Hentai
In a hentai crossover
"Mwah… Ahn…"
"Hmn… So cute…"
"Ahaha…"
Momonga practically felt his fleshy body's eyes being red and tired, as if he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep during the night.
Granted, the undead didn't need to sleep per say, but for some reason sleep had started to invigorate him as of late.
'When I first arrived here sleeping was just like laying still while wearing ten layers of clothes… Yet now… It feels restful…' Momonga tried to focus on something else than what he heard with his fleshy ears. '...I'm definitely merging more and more with this body, making it mine… I suppose it's not a bad thing, as long as I retain my 'health' and the regeneration I gained through the Scroll created by my Elder Lich…'
"Hn… Mwah… slurp…"
The sounds returned to Momonga's ears and he figured that he couldn't just ignore them anymore, so he opened his eyes slowly, doing his best to not do anything that could be taken the wrong way.
After all, Ravel and now her mother as well rightly believed that he was 'The Supreme Being', although they wrongly believed him to be some sort of malefic genius mastermind who had infernal plans upon plans, each more intricate than the next.
Meanwhile, in reality, Momonga was just trying to survive.
He had long since realized that he needed to take responsibility for what he had wrought, but the broken [Emotion Suppression] made him also realize the despair he had caused upon those he thought fondly of.
Or rather, those he loved.
'Haa… I've turned into a careless, sloppy affair…' The 'Overlord' part of Momonga despaired while Suzuki Satoru was still mesmerized by the change that had happened within his mental-scape- That was, the dryness had passed from the red-sanded plain, and it had started to mist.
From that mist came rain, and after rain, the previously-wilted sprout of green had grown to a spruce of a tree. The only living being in the plain, although after the rain… The red ground had started to crack. '...A sign of change… But is it for the better? Do I have a choice?'
He distracted himself by focusing on the original distraction, and turned his eyes towards the source of the sound.
"Mwah… Nhn…"
Momonga was quite unsure what to do about the sight of Lady Phenix and Ravel cuddling one another and kissing in a fleeting, tasting manner, and every now and then deepening the pecking kiss to a lewd, saliva-filled clash of tongues as if they were trying to devour one another's lips.
'Um… I didn't break Ravel or Lady Phenix last night… right? I still have some scrolls to cure insanity, but…' Momonga sweated bullets, and then froze a bit as the two turned towards him.
Ravel and Lady Phenix beckoned for him to come to them, while Lady Phenix opened her legs wide and Ravel reached to rub between them a bit while turning towards him and sitting on her mother's thigh, resting the back of her head between her mother's breasts, displaying them proudly to Momonga.
The part of Momonga that was Suzuki Satoru noted subconsciously that the pair of breasts on the woman was something to be proud of, as he knew by feel that the breasts were both soft and supple, springy despite their weight instead of soggy, unaffected from the strain of having breast-fed her children in the past, and even a single one of them was larger than Ravel's head.
Then he realized just what he was thinking about, and managed to keep his horror from showing on his face with a herculean effort.
Ravel must have noticed the look Momonga gave her mother's breasts, and she looked like she was on top of her world, while Lady Phenix was positively glowing and reached to fondle her own breast and thrust her hips a bit in an invitation for him to come and mount her again.
Momonga noted that Lady Phenix had quite an interesting expression on her face. Which was to say, that she looked like she was absolutely, disturbingly, horrifyingly… horny.
Momonga realized that he had only one option remaining. Which was to say…
"You've done well, Ravel, my lady." Momonga decreed. "Rest now. We'll continue from here, come night." '[Silent Magic: Teleport]'
He ran away.
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Ravel collapsed in relief. She felt as Lady Phenix went limp behind her as well, as if a heavy weight was taken from her shoulders and she could allow her body to relax a bit.
"This… Is this what our life is from now on?" Lady Phenix's voice was stressed, tired and mumbly.
Ravel nodded shakily.
While Ravel shook from joy and fear, Lady Phenix clearly shook from guilt, fear… and partly from pleasure. Ravel could tell that while she hesitated throwing herself to 'Momon', likely in order to cherish the memory of her husband, the woman's pleasure last night had been genuine. At least after the first three hours or so, after the hesitation was purged from Lady Phenix's body and the frustration she had suppressed during her ten year long dry-spell was allowed to surface..
'Kukuku… Mom can't take pleasure from any other man after that night… Her mind might still remember her past, but her body can't…' Ravel reached to stroke her mother's stomach in a fond way, feeling sick pleasure from the fact the woman shivered in a lustful way from the touch. "Yes, mom…"
The mother and daughter had been kissing and cuddling for the rest of night, partially in their crazed, insane lust-daze, and partially to please the perverted, malicious lord of terror in their bed who had gone to sleep after he had emptied himself into the pair and seen that they had almost lost conciousness as a result, both the mother and the daughter ending up as cross-eyed, dumb-looking animals who could only let out lustful moans and panting breaths instead of normal speech.
