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To Dispel the Demon

Beck took the dagger with a shaky hand he really wasn't strong not physically but he had gotten stronger. 'I'm... I'm not weak,"


"Then why are you shaking?!" the man yelled.
 
Haven hissed at the man.


Vincent smirked, "You're not weak... are you Beck?" He asked him.


Birdy couldn't help but smirk as well. He knew he followed Vincent for a reason.
 
Beck was on the verge of tears "I'm not weak," she shook his head he was a fifteen year old boy of course he would hesitate at this. He closed his eyes and hoped he could hit deep enough. He stabbed the man and almost cried when he heard the scream and felt blood spill on his shaking hands.
 
Vincent used his claw to slice the mans throat, so that he did die, knowing his little indices dagger wound would not do the trick.. As much as he wanted him to suffer, Beck was not ready for that phase. He needed to grow into it.
 
Beck let go of the dagger and looked at his hands. Hewas covered in hot sticky blood. He didn't realize blood was so warm or thick or slimey. He was trembling almost like a leaf in a windstorm
 
When the dagger hit the floor, it dissapeared, "Haven.. you should go start freeing slaves." Vincent suggested smoothly, "Birdy, move the others in. Do remember the slaves are not to be harmed."


"Right on boss.. ehe" Birdy then ran out the room. Haven also wondered out the room, about to wreck destruction onto the are.


Vincent then took Beck's hands in his, "There there.... do not fear. Little Beck. You did so well."
 
Beck looked at Vincent. "I'm... scared," he told the demon he was still trembling. "he... he's dead?" he asked not wanting to look at the body.
 
"Yes, he is. You showed him." Vincent tipped his head so he could look into his eyes. The deep black and colorful eyes. "You did so well... and now, all these slaves will be free from his evil. No one will suffer from it again. Not like you.... because you ARE strong."
 
'I ...am," he said it and looked into Vincents eyes becks own greenish colored eyes were a bit misty he wanted to take the comfort he was being given and he did he felt hiself relax a bit.
 
Vincent chuckled, "Still not a man though, have to loose your verginity for that.... but you are strong.: Vincent joked with a smirk. He then used a bit of magic to wash away the blood on Beck's hands. Buba did not prepare this poor boy enough.
 
"Uhu, if you do insist." Vincent smirked, "Lets teleport outside? Meet the slaves you saved?" Vincent asked.
 
They teleported outside and from there the house had several spikes of ice stilling out about it. There were several slaves being helped by the demons, though they looked human to them. Suprirngly the demons were all civil, soothing slaves and helping them dress nice and get gold.
 
Vincent chuckled and pet the top of Beck's head, "Yes we did. But this was mostly you." A lot of the slaves came up to thank Beck. A few of them hugged him. There was a couple he even knew in the time he was there, they looked worse for wear.


Haven looked a bit serious, even with his praise she didn't loosen up much.
 
Beck smiled at them hugged a few and wished them a good life for the future. He was lifting in spirits seeing them he knew his fate would have been far worse had he not been sold.
 
Vincent chuckled a bit and used his magic and minions to encourage many of the slaves to praise and tell Beck things he needed to here to gain more confidence. Haven didn't seem ok, she seemed upset still, not happy as the first time they had released the slaves.
 
Beck smiled happy to see them all free after going he praised Haven and Vincent more beofre going to bed he was really tiered.


Beck trained hard he even learned how to summon a body for Haven during fights and how to be sneeky. He still asked before freeing slaves the next few times then just started to destroy the place to get the Slaves free. After a raid he always felt really tiered though and often he would sleep the rest of the next day. Beck actually was so easily influanced by Vincent almost all the demons ideas came to light. Beck looked up to him now. He talked with HHaven praising her and talking about all the slaves they had freed. That alone justified the means he thought.
 
Vincent for the most part pretended that Beck was driving the show. Every time they would poof, they would end up in a new town with more large slave owners. Sometimes, Beck even slaughtered kinder owners, Vincent preserving his views. When Beck was upset, Vincent would twist it even more so, he would see his way was the only way, even if it was not the prettiest.


Haven was becoming more aggressive. She willingly killed slave owners without a blink, her aura was starting to become tainted. What use to be a pure white was not leaking a grayish colors... slowly turning darker. Vincent would tell Beck it was only her getting more powerful. Haven herself would often say she felt more powerful, like she could kill anything that came their way.


After 3 months of just traveling the continent and freeing slaves from owners, Beck was a wanted vigilantly. Which meant some people who hunt him... some didn't give a damn about him. He was doing a good thing.. but some people didn't agree with it.
 
Beck didn't like being hunted it made him a bit more paranoid. He learned greater cloaking and protection spells and decided to make sure he had all the details and loose ends handled when they were in a 'job' Beck did worry about Haven but as long as she said she was ok then he was ok too.
 
Eventually they ended up at a tavren. It was one in the middle of a road, so there was not a whole lot of people here. Vincent said it would be a good place to stop. "Even I need a break every now and again.. plus when was the last time we had warm cooked meal?" Vincent asked.
 
The tear had slowly been turning murky in color too, but no one seemed bothered by that as well. Specially since Beck couldn't see it, only feel it. When they walked into the bar, they were greeted by a man and a women. Both looked like dark elves. "Table for two. What ever is warm and two of the strongest alcohol you got!" Vincent said happily. The bartender nodded while Vincent showed them a seat.


"Oh man, this place has the best alcohol ever! I think you need to try it. It's about time you try it.
 
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