Alev looked at Naoki with an expression that looked like someone who couldn't tell the difference between O and 0. Regaining his composure several seconds later, the boy quickly finished his OJ and went back to questioning.
"Oron Lyklee? King? New Arc Empire? Factions? Purity Corps? I sound like I'm in a goddamn manga or war simulation!" he shouted, clearly the boy is exasperated at just what setting he's in.
The fact that he's in the future and most likely an alternate realm made him feel displaced. Despite living for quite a long while, he's still a child at heart. He didn't exactly have the best and moral upbringing, let alone emotional support, from his only family: his father. Still, knowing that his father may not be the cause assured him in an odd way.
As for the name Baal, the boy's heart sunk slightly. Hearing a demon's name is never a good thing. Especially one of the highest ranking demons in history/mythology/religion. He noted it was weird the guy named Naoki didn't know the other names, but he ruled it our as he was unlearned, or those names wouldn't be taught in normal, for this world's standards, civilian education.
There was only one problem that Alev could not resist to comment on.
"Chicago? I'm in the United States?!" he . "I'm across half the fucking world!!" he shouted and face palmed, emphasizing his words and actions with a face palm.
Frustrated at the lack of information and getting no where, Alev opened his tome and activated it. He couldn't care if people were looking. He had to know. His tome didn't work properly early when he came here and he ruled it out as the tome trying to adjust and adapt to the new settings. Maybe it'll function now.
The tome was bigger and thicker than most encyclopedias, and in Alev's hands it looked heavy although the boy carries it in one hand. The cover looks wooden with fine ebony craft, the corners and spine reinforced with anodized steel. The embroidery and designs on the covers and steel were detailed with scribbles that would be called runes. The sepia pages were aged with time but didn't show signs of damage or fragility. In fact, it was crisp as if it were never used.
Swiping a finger on a random page and drawing out a complex movement in a span of a second, he taps the page and activates the tome. The pages glow and flutter to life as words, drawings, and a faint unearthly glow billow out from the pages. Although the contents flickered and glitched occasionally. Whats written seems to be in a language unrecognizable, and only known to Alev...
And maybe demons...
