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Lord of Entertainment C45 Suspicion
🕑 Added 2024-08-31 00:00:06 +0000 UTCThe crowd was on fire tonight. I played song after song, feeling the energy build with each chord. By the time I finished my set, I was drenched in sweat, but man, was it worth it. The roar of the audience was deafening as I took my final bow.
Using my new skill {Harmonic Resonance} really made a great difference.
Backstage, I collapsed onto a chair, grabbing a towel to wipe my face. That's when I felt it - that familiar ping in my head. I'd done it. 10,000 fans. A grin spread across my face as I saw the reward pop up:
Moonshadow and a Silver Katana. Not bad, not bad at all.
I was itching to try out the katana, especially since I could infuse it with my {Sinful Magic}. But that would have to wait. For now, I had a theatre full of people to deal with.
Rocky burst into the room, his face split with a huge grin. "Kid, that was incredible! They're still cheering out there!"
We chatted for a bit, going over the night's success. I made sure to check in with the new troupe he'd put together - they were coming along nicely, really getting the hang of the grunge sound.
By the time I left the theatre, it was late. I made my way back to the Whitlock house. My mind was buzzing with plans for the katana, new skill and the constant awareness that I was walking a tightrope between my real identity and the persona I'd created.
I stepped into the Whitlock house, the transition from rock star to family member still a bit jarring. Mariana was there to greet me, her smile warm but tinged with something I couldn't quite place.
"Welcome back," she said. "How was the reopening of that... establishment?"
I couldn't help but grin at her careful choice of words. "It went well, I think. Pretty good turnout."
Mariana nodded, a flicker of... was that guilt? ... crossing her face. "I'm sorry I couldn't attend."
"It's okay," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "I know grunge isn't really your style."
She opened her mouth as if to deny it, then seemed to think better of it. "Sigh... You're right, it's not really my taste."
Her honesty caught me off guard. It was a reminder that, fake son or not, there was a real relationship forming here. Complicated, sure, but real nonetheless.
We made our way to the dining room, where Ark was already seated with his other wives and concubines. The atmosphere was... tense, to say the least. With Delilah, Layla, and the other kids off at their dorms, the usual buffer of youthful chatter was missing.
As we ate, conversation was stilted, forced. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe it was just the aftermath of the concert high, but the air felt thick with unspoken words.
My mind drifted to Lucy's recent visits. She'd taken to slipping through my window at odd hours, our sparring sessions evolving into something more complex. It was a dance of secrets and half-truths, much like this dinner.
I wolfed down my food, eager to escape the weird vibe. "Thanks for dinner," I said, standing up perhaps a bit too quickly. "I'm pretty beat from the show. Think I'll turn in early."
Ark nodded, his expression unreadable. "Rest well, son. We'll talk more tomorrow."
As I headed up to my room, I couldn't shake the feeling that tomorrow's talk wasn't going to be just about my music career. Something was brewing in the Whitlock household, and I had a feeling I was right in the middle of it.
Closing my bedroom door, I let out a long breath.
I had barely settled onto my bed when the window creaked open. I didn't even bother looking up. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" I asked, my voice muffled by the pillow.
"It was urgent. Thought I'd drop by," Lucy's voice replied. I heard the soft rustle of her lowering her hood.
Sighing, I rolled over to face her. "What's so urgent it couldn't wait till morning?"
Lucy's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Your situation is getting... complicated."
That got my attention. I sat up, suddenly wide awake. "Complicated how?"
She perched on the edge of my bed, casual in a way that spoke of our growing familiarity. A week of sparring sessions had broken down some barriers between us.
"The family, especially Father, is getting suspicious," she said, her voice low.
I frowned. "Suspicious? I've been careful."
Lucy's smile turned wry. "No matter how careful you are, there's always a loose thread to pull," she said, sounding like she was quoting someone. "Or maybe it's because you're being so careful that you look suspicious?"
I mulled that over as she continued, "Have things felt off with them lately?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Things always feel off. They're not my real family, after all." I paused, thinking back to dinner. "But yeah, it has been weirder than usual."
Lucy nodded, her expression turning serious. "Father must have found out something about Arthur and..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "Well, it doesn't matter."
She stood up, moving towards the window. "I just came to warn you. Be on your guard."
"Warn me? Why?" The question slipped out before I could stop it.
Lucy sighed, one foot already on the windowsill. "Don't ask too many questions. Just... remember that I've been helping you because you've been useful for my training. And..." she hesitated, "you're not a bad warrior."
Before I could respond, she was gone, the wind catching her cloak as she leapt. The window slammed shut behind her with a resounding thud.
I flopped back onto my bed, my mind racing. Lucy's warning, the weird vibes at dinner, Ark's promise of a talk tomorrow - it all pointed to trouble brewing.
Lucy's warning left me wide awake, my mind racing. If the Whitlocks were getting suspicious, I needed to act fast. My inventions - the electric guitar, the electric piano - they were too valuable to leave in Arthur Whitlock's name. What if the real Arthur showed up and claimed them? That'd be a mess I didn't need.
I sat up, a plan forming. Time to create a new identity, someone to hold these patents. Someone who couldn't be traced back to me or the Whitlocks.
As I mulled over potential names and backstories, I remembered my new skill: {Moonshadow}. A grin spread across my face as I recalled its capabilities.
{Moonshadow} was quite a significant skill. It let me move like a ghost in the night, virtually invisible and silent for a short period of time. My strength and speed got a serious boost too, especially when the moon was out. And on a full moon? Let's just say I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of my own attacks.
Perfect for a midnight excursion.
I glanced out the window. The moon was a waxing gibbous, nearly full. Good enough.
Focusing, I activated {Moonshadow}. A cool tingle spread over my skin as shadows seemed to cling to me. I moved to the mirror and had to stifle a laugh - I was practically invisible, just a slight shimmer in the air where I stood.
"Alright," I muttered to myself, "let's see what this baby can do."
I eased the window open, wincing at every tiny creak. But I needn't have worried. As I slipped out onto the ledge, I realized I was moving in perfect silence.
The night air was crisp as I scaled down the mansion wall, my enhanced strength making it feel like a casual stroll. My feet hit the ground without a sound, and I took off towards the city.
As I ran, faster than I'd ever moved before, I couldn't help but feel a thrill. This was what being a demon prince should feel like - powerful, unstoppable, free.
But I had work to do. Lawyers to wake up, papers to file, a new identity to create. By morning, "Arthur Whitlock's" inventions would belong to someone new. Someone safe.
