Chapter 153: Faustian bargain (II)
"I see that you seek some form of trade, young man. What is it that you are after?" The Legendary devil finally spoke, her voice smooth and seductive, her eyes probing for any sign of vulnerability.
Vlad’s gaze was steady, unyielding as steel, as he focused on the Legendary devil. When he spoke, it was almost robotic, his face betraying not the slightest flicker of emotion, his vital signs and physical reactions impervious to any chance of exposure. "What I seek are devil bloodlines."
The Legendary devil’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of interest and wariness crossing her features. She had expected a spark of greed or ambition, something she could latch onto and manipulate. Instead, she was met with a disconcerting void. She could not understand how a mere Mortal could perform such a feat worthy of a soulless and emotionless machine.
"Devil bloodlines, you say?" she purred, her mind racing with schemes and contingencies. "And what would a mortal like you offer in exchange for such a rare and potent commodity?"
"Souls," Vlad replied, his tone unchanged, his expression unreadable, relying on the A.I. Chip for every word.
The devil’s smile widened, though it did not reach her eyes. "Souls, you say? That is a tempting offer, indeed. But why should I trust you to deliver what you promise? Do you even know the conditions to send one into Hell?"
"I have the means and the will to deliver. You will find no deceit in my words," Vlad responded with empty eyes.
The devil’s mind whirred with possibilities. She could sense the young man hid something, but his demeanor was unnerving. She decided to probe further. "You are quite an enigma, young man. Most mortals are driven by fear, by greed, by desire. But you... you are different. What drives you? What is your true goal?"
"My goals are my own," Vlad replied, calm and impenetrable. "I have no interest in revealing them for free."