Dark in the Dollhouse Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Masquerade

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Evander picked up Yuliana’s body and gently placed her down on the sofa. “What a hard worker isn’t she?” he said as he took a blanket and laid it over her. Citen sighed. “How long will you keep this up?” he asked. There was a short bout of silence as not a single sound could be heard in the room. “What do you mean?” Evander asked as he turned around. His face was cold and impassive, without even a hint of emotion. “This act of course. You’re being too kind. It’s unusual.” Evander laughed. The exact intention behind it was unclear but one thing was for sure, It was not because he found it funny. “Is being ‘too kind’ a sin?” he asked with his lips curled. Citen clicked his tongue. He replied, “No, but it is very abnormal. I don’t like it.” Evander’s eyes went dark. He sighed and scratched his head. He said, “There are many reasons. It’s been four years since I became the Miracle Hands of Dokan. A man can be patient for only so long. The truth would only hinder her and myself. And besides,” Evander gazed at Yuliana as a smile crept up again. “I made her. And therefore, she’s my doll. I should show her an appropriate attitude befitting of it. It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to be too ‘unkind’ now would it?” He turned his gaze to Citen and added, “You should understand it very well, Genesis. After all, wasn’t it you who played along and gave her Blood Mantra of all things? You too are no different.” Citen gazed at Evander with furrowed brows. Soon, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Looks like every single one of us is an attendant of a never-ending masquerade. Our masks has become so thick that the real us have become obscured beneath it. You even doused the whole house with a calming sedative so that she wouldn’t feel uneasy and be able to relax, making her accept her new identity with ease. It took even someone like me a lot to resist relaxing too much. You are really scary you know that?” Evander didn’t respond. He didn’t affirm nor did he deny. He merely smiled. Citen, unbothered by his attitude, ruffled his own hair and said, “I want to ask, just how much of the story you told me about her was true?” “All of it.” “Then how much of the you in it was true?” “...Some of it.” Citen snickered. “At least you still retain some caution. Reality is a cruel mistress. In this game of am and am not, we mustn’t lose ourselves, and yet we can’t be ourselves.” Evander nodded. “I know.” He added, “But you don’t need to worry. I found myself a really good doll. She’s a darling who’s very pretty and very human. I initially wanted to tackle it in a different way, but when I heard about her circumstances, I decided to change things up a bit. It was a good decision. I can feel it clearly. My goal is very, very close. All I need to be now, is just a little more patient.” Citen said as he looked at the sleeping Yuliana, “A Supreme Oracle is probably the worst curse imaginable. Death is much more preferable than having one when you’re not strong enough. Hell, even when you are, there is always a bigger fish trying to screw things over in an attempt get their hands on you.” Citen snickered and added, “I pity her. I wonder how she would’ve felt if she knew that whilst trying to escape a demon, all she did was get ‘saved’ by another demon? Just this time, the demon was wearing the mask of a friend.” Evander’s nose twitched. “You’re saying ‘demon’ too much. I have no intentions of harming her. In fact, it’s the opposite. I intend to let her do as she wishes. A Stage 1 won’t be of much use, even if they possess a Supreme Oracle. Also, Menticide is too dangerous to be dealt with recklessly. For both her and me. I can assure you that what I’ll be doing is well within the limits of human morality. I don’t get a kick out of seeing or making people suffer.” For a while, there was no sound as none of them spoke. Evander yawned and cracked his knuckles. He massaged his throat and said with a frown, “It’s pretty tiring talking for this long.” “You’ve said this