Azrael commented, "We never got to know his name, White."
Master White looked at him weirdly, "You are a hypocrite.. you know that right?!"
Due to the lingering effects of the morbid curiosity, Azrael replied with an eerie amusement, "who isn't? Haha.." He said twirling with his materialized form around the half torso.
"You need to control the madness, Azrael." Master White said sternly. "I know it is harmless in normal conditions, but look at where we are.. we are in the middle of enemy territory. And I want you fully focused on the objective and not foolishly drowning in curiosity like a child."
Azrael stopped his actions, took a dramatic turn facing Master White and said, "It's only curiosity that differentiates me from you. So, isn't that kinda wrong to abandon it? You want to plan life, White! And I want to live it.. curiosity is one of the aspects of living. I understand that in my case it sometimes gets a little bit overboard, but allow me to just relish in it for a few moments as these interesting things happen very rarely." His eyes still bulged in intensity, and his voice sounded a bit rabid. Which were all clear indication that he was still high from the experience.
Suddenly his tone shifted to a normal one and Azrael continued, "But I understand our current circumstances and I know I'm in the wrong for letting curiosity get the best of me. Sorry for that, and don't worry it won't happen again." He said with a stoic face, which meant atleast normal, comparatively to his previous expressions.
Master White didn't utter a single word in reply and just stared at the materialized form of Azrael. He didn't mock him, he didn't accept his apology, he didn't even counter anything he said... He continued to stare at him without doing anything and after a few moments, he turned around and started walking to the main hall leaving the empty hallway and the torso lying on the floor.
Azrael followed behind him and after a few moments, he started laughing,
"Hahaha... You don't believe me, do you?! Hahaha.."
Master White flinched and his steps halted for a few seconds. Then, without turning back, he replied, "I don't need words, Azrael. Prove it with your actions." With that, He resumed walking.
Hearing that Azrael also stopped laughing and continued following behind him quietly, his thoughts unknown.
They both moved with respect to the silence surrounding their environment, and also acknowledging the silence between each other as well.
Master White understood Azrael's complications, and Azrael understood Master White's concern. Nobody was wrong in what they said, so they both chose silence instead of words, since at the time they both found it difficult to express anything.
After a while, they reached the main hall, and it was a complete mess.
It was so messed up, that it even broke the solemn tension between them.
All the people were either laying dead or unconscious. The soldiers on the ground entangled with their weapons, the maids and servants fallen along with the foods and drinks they were carrying. Which as a result, the food was smeared on the ground, and the broken glasses were scattered bare. The nobles and merchants who had fallen down, either had a face covered in sauce or they had pieces of glass sticking out of their skin.
One particular obese merchant had fallen on top a lady, and there was uneaten, half-chewed food from the merchant which was flowing from his mouth to the lady's who was unconcious from what can be seen. It was utterly disgusting to see that scene play out.
Azrael in his materialized form flinched, his face turned into one of disgust. "A new type of violation, I presume?!" He said rhetoricaly.
Master White, of course ignored Azrael's comments and also chose to ignore the grotesque.
He only had one objective in mind now, and that was to find the Marquis and the Viscount.
Exiting the main hall, he started searching around the mansion for them. In search of them, He went to the library and there he found nothing.
Master White then inspected every single room. All the rooms were mostly similarly decorated. With the same polished tiles lining the floor, large beds for the Marquis's pleasure and blue curtains on the window covering his shame. He found one large bedroom, which appeared to be the main one, as the level of luxury in this room outclassed the other ones. He came across a painting in the main room of the Marquis with his "mistresses", hung above the bed. which was in the most polite way, Shocking!
"Ha.. I never knew such a thing was possible, White. This really broadens my horizons on pleasure." Azrael said almost fascinated. They both stared at it for a while and then willfully chose to avoid it. Now only the Marquis's office was left and they found it after looking around a little more, at the very back of the mansion.
They entered it and it looked ordinary. It has everything you would expect from an office of the Marquis. There was a large table in the centre of the room, which covered most of the space. Two shelves of books were as a backdrop to the table. Oddly there were no windows in this room.
