Modern World Warlock-Chapter 114: Dark Carriers

After the hooded man revealed that the women were ’Dark Carriers,’ the warlock snapped his neck, as he knew everything he needed.

June took a deep breath and lowered her gun, gazing back at the unconscious women on the side of the room.

"Mister… What did they do to them?" June asked.

"Nihilor inseminated these women with a dark seed… When they give birth, they’ll die, and the ’pisaca’ that comes from their bodies will eat their corpses," Dante explained.

The detective gasped and lowered her eyes. Even though she didn’t know what a ’pisaca’ was, everything Dante said sounded awful.

["Dante, what’s a pisaca?"] Camille interrupted the pair, speaking on both of their earpieces.

The warlock explained that a pisaca was a demon born from pure evil. They solely ate humans and could sometimes use fire magic.

Pisacas were so chaotic and destructive to everything that even the demons from hell had to fight them, eventually leading to their extinction.

However, certain demons were able to birth these pisacas using dark seeds, which could only be found in the "Cannibal Forest," located deep in hell.

"When you say ’inseminated’… D-does that mean?" June wondered, expecting the worst.

"It’s not as it sounds. Fiends don’t have reproductive organs, so the insemination is done with magic… It’s still extremely painful, though," Dante clarified.

["Can it be cured?"] the handler asked.

"I… could do that," Dante replied with a bit of hesitation.

Approaching one of the carriers, Dante inspected their bellies a bit closer and clicked his tongue with dissatisfaction.

’The warlocks’ procedure would be to kill all of these women instantly… But that’s because we don’t have the ability to cleanse evil…’ Dante thought, uttering Krom’s name to summon him there.

"What!?" The imp whispered in an annoyed tone as he poofed inside the room.

"Oh… Oh, no—no, no, no…" Krom continued, gazing at the women beside him and withdrawing his hands in fear while pacing around a small area.

June took a few cautious steps back from the imp, finding his appearance to be quite intimidating. However, his slightly cowardly demeanor made up for it.

The warlock apologized to the detective for making her uncomfortable by summoning Krom, which the woman found a bit ridiculous since the entire situation was already grim.

"What do you think?" Dante asked the imp.

"I think you should kill all these women before the pisacas are born. They don’t have much time left," Krom replied, a little desperate.

"What?" June interjected, taken aback by Krom’s suggestion.

"Thought so…" Dante muttered, but before he could clarify his train of thought, he sensed someone approaching and gazed at the door.

"Stay close, Krom…" the warlock said.

"Bah, alright," the imp replied, waving his arms with discontent and poofing out of the room.

As the footsteps coming from the hallway became louder, Dante and Detective June hid behind the door, waiting for the man to enter.

"I brought another dose… What the-..." the hooded man said while entering the room, noticing his dead comrade on the floor.

The man widened his eyes and took a step back, feeling like he had hit a wall behind him. He shivered, slowly turned around, and met the warlock’s crimson eyes staring him down through his mask.

"Another dose of what?" Dante asked, his voice clear and intimidating.

"B–b-blood…" the man replied, utterly frozen in place from the fear he felt.

"Let me see," the warlock continued, opening his palm before the man.

With cold, shivering hands, the man handed the syringe filled with a dark red liquid, wondering why he was complying with the warlock’s request.

As Dante raised the syringe closer to his face to inspect it, he looked back at the hooded man with an unamused expression, to which the man could only see his red eyes locked onto him.

"What are you doing?" Dante asked, slightly confused.

"P-p-please don’t kill me. I’m just following orders…" the man replied, his voice breaking from terror.

The warlock tried to speak up to say that was not what he meant but was interrupted by June, who placed the barrel of her gun behind the thug’s head.

"Speak. Whose orders are you following?" the detective asked.

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The pair knew the answer, but it was protocol for police to double-check and confirm that their intel was correct.

"It’s a demon…" the man replied as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

"Please… I don’t want to die…" he implored the pair, making Dante cross his arms with discontent.

"Tell me how to save these women, now!" June said, gritting her teeth so that her voice wouldn’t get too loud.

"I’m sorry… I don’t know—I don’t know," he replied, looking down with repentance.

The detective clicked her tongue and lowered her aim, looking at the women to her side for a brief moment.

"Miss…" Dante said, but the detective didn’t acknowledge his words, as she was trying to come up with a way to save the victims.

Suddenly, the repenting man pulled out a knife from his sleeve and lunged at the detective, making the woman hastily turn around and kick the knife from his hand, followed by a judo grab that knocked him down.

"You are a good actor—but I didn’t graduate as one of the best detectives for nothing…" June muttered, holding the man on the ground with her knee as she held her weapon aimed at his head.

"Oh, you knew he was lying?" Dante commented, feeling a bit relieved that the woman didn’t fall for the man’s acting.

Dante could tell from the very moment the man said his first nervous words that he was lying, as his umbra showed clear bloodlust.

However, when he saw the detective’s umbra, he could tell that she was also lying, so he decided to wait and see what she would do.

"Of course, I knew. This bastard had a face that told me he was prepared to die," June replied.

’Interesting…’ Dante thought.

The hooded man laughed maniacally, stating that the pair would die that night along with all the other victims.

"Hahah… I’ll see you in hell," the man said, opening his mouth and fiddling his tongue, taking a piece of poison hidden behind one of his molar teeth.

When the man began convulsing, the detective stood up expressionless and waited beside Dante for the man to die.