missed a clue or something.

To be able to get inside the tower, we had to break the lock.

The lock was rusty and there was no sign of anyone ever opening it for who knew how long.

I wonder if there was another entrance to this place?

The sound of my shoes clicking onto the hard, stone floor accompanied us as we descended even further toward the depth of the tower.

As we went deeper, we still couldn't see any sign of anyone living here, save for the wild dogs looking at us warily.

Down and down we went until the staircase ended and there was an old door before us.

Is this the bottom of the tower's basement?

The metal door that had turned red from rust creaked open and with it, came the revolting smell of something rotting in full force.

"Ugh!"

"This smell... So horrible...."

I immediately covered my nose but the damage had already been done.

The smell was so intense that we both choked, I even staggered since the smell made me feel dizzy.