Chapter 112
The King closed his eyes for a few seconds, contemplating on my words. He opened them and turned to me, "A Demon?" he slowly tasted the word.
Lapia placed a hand on my arm, "Are you sure?"
I nodded, "Pretty sure." I retrieved a sketchbook and stared at the King for a second. "Gordon, I’m going to draw the creature that’s troubling you. Would that be something you’re comfortable with? I’ll need you to look at it for confirmation."
He took a deep breath then nodded, "Anything that could help me. Please do so."
I nodded and produced a pencil, then went to work.
One of the many things I excel at when it comes to art is hyperrealism; to translate what’s on my mind with impeccable detail when drawing it. I put a lot of time and effort in developing my artistic skills during my life on Earth. While maybe focusing on the sciences could have been more helpful when taking this current life into consideration, there was no way for me to know the future.
"Have you appraised the creature in your nightmares?" I asked while drawing.
The King chuckled, "Natasha, you can’t appraise things when you’re in a dream."
I nodded. Is that similar to the smartphone thing with dreams? I wondered, shaping the drawing. I do remember having read that zoomers and the alpha generation saw more of interactive technology in their dreams. Maybe appraising people is not something the brain can simulate.
I drew the Demon in a non-threatening pose and with blank facial features. The lighting showed its front in a easy-to-digest way while simultaneously avoiding its vicious nature. It even looked friendly to some extent.
"Haa..." Lapia next to me sighed with a worried expression, looking at the drawing. "Is that how they look like?"