UNMASKED

CHAPTER 5

THIRD PERSON’S POV

A week had passed since Demon began destroying the orphanages conducting twisted experiments on children. What they initially thought was a single operation had turned out to be widespread—a web of horrors spreading across the land.

"They seem to be multiplying," Jarvis commented, his voice grim. "What’s your next move?"

Demon smirked, her eyes gleaming with dark humor. "I’ll make them my minions, of course," she said sarcastically. "Any suggestions?"

Jarvis leaned in, surveying the chaos with a tired sigh. "Let me handle it. I'll find them a peaceful place, somewhere far from this mess—and far from you," he added with a teasing glance as he approached a baby, no older than a year, nestled among the other rescued children. "These kids are too innocent to bear the weight of what’s happening."

Demon raised an eyebrow, tilting her head as she studied him. "And what exactly are you planning to do with them, Jarvis?"

Jarvis grinned mischievously, lifting the baby gently in his arms. "I'll train them to be your mini-army. Imagine a whole gang of toddlers singing ‘Ba-ba-ba-banana’ in unison while waving their little scythes around."

Demon rolled her eyes, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at her lips. She stepped forward and carefully lifted another baby into her arms, cradling the infant with surprising tenderness.

Jarvis blinked, stunned. He was used to seeing Demon wield her scythe with deadly precision, not hold a baby like she was born for it. “You… actually know how to hold a baby?”

“I’m not an idiot,” Demon retorted with a smirk. “And don't worry about the cost. I'll make Clyde cover everything."

Jarvis chuckled, glancing over at Clyde, who was busy feeding the children. "He’s a good man. Have you ever considered finding someone new?" His tone turned more serious. "Things are heavier now, you need compassion.”

Demon scoffed, her expression filled with distaste. "New one? Who said I need a new one by my side? I'm the queen, Jarvis, and I don't need anyone. I’m more powerful and more feared alone. And Clyde? Really?"

Jarvis shrugged, grinning. "Well, Clyde reminds me of Conan in some ways."

Demon’s face darkened for a moment, the playful air vanishing. "They may resemble each other in looks, but they’re nothing alike when it comes to action. Conan… he was different." Her voice softened for a moment, a rare glimpse into the deeper emotions she kept hidden beneath her tough exterior.

A silence settled between them before Jarvis finally spoke again. "By the way, the other mask is awake. Aren’t you going to visit?"

Demon's gaze turned icy again. "Not interested. I don’t need to see them."

"It’s a shame. Sky wants to see you. Maybe seeing you would give him the will to live again."

Demon scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Your imagination’s running wild. What nonsense have you been reading?"

Jarvis chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Hentai—" He didn’t finish his sentence. Demon shoved a whole chicken thigh into his mouth before he could.

"Back to work," she commanded, leaving Jarvis gagging and waving his hands in mock surrender.

JARVIS’S POV

It’s madness.

Demon does the heavy lifting, while I clean up the mess. We've been touring orphanages, and while some are decent, the others… the things I’ve seen in those places… They turn innocent children into guinea pigs. It’s inhumane. This is the same thing that was done to Demon, though no one knows the full details of how she survived. When she escaped that dungeon, she was a completely different person.