Chapter 163

"Aghh! Fuck me, you call this a steak?! I can still hear this cow mooing!" Right as the party was about to be escorted to their floor, a sudden scream from one of the patrons of the inn stopped them in their tracks. "Who's your fucking cook? A hyena with a chef's hat or something?"

"This voice…" Recognizing the voice, Liliyana stared at the man as he complained to the female server. For a moment she thought it was the man from back in the dungeon, but with how burly he was, she figured there was no way it was him.

'But his voice, it sounds so similar.' She thought, all the while the receptionist who was about to guide them up instead rushed towards her little girl.

"Hey! You're not gonna yell at my daughter that way!" She commanded, pulling her daughter away from the shirtless man.

"Well then give me a proper steak, this stuff might as well be shat out from a cow," slightly turning his face towards the receptionist, the man confirmed Liliyana's doubt.

The man who'd opened her cell door, and promised to meet her soon enough again! She wanted to call out to him but had no clue about his name.

"You've been eating for two days! You grew muscles like a fucking tank from this same food and now you're complaining?! What kind of fucking abomination are you anyways?!" Ignoring the woman, the man got off his chair while curling his shoulders around in circles.

"Ughhh, forget it I need to test my strength now that my body's back to normal anyways," reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a comically large sack of gold and rested it on the table. Breaking under its weight, the table crumbled up completely.

The mere sight of the gold dropped some jaws, forks, and plates, and though it surprised the party as well, they were all too tired to express any sense of shock.

"Anyways, nice to meet ya, hope to never see your face again," and with that, the man was about to leave, but with his identity confirmed, Liliyana rushed in front of him and held her hand wide to prevent him from taking another step.

"YOU!" She yelled, surprising him a little.

As his shock subsided, however, he tilted his head to the side with a bright smile on his face.

"If it isn't my favorite fae devil, ahaha…" Reaching forward he playfully ruffled her hair. "Not like I know anyone else like you, but still."

"What are you doing here?" She asked, confused by quite literally everything since he'd entered the picture.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Even more surprised than her, the man asked right back.

Stunned by his rapid question right after she'd asked him the same Liliyana stood there, her mind still processing what he'd just said. Not too used to arguments, she was struggling with the smallest thing, but then the man answered her first anyway.

"I was here to visit someone, I'm glad you're okay," leaning forward, he placed a brief kiss on her forehead and stepped back. "Those horns…you should really get rid of them, almost poked me in the eye."

"You know him?" Walking up behind the man, Amedith placed his hand on his shoulder while looking at Liliyana. "Who is he?"

Brushing his hand off, the man looked at Amedith sideways with an unsure gaze.

"Don't touch me without my permission little girl," he warned, and hearing that a chuckle left Liliyana's lips although it quickly died the moment Amedith turned his attention back to her face.

"I'm not a girl!" Amedith complained.

"Ehh come on, flat chests are in fashion, no need to feel less of a woman because of it," still obviously confused about Amedith's gender, the mortal immortal kept assuming that the ex-hero was lying for some reason.

"Okay, that's enough! Liliyana, we're going upstairs!" Too tired to argue, Amedith quickly turned around and began walking upstairs.

"I should go too," only ever feeling safe around Amedith, Liliyana quickly bid her byes and began following him upstairs.

"Alrighty then, I guess I better get going," shifting his attention to the receptionist-cum-owner, the man tipped an invisible hat and began walking towards the exit.

"What's your name?" Raven asked just seconds before he walked out of the exit.

"Call me Greg or something I don't care," not even stopping to answer, he walked right out and disappeared into the crowded streets.

"That was strange," said Mel, and everyone else felt the same way.

"Yeahhhh, you can say that again," turning his head towards the owner, Raven urged her to show them their rooms quickly.

The entire second floor was supposed to be theirs, so they all could have their own rooms, at least for the night to enjoy some peace and quiet on a large bed. Being led upstairs and shown around, Raven decided to help everyone else settle in their room before getting into his own.

And by the time it was done, the only ones with him were the owner and her daughter who'd been following them since the man claiming to be Greg yelled at her.

"Was the food really that bad?" He asked while looking at the daughter in the hallway.

But instead of her, it was the mother that gave him an answer.

"Shushhh! Don't say that out loud, if my wife heard that she would burn this place with all of us inside!" The word wife struck Raven as slightly odd, but thinking about it for a bit, he realized what was happening.

Although he himself didn't mind what adults did amongst themselves, the goddess of mockery whispered into his ears with utter disgust in her voice.

"Blasphemy…How about you show her why a man's meant for a woman and a woman for a man? End their abominable arrangement, and I shall grant you another power?"

'What kind?' He was considering whether it was worth the trouble of breaking up a family. After all, just like Helga advised him, he was ready to embrace his dark fae side so long as it helped him win this war against the forces of evil.

"That eye of yours, I'll grant it the ability to pick out any lies." Her offer was too good to ignore, either way, unlike the others requiring sleep, having sex with women was how Raven often chose to relax.

'Your wish is my command my lady…' Wearing the same dastardly smile as ever, Raven got himself ready to break yet another pair of mother and daughter.