Berk's head was resting on the table as he stared at Maentro, looking like he was bored. Stella sat beside him, and Gandrael was taking notes, keeping a distance of a couple of meters away from the table. Maentro looked around at the enormous statues in the vast area and counted nine of them. Looked at Stella and realised who the statues represented: the upper-right one was one everyone knew. It is not possible to misjudge; this was definitely them.
"T-T-That is the 100th Demon army?" Maentro asked with a voice slightly trembling.
Stella turned around, watching the statues with a long-missed smile on her face.
"Yes, that is correct!" She answered.
Maentro stared down at the red eyes of Berk, who was yawning.
"What is number two doing here? I would not attack if I knew it was the Krat." Maentro tried to sweet-talk in this situation, like Berk was some high demon king. Then again, when looking at Berk, who was drooling on the table. The problem may not improve at all.
"There is no point in trying to be on the good side of Berk; he is bound to the 100th Demon Army, so no point in trying to talk your way out of it," Stella told Maentro with a stern voice.
Maentro wanted to know more. Number two should not even exist. Maentro needed to know what the number one did when they came back from the nightmare, amid rumours that they had their memories back.
"How, why are you looking like a human?" Maentro asked.
Berk's look changed, and he sat up straight, staring at Maentro.
"You think I am inside the one you call human? You are wrong; I don't exist anymore, and when the time comes, I will vanish."
"Ugh! Here we are going again with the same damn story." Stella said tired of hearing the same story over and over.
"I do not understand!" Maentro uttered.
"Oh, let me tell you about awesome number one. The boy from New Jersey."
"I do not understand this New Jersey boy!" Maentro said, confused.
"Do you know little people, a smaller version of how I look, but much shorter?"
"Yes...yes! That I know of."
Stella looked back at Gandrael to see if he was taking notes, but he was looking at an extended page in a magazine, his head slightly tilted to get a full view.
"YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TAKE NOTES! WHY ARE YOU SITTING AND WATCHING THE MAGAZINE?" Stella screamed at him, "Aw...I want to watch tentacles!" Gandrael answered, and Stella screamed even louder now, "WATCHING TENTACLES IS NOT SOMETHING THAT NEEDS TO BE IN THE HISTORY, THAT IS ONLY SOMETHING THIS IMBECILE FOOL HERE WANTS YOU TO BELIEVE." Berk turned to her and said, "Is it not? I thought it was important as he is watching it from time to time."
Stella was fuming as she had to deal with these two idiots; no wonder she didn't deem him worthy. Everything he does in his life is new information to these two, so they take in every experience.
She slapped Berk behind his head.
"Stop teaching the historian bad things."
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Berk shook it off and kept smiling at Maentro, who was a little worried that all three of them might get unhinged and kill the greatest monster of the third generation.
"P-P-Please, let me hear more," Maentro said, trembling.
"Ah, yes! I got lost for a moment. This boy, a small human, was living in New Jersey, a place on Earth. He had no powers whatsoever. He had a great, safe environment for all those 12 years, with only great memories. One day, the boy was walking home from school with another small human, a girl. Total opposite, it is like Stella, the opposite. A moving thing called a car suddenly appeared on the road, and in that moment, the girl got saved, but the boy pushed the girl to the side and got taken instead of the girl."
Maentro was impressed by the facial expression of number two and the deep voice he had chosen for this tale.
"What was the boy's name?" Maentro asked, getting totally immersed in the tale.
Berk widened his eyes with a big smile before answering:
"The Great Jacob Hierro Gonzalvez Webley!"
Maentro opened the mouth in awe.
"The great boy who sacrificed for the girl, warrior Great Jacob Hierro Gonzalvez Webly," Maentro uttered.
Berk shook his head, still smiling, as if it were a fantastic moment of electrical tale shared with someone else.
"Tell me more?" Meantro asked.
"Well, Jacob was taken by something called a serial killer. The killer had a tree cabin, like a big cabin, I think the humans call it a shed." Maentro looked in awe of number two's expression at how much the Krat enjoyed telling the tale.
"The great warrior Jacob, 12 years of age, was taken to the shed by the serial killer. He laid out the boy on a table like this one in front of us, but much longer. He tied up the boy who could see the big axes on the ceiling. Jacob was scared; he had never experienced this in his life. The other human, who was a big one, a large human, the same size as the Hentai magazine lover behind us or even me. That human walked around the table, smiling like it was a great day. The look in the brown eyes, all empty, urged to see blood to get awakened. Do you know what happened then?"
Maentro wanted to know more; this tale has to lead to an excellent ending for the warrior Jacob.
"Do tell!"
Berk looked at him, and he swung his hand back and forth.
Maentro opened his mouth, not believing it. Berk nodded his head while Stella grabbed her face, as she was tired of hearing the story from Berk.
"Two axes came in full swing down from the ceiling in front of great Jacob as both his arms got cut off right at the shoulders. The great Jacob was screaming out loud while blood was gushing out, and some even splattered on the man's face. He was all smiling, and our dear warrior was on his way to lose his life. The man had two more axes on the ceiling." Berk laughed like a crazy person, while Stella looked bored, and Maentro licked his lips, really enjoying the tale.
"Tell more!" Maentro uttered, getting more excited.
"You see! The serial killer had not thought of everything, because something would happen."
Maentro waited for the next moment of the tale, trying to listen carefully. Berk started again with his arms swinging back and forth, but this time it was different.
"When the serial killer was standing by the side of the table, the switch handle was there for the axe. He was looking at the boy bleeding out and enjoying every moment of it. The problem in this situation was that the handle got pushed down, cutting through the boy's legs; in that moment, it broke from the ceiling. Instead of going up, it went forward and hit the serial killer right through the middle, splitting the upper body in two halves. Jacob sadly died on impact, with both arms and legs cut off, and his head. Both of them were dead."
"What happened then? Jacob was a great warrior."
"Two souls were waiting to get picked up, one going up and one going down." Berk leaned forward on the table and staring into Maentro's eyes before saying with a serious look in his face, "You see, this happened when the preparation for the first experiment was going on in Hell and it needed a soul, but because the reaper did not make it in time there to send them in two different direction, two Dreapers that is a bad copy of the reaper came up and grabbed both souls and them down to Hell. Both souls were floating and waiting, impossible for the Dreapers to tell who was the serial killer. They took Jacob by mistake, and the first creation of Krat number one came out as an entity. Jacob the Great adopted a new name, Tristan."
Maentro looked in, shook, how?
"That is not possible, a Krat can not turn back its soul. The experiment was successful; they created nine more after that." Maentro uttered, thinking the tale sounded insane.
Berk leaned back on the chair, all smiling.
"Here comes the punchline!" Stella uttered, utterly uninterested in even being there right now.
"If you did not listen, you, me, we are all damned souls, but Jacob was not going down; he was going up, and that is what made him so special."
