The Master Of Death Is A Devil - Chapter 22 Even Dobby Frightens Dobby

Dobby hung upside down from a tree branch, with the Tepes castle in his sight.

He was completely wrapped in silky black cloth, just as a ninja was supposed to. Winky even took the liberty of adding the Beleth crest to the Hitai-ate he wore on his head. Personally, Dobby thought it would look better if he could have his nodache strapped behind his waist, but he didn’t use swords, so winky nixed that particular idea.

Then he wanted to wear orange so that others would see Dobby’s awesomeness and believe it, but Winky shot that one down too! Orange isn’t stealthy she said. It’s close enough to the color of blood, that the vampires see it, she said.

Ever since Dobby got devil freedom from Harry Potter Sir, he’s felt less free because of the she-elf!

“Ugh,” Dobby grunted to himself. “At least Dobby gets some Dobby time on his secret mission.”

Master Harry Potter Sir told him to take care of Charlie and tell him that getting back the fake dragon was too risky, but Dobby had a plan.

Dobby didn’t have fancy magic or super strength, but Dobby knew how to ruin someone’s day. Hexing the bludger to lightly tap Harry Potter was only the tip of the iceberg.

If the Marauders or Weasley twins (when they were both alive) saw into Dobby’s mind, he knew they would run away with urine flowing down their legs.

“Even Dobby frightens Dobby, heh heh heh,” his eerie cackles drifted away with the wind.

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Maurice Tepes sat on his gilded throne, listening to one of his men plead for forgiveness as he watched Rizevim Lucifer laugh at his problems.

When the stronger devil came to his castle, he thought all of his issues were solved. He got aid to dispose of his father, was able to use the half-breed that calls itself sister to aid his people whenever he needed it and was able to further research the Sephiroth Graal to serve his ends. He was a genius in his own right, but he could admit that the Ultimate-class devil helped speed the process along.

The dhampyr had a subclass of the grail Longinus that gave her three of them. It wasn’t like she needed to keep the three parts in her. Marius had even been planning to extract a second piece when the bitch escaped.

He knew she had help. His bastard of a father must have made sure she had some control over the castle protections that Marius didn’t know about.

His research could still continue and he could still further the goals of his pureblood brethren, but they could only move at a snail’s pace.

Marius couldn’t get a read on Rizevim before he seemed obsessed with the grail, but now his problems were a joke. Yet he still forced him to share the Sacred Gear! He was forced to swallow his pride and continue forward.

Until his people started being attacked.

At first, they had figured Valerie had been long gone. But now they had seen the remnants of a cold aura, the use of holy power, familiars and monsters used as blood sacks had been let free, and thralls had their heads cut off.

No real vampires were harmed, so the attacks themselves weren’t serious, but he was growing paranoid. Did Valerie leave and come back? Was she always here? Did the Carmilla faction learn if his troubles? He continued stewing while Rizevim kept laughing.

Almost thirty halfbreeds and thralls had been itching nonstop for a full day? He tuned out the useless wrench. He’d never heard of Magic or a Sacred Gear that tortured like that.

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Dobby bounced in the air as Norbert made a crater in the ground. She would look pale if not for the scales. With her blood loss, she wouldn’t have made it much further. Thankfully, she headed right back to her mate.

Dobby grew his wings and floated off, sighing at the happy ending.

“Good dragos should thank Master Harry Potter Sir and Wizard Wizarding Wheezes Sneezes,” he nodded with his hands to his side.

The short, stocky ginger gaped at the scene.

“Dobby finished contract. Please lead Dobby to payment for services rendered.”

“Huh? Dobby? Where’s Harry? What took so long? How are you even alive, Dobby?”

“Dobby?” he jumped into the air in surprise. “House-elf Dobby is dead. Dobby isn’t the Dobby you’re looking for, Dobby is devil Dobby. Now,” he flicked his hand and pointed to the Weasley dragon tamer.

“Pays Dobby because Dobby is a free devil servant!”

The Weasley stopped talking and brought him to the array of dragon parts that they agreed to trade.

Dobby snapped his fingers and felt the contract complete. It was barely noticeable, but he felt as if he skipped a week or two of training that added to his maximum reserves and stamina. It was an all-around increase and the heat made him feel really nice.

“Dobby needs Winky now,” he snapped and a teleportation circle appeared on the ground.

“Bye gingy Weasley everyone else thinks likes men or lizards more than women. Call House Beleth of the Great and Powerful Harry Potter Sir or Dobby that isn’t your Dobby again sometime for all your devil needs whenever you feels like it.”

And he disappeared in a flash, leaving a very confused wizard dragon tamer behind.