It was ordinary at first look, but appeared suspicious as well.
He started inspecting the room for any clue, he searched the walls, trailing his hands along the bricks, inspected the book shelves for any mechanism or secret, and finally he came to inspect the table. The table was very large and there were many things placed on the table. Some official documents, paper-weight ornaments, and some bone decorations as well. There was an oddly shaped lamp which Master White unknowingly brushed his arms against, and the large table suddenly caved in and a downward staircase presented itself.
"A hidden lever and a secret room, How Cliché." Azrael remarked.
Without replying, Master White started slowly descending the steps. It was not long before a door appeared before him. It was a metal door and it seemed open from the light gaps that made the inside visible. He pushed the door with some force and it flung open.
Marquis Vance and Viscount Garoth were nervously walking around the room, their hands and fingers fidgeting.
"Isn't it about time? Where is the envoy?"
"You ask me Sir, as if I know anything.. I am only here because of your invitation." Two voices conversed with doubt.
Suddenly the door opened, they momentarily halted and looked at the person coming in with expectations.
Master White had partially covered his face. So, only his messy white hair and blue eyes were visible.
Seeing him enter, both the nobles' face changed. It contorted from nervousness to anger, and both of them shouted at once,
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"What are you doing here? This place is off limits!"
Now it was Master White who was in control of the body, so there wasn't much talking or exchange of dialogue between the two sides. He narrowed his eyes, calculated their movements and moved swiftly. His motion was a blur, both the Marquis and Viscount lost him to the eyes. The next moment they saw him, it was behind Viscount Garoth. "How—?!" Before the Viscount could even complete his sentence, he was struck. A blow to his neck, and he passed out.
The Marquis reacted more swiftly being a Tier 4 cultivator, as he saw Master white coming for him next. He created some distance between them.
Master White stopped moving, raised his hands and conjured multiple {Flames of consumption}. He shaped them in the form of a spear and threw them aiming at the Marquis's limbs. The force by which it was thrown was multiplied with the help of {Force manipulation}.
The Marquis dodged three of the spears but the last one hit his left thigh and he was pinned to the ground. His left leg started disintegrating, flesh became ash, and ash turned to nothing. He fell by losing one side of the balance.
He screamed, "AAH.. AHHH!"
A raw animal guttaral scream. The pain he experienced was several times more than what one would experience in a normal surgical amputation.
His body was trembling on the ground and he continued screaming without a pause. Master White moved and arrived at the pathetic convulsing body. He stomped his body into a pause. It seems this is the only way of stopping the body from shaking, he thought.
"Due to the unmaking of the cells and the resulting elimination of nerves, the body goes into a kind of epileptic shock/seizure. Making the convulsing attribute of the body, an after affect of every erasure." Azrael commented examining the Marquis.
while Azrael was doing that, the Marquis turned his speech obscene,
"You bastard! You won't get out of this alive."
"Son of a whore! You will die a dog's death. Do you even realise what you have done?!" He tried moving his hands to strike at Master White's leg.
Completely ignoring the profanity, Master White broke his bones with a simple smile, and continued as if nothing happened, "And as it is not truly an epilepsy episode. We can stop it by applying force in the form of stomping and jerking the body out of the convulsing condition." He concluded Azrael's inference.
Another round of screams followed from the Marquis, which was completely dismissed. It was as if, he didn't amount to anything in both of their eyes. It was true to some extent, as this was an objective revenge they are exercising for someone.
It seemed at this point, they were both infected with curiosity. Which as Azrael mentioned before comes true, "aren't we all hypocrite, in one way or another?!"
Turning his focus back to the Marquis, Master White was about to begin interrogating him about some of the unanswered questions, but suddenly the sound of low footsteps resonated along the walls.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Well.. well.. What do we have here?!" Following the footsteps, a dry, bland voice echoed in the underground chamber. An unknown presence stood at the entrance, watching Master White with an amused glint in his eyes.