"I know that one..." Zazel was stunned to see it again, with Harvard's curiosity peeking over to see it.
"Really? From where?" The boy asked.
"Remember back in Oaking with the Graves? That one!"
Harvard gasped as he'd get closer to see the inscription. "PINEAPPLE GUY!" He'd shout, which immediately caught someone's attention and had them slip behind the pedestal, keeping their mouths shut. When they tried to look out, they'd see the mother again, as well as a shadow of what looked to be an older man.
"HE'S DEAD!??!" The man screamed. His hand was on what looked to be his head as he continued to talk, his shout aged, yet violent. "THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD!? WHO DID HIM IN!?"
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"The serpent...? DAMNIT, THE ONE IN GREEN!? He's in my shop right now! How did he managed to kill off-"
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"Don't be telling me about my temper. I WAS TOLD SOMEONE WAS KILLED RECENTLY! How else am I supposed to react!? In joy!? That's business hours AND money completely burnt to ash here!! Not to mention that he was a FELKS-"
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"If you question your boss again, God will not recognize you as a human being when you're sent to Heaven."
Such threats were as prevalent as his body language, the shade of his shadow smacking at the area around, a dramatic prop that would go back and forth, pacing as much as he can in trying to recover whatever money was spent. The man mumbled once more as the maternal woman hovered over. "It's okay... it's okay... This is just... This is just a prank! Grown adults prank people. It's what happened with Straum, it's what's happening with Felks. He's probably off burning cultists or demons down with holy fire! At some point, he's going to barge through my door and yell 'Apologies, my good friend. The blasphemous spawn from hell has gotten away from my crutches. I promise the next time, his death would be ensured, and we can dance away his very organs as he gets salted away to the infernal pit he deserves.' Yeah... yeah, exactly like that." Harvard would turn towards Zazel, to which the demon did nod as a way to show that his expressions and mannerisms were spot on. The boy can't help but be disturbed at knowing his friend had to deal with someone that crazy against hell as a whole.
Eventually the two would make their way out, but Zazel was quick on his own draw. He'd make a Beleth sigil and moved himself close enough to connect toward the mother figure, letting her be constructed as the replacement. Once the couple was gone, the two dropped the capes and let it be converted to energy for the Mother, allowing her to move and gather as much information as possible regarding the two bounty hunters. Because of the knowledge stored from the mother, Zazel was able to see records from multiple people he's never heard of. Numbers that rose to the millions, a minus sign on each one. It wasn't long until he would find two specific papers, as well as the meaning behind it.
Jackal Straum: -3,220,126 Gold.
Edward von Kokonen: -9,660,378 Gold.
"This must've been the massive debt people are going through..." Zazel would look through more papers, shocked as to see such names and such numbers rise at such bizarre rates. Some people even managed to have debts over 10 digits. Each name was designated with another number at the top as well, a list that, when Beleth checked through the Mother's mind, was of each person in that order to be checked on. A new paper was visible on a nearby desk, one that had Arthur's name written plainly, as well as a new debt of 10,000 gold. There was writing next to the number to give a reason for this debt.
'Failure to Assassinate supposed Killer of Jackal Straum.'
The boys were disturbed, to say the least. "That's why he wants the house. He was going to make them work like..." Harvard couldn't begin to hold his resentment. Even though such were delicious snacks, they were still living. They still had a conscious. Criollo peeked over and finished his sentence as he looked at the papers.
"Like slaves. He would've probably work them to death if he wished." The Guard's words would make the boy struggle in keeping himself calm, but Zazel was able to pull the very trigger.
"No. Not happening. Beleth!" He'd demand, allowing the Goetia to break its disguise, its proper form visible. A humanoid out of wax, a candle for a head, a jack-o-lantern's face plastered across its cylinders. The wick went out, and from it, the faces lit up and blasted down those papers in a blue flame, spinning the candle and torching the room down as much as it can. Zazel and Harvard were quick to leave the room, hopping through the hole and allowing Beleth to take the brunt of whatever wrath it was willing to endure, as the children climbed atop of the spider and slink back to the other side. Harvard would look over at Zazel, seeing his eyes burn with a newfound fire. Such a gaze was focused, clear. It was telling that this was something personal, and yet Harvard can't help but smile. He finally understands his lessons. Zazel would be staring off too much and noticed Harvard was watching, prompting the Card Magician to look the other way.
"So, what are we thinking? We know who may be the guy responsible?" Harvard asked.
"No, but I got a way to bait him out."
"Bait? We're gonna do it again?"
"I'm gonna do it again. I want to make sure whatever happens, I deal with that guy specifically. After everything I saw and had to deal with, I'm making sure that loan sharker isn't throwing people around like cattle again."
Once they entered back inside, Harvard was quick on making his way to his friends, allowing Zazel to face the supposed mother that seemingly holds the knowledge regarding such debt.