Modern World Warlock-Chapter 55: The Mansion’s Owner

After Megan and Dante cleared their path of enemies, they met up in the middle of the second floor, where another hallway connected.

"That looks like it hurts…" Dante commented, seeing the cuts all over Megan’s arms and back, which she received after being slammed against the windows.

"Here," he continued, giving her a healthstone that he had in his pocket.

The brunette nodded silently as thanks and squeezed the stone, letting out a green mist that shrouded her wounds momentarily before healing them entirely.

"What were those things?" Megan asked.

"I’m not sure, but I sensed demon blood inside of them—Honestly, I’m quite curious myself," the warlock replied in a casual tone that didn’t fit their current situation.

As they reached a pair of large, double doors, Dante placed both of his hands in the center and started pushing them slowly.

Right as the doors showed a peek of the interior, a bullet flew from inside the room straight to Dante’s face, making the warlock whip his head back.

Megan widened her eyes in shock, thinking that Dante had been shot in the head. Nevertheless, when Dante looked back down, he had bitten the bullet, which was still letting out smoke.

*Ptoo* The warlock spat out the bullet to the side with a smirk, forcefully opening the double doors and rushing inside the office, kicking the man with the pistol in the gut and flinging him to the back wall, over his desk.

The brunette shook her head to bring herself back to reality, still somewhat shocked at Dante’s prowess, following him inside the office and seeing Joseph lying against the wall.

"This must be the guy…" Dante muttered to his companion.

"Cami?" Megan asked the handler on their earpiece.

["Yeah, that’s Joseph Schwartz… See if you can get any information from him,"] Camille said.

The warlock scanned his surroundings and saw a butler in the corner of the office, sitting on the ground and holding his knees, shivering with fear.

"Wh-who the hell are you…?" Joseph asked, holding his stomach in the area where Dante’s kick landed.

"Sir, we are the ones asking questions…" the warlock nonchalantly replied, glaring back at the man.

"First question, where is the demon in this house?" Dante asked, shocking Joseph with his bluntness.

*Tch* "I don’t know what you are talking about…" Joseph responded.

Dante tilted his head laterally and turned to look at Megan, who was glaring at Joseph with a sharp and intimidating gaze.

"Is this guy serious?" Dante asked his companion, who shrugged the question off.

The warlock slowly approached Joseph, still trying to stand up from the floor, and stepped on his chest with some pressure.

"Are you stupid or something? Were you expecting us to leave just because you said you didn’t know anything?" The warlock asked sarcastically.

Joseph let out a smirk while struggling to breathe from the pressure on his chest. "You don’t know what you are messing with, boy…" the man muttered.

At that moment, from Dante’s shadow, an ashen white demon materialized behind him with massive claws that went straight for the warlock’s neck.

"Dante!" Megan exclaimed, but her warning wasn’t needed, as Dante caught the demon’s arm without even turning his gaze at the creature.

"Boy?" Dante asked Joseph, still gripping the demon’s arm before pulling it and severing it from his body, splashing black blood all over the man.

The demon took a few steps back and howled in pain, but Dante hadn’t even looked at the monster once, dropping the severed, white arm next to him.

Joseph’s eyes widened with shock and fear, unable to utter another word as the warlock looked down on him with a cold and condescending gaze.

"You are the one who doesn’t understand," said Dante, finally turning around and grabbing the demon by one of his horns.

"Another shadow demon, huh? Let me guess—you can’t say whose orders you are following…" the warlock said, forcefully holding down the monster by his horn.

The shadow demon gritted his teeth in pain and remained silent at his question, prompting Dante to crouch down and bring his face closer to the demon’s.

"You are the second shadow demon I’ve seen around here. You guys are making it too obvious…" Dante whispered, making the monster shiver with fear momentarily.

"Now, you better answer this next question for your sake," he continued, raising his hand slightly to the side. "Black flame," he muttered.

As Dante’s hand was covered in a black-and-white fire, the demon began shaking and tugging his head back, desperately trying to get away from the warlock. However, his resistance was in vain.

"Has your blood been fed to anyone?" Dante asked, his voice sounding more intimidating and commanding than ever.

"N-no, I swear!" the demon exclaimed with terror laced in his voice.

"Get that away from me! I don’t want to vanish!" the monster continued.

"See? That wasn’t so hard…" Dante commented, closing his flaming fist and making the dark fire dissipate.

"Don’t ever cross paths with me again. Understood?" the warlock said.

The demon nodded fervently with a hint of desperation as Dante stood back up, pointing his palm at the monster kneeling before him.

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"Destro," he chanted, destroying the entirety of the demon’s body along with a small chunk of the flooring.

Joseph and his butler were frozen in terror, as the man standing in the center of the office was powerful enough to subjugate and destroy a demon with barely any effort.

"Was it okay to kill him without him answering who his leader is?" Megan asked.

"True, he didn’t really say anything, but it’s already pretty obvious that their leader is Astaroth…" Dante replied.

’What!? How does he know that name!?’ Joseph thought as he recoiled in horror.

"It’s obvious?" Megan asked with sarcasm.

"Astaroth is the leader of the shadow demons in hell…" The warlock said.

Focusing his attention on the brunette for a moment, he explained that Astaroth was a general for the Demon King, Satan, and he commanded the largest legion of shadow demons in hell.

"I had my suspicions when we found the first one, but seeing two of them would be pretty rare if it wasn’t Astaroth behind it," Dante continued.

"That makes some sense… Not that I know much about hell," Megan said, her voice unamused.