There is a say, that a living being can get used to everything but hunger, that principle is often applied in many fields of life, for example spies are trained to tolerate different kinds of pain, it’s not an exaggeration to say that practically they go through hell during training.
For undead, the definition of hell is the pain inflicted by the corrosive light, which was created by the light faction of the blue-sky galaxy, but even that can be taught to tolerate, that’s why the best choice for a skin tailor to fuse is a human.
Because like that, their innate constitution will be similar to a human reducing their weakness to “holy light”, making them feel just a little fraction of the usual pain.
Unfortunately for the skin tailor, Daimon didn’t know which race will become his enemy in the future, that’s why he made a bet and used both light and darkness as the base for demon light, then added he fire and lightning which are known to be extremely destructive to the mix.
And considering how the skin tailor in front of him was sweating and didn’t hesitate to speak after a little “demonstration”, made Daimon consider the result better than what he expected.
Before the five seconds passed, the skin tailor immediately answered with a trembling voice.
“W-Wait, wait, I will talk”.
…
Daimon nodded, he leaned his back against the chair and took out notebook and a pen.
“I’m listening, in case you even think in lying I suggest you to remember your disguise is nothing for my eyes, and the previous was just a demonstration, I won’t be as merciful next time”.
The man gulped down, imagining what this demon in front of him would do when he was not being “merciful”.
“My name is Ereman, I’m the one assigned to inform about the talented youths in the main campus of the wild claw academy… I don’t know who receives my reports, but I was sent by a bone collector called Narel”.
Daimon frowned his brows.
“When did you last informed your superior and how you do it?”.
Ereman hesitated for a moment but seeing Daimon’s unfriendly expression, he answered.
“I can only inform at the end of each month, the classes recently started so I’m still preparing my report, to not raise suspicions they are codified and sent in a physical form instead of a message through a sigil… the books in my studio are what I have gathered so far”.
Daimon stood up, walked into the studio and took a random book from one of the shelves, then showed the first page to Ereman.
“Tell me what does this whole page say”.
Ereman sighed and started decodifying.
“First target of observation: Alexander Jolbaris, current heir of the Jolbaris family, the last remaining son of Arthur Jolbaris”.
“Current realm: peak one star ranked mage, affinity lightning, estimated battle prowess middle stage two-star mage, ranked four of the elite class”.
“Personality analysis: proud, impulsive, arrogant and easy to provoke”.
“Enemies: All the other members of the elite class, specially the first ranked Daimon Licht”.
“Diagnosis: high danger level but corruptible with the correct type of payment”.
“Special observations: has been asking for indications to find an underground brothel, reason currently unknown”.
Daimon had the sudden urge to laugh out loud reading the last part, since he knew the reason, but right now it was not the time for that, he was surprised by the deepness of the information Ereman gathered in such a little amount of time.
“Are there other ones like you here and is this code the same everyone uses?”.
Ereman shook his head, “No, each skin tailor has its exclusive code, only I was assigned to this planet because there aren’t many of us… alive”.
Daimon nodded.
His glowed for a moment, but it wasn’t visible due to the mask, he turned the page but instead of asking Ereman to read, he did it.
“Second target of observation: Daimon Licht, current heir of the Argent and Revy families, due to being a variant between a twilight alluring fox and a werewolf has strong claws and body, other innate traits unknown”.
“Current realm: Peak one star ranked mage, affinity lightning and darkness, estimated battle prowess peak stage three-star mage, ranked first of the elite class”.
“Personality analysis: Aggressive, extremely protective towards his older sister and cold blooded”.
“Enemies: Alexander Jolbaris, members of the Risha family”.
“Diagnosis: Extremely high danger level, eliminate as soon as the chance is given”.
“Special observations: Has been seen using magic guns of unknown origin, request of investigation”.
If Ereman could move right now, he would be shaking in fear, the code used wasn’t as simple of just changing letters into a different language, height, inclination, extra characters, everything was used to prevent others to easily decodify their secrets… and yet with just one time listening to it, the man in front of him was able to learn the code.
Daimon carefully inspected Ereman’s reaction to what he just said, heart beating, sweat production, iris dilatation and he mentally smiled.
“Well, it seems I’m right, eyes of the truth seeker combined with sixth sense… what a wonderful skill”, he thought.
Daimon closed the book and placed it on the table, he remained silent thinking what his next move would be.
Skin tailors hold a special position in the undead society, they are basically under few people and above thousands, because they “sacrifice” themselves for their race.
“Killing him will only make his superiors send another one, which will be more cautious… make him fear you like you did with Ferdinand”, said Evangeline.
Daimon’s body let out faint traces of white flames, which made Ereman immediately scream, although he knew it was futile, he didn’t want to die.
“Wait, let’s make a deal, I will erase the records of the youths which come from the human race… an inquisitor like you would only come if an important member of the light faction, feels threatened, I will never approach the Ascott family!!!”.
“Imagine having an undead as your servant, you will get the recognition of your superior, just don’t burn me with that!!!”.
Daimon smirked listening to a familiar sound which he has learn to appreciate over the past years.
*Ding*
[A new skill has been unlocked due to a specific action]
[Terror Contractor: Allows the host to enslave those who fear him more than what they respect their figures of authority (limited to those of different races than the host)]
[Those who become subordinates can’t go against the orders of the host, nor betray him in anyway, the host can terminate the contract whenever which will also finish the live of the subordinate]
[Available candidates: 1]
[Current subordinates: 0]
[Low level undead “Ereman” has offered his loyalty, do you wish to accept it Y/N]
Daimon looked at the plate from which Ereman was eating before he arrived, and he had a slight doubt.
“Who provided you with “food”, skin tailors have zero battle prowess”.
Ereman knew his end was coming soon, so at this point he resigned to his destiny.
“I didn’t kill anyone since that would attract attention, my identity is the one of a rich merchant, corpses of delinquents are often used by alchemists to test their new potions and poisons, so I just bought a couple through legal ways”.
Daimon nodded, he clicked “yes” and black collar made out of bones appeared on Ereman’s neck.
“You will work for me from now and onwards”, said Daimon as he injected the antidote for the Acuyo herb in Ereman’s shoulder.
Ereman was in awe, he recovered the capacity to move, the first thing he did was touch the collar on his neck, which made it disappear leaving behind just a little skull tattoo which was visible only for Daimon.
“You aren’t an inquisitor”, mumbled Ereman.
Before when he said all that nonsense about making a deal, he was just trying to earn a few more seconds of life, even on his wildest imaginations he didn’t think a “corrosive light” user will not kill him after getting what he wanted.
Daimon threw a piece of paper at him with a list of names, as he pointed at the book on the table.
“Your operation won’t change, but you will focus in the names of that list, also I want you to hand me the decodified version of that book, I will review it and give tell you what will you send to your previous supervisor”.
Ereman felt his body and mind act on its own, he kneeled down and then answered.
“I listen and obey”.
Although he said that, on the inside he thought, “What the hell are you!!!”, the contract he unknowingly offered forced him to obey, whether he wanted it or not, not only that but he couldn’t even complain, and when he tried the collar on his neck tightened making him suffocate.