Yet, both Ravel and Lady Phenix knew that the moment the kisses and the fondling stopped, so would the pulses, and had done their best to ensure the Dark Lord was satisfied before that could happen- And the fact he had allowed them to live afterwards was a sign that they had succeeded even though their bodies had almost given up on life as a result.
And now, as the morning came, they were given the permission to rest. Granted, devils were invigorated by night and skipping a few night's rest was of little issue for the most, but the horror and trauma of the previous day had tired both of them out to the point where neither could think straight.
When that was added to the whole night of kissing, nibbling and fondling, and to the psychological trauma of being a mother and a daughter engaging in such an act, Ravel didn't so much go to sleep when the dark lord permitted it, as she collapsed entirely when she was allowed to do so.
"Mom… It's alright now… we've passed the test…" Ravel mumbled sleepily into her mothers breasts while her mother stroked her head. "It's going to be… alright… I love you so much…"
"I love you too, Ravel…" Lady Phenix's body was limp and she mumbled in a sleepy manner, before her body lost strength utterly and her breathing turned to serene, calm motion.
Ravel pulled a blanket over the pair, snuggled against the pair of soft pillows that slowly rose and fell, entwined her legs with Lady Phenix's and tied her arms around the woman who did the same to her.
And so the tightly-hugging pair slept peacefully, even as the sun rose to Underworld's sky.
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Meanwhile the black hole in the sky of the Human World had gathered a large accretion disk, and had broken much of Venus's mass into dust that would gradually fall into the celestial object, while most of it would be turning to light and energy by means of accretion.
Thus a new day was given birth, cloaked in pale light.
The nations of the Human World were in chaos, but from chaos rose order as the initial shock passed, and contingency plans were altered. Weapons were distributed. Systems were put in place. Martial laws were enacted.
After all, Humanity had not become the de-facto rulers of their world by power, claws, or strength, but rather from their adaptability and intelligence. And now, they had a physical enemy they could fight with sword and gun, as opposed to the snuffing of the sun against which they were powerless.
And so, they adapted their tactics, and applied what they learned from their enemy to their strategies.
A pack of werewolves charged forwards in a blood-drunk daze, and were blown back as a battle tank unloaded it's main gun, loaded with canister shot, to the center of the pack.
The man-wolves stood up and regenerated, but a hastily-manufactured high-explosive white phosphor and silver warhead shredded the pack and set them aflame.
A series of napalm airstrikes purged the streets of zombies in the areas that had been affected by the sudden plagues, leaving burning towns and cities in their wake. Yet those cities had already been lost, with the people and few survivors being written off as casualties.
The loss of an American aircraft supercarrier and it's accompanying fleet in the pacific sea was investigated through satellites, and a 'dark zone' was marked to the maps, from the center of pacific to shore of Japan, and naval traffic was warned not to cross it.
The zone was traced to a city of Kuoh in Japan, and the nations of the world which could do so turned their eyes to the island-country which now stretched to one direction with inky darkness, and to another with a shimmering rift that caused madness upon anyone gazing directly at it.
The Japanese government was as baffled as others on what had happened on their soil, and had sent scouts and then the army to the city to find out just what was going on… And had found only an empty, broken city.
A city that had seemingly gone forwards and backwards in time, a city that had been scarred by bizzare conflict that made no sense- Broken longboats littered the shore as if they had come from ancient lore, the buildings had been toppled and shattered, and even the very ground was broken and unnatural.
Only one location was even vaguely intact, which was an oddly preserved area in the outskirts of the city, housing only a partially broken manor that city records showed had belonged to one named 'Momon Phenix'.
Other than that, the city was completely devoid of life.
That was, until a massive angel with eight wings appeared in front of the mixed American-Japanese investigative strike team upon them reaching the oddly intact location amidst the chaos.
A few surprised and frightened pot-shots from the team's small arms impacted against the angel, yet didn't damage it to a significant degree. And all the while the armored, war-formed angel was motionless and non threatening.
And then it spoke.
"Be not afraid, for I speak the words of the Lord…"
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"And that's the last of them, right?" The maid who had numbered herself 'Three' lifted a delirious devil up by her partially shredded shirt, and put her to a cart which collected the no-longer-dead and would bring them to the 'chapel of the true god'.
The devil in question let out a faint 'eh' sound before the cart was carried off by a maid self-titled as 'Four', leaving just the five Cherubim Gatekeepers alone with the Dominion Authority their master had summoned in the Underworld.
"It is so. With this, all of the fallen warriors of His side have been resurrected. What shall we do about the heretics and the lost?" The Dominion Authority pointed it's flanged mace at the pile of random dead Fallen, humans, devils, random chunks of meat, and whatnot who had been present in Kuoh, but hadn't been found in the grounds where the followers of True God had fallen.
'One' scrunched her face, as did the other Cherubims. "Master did order us to resurrect those who died… Does anyone know why they died?"
"That I do not know, senpai" The massive angel responded. "Yet, does it matter?"
"I suppose not… We can just kill them if the Master doesn't approve of them, or if they are enemies and they don't approve of the Master." 'One' sighed and the angels went to resurrect the pile of stragglers.
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Roughly five minutes later the group of devil spies that Sirzechs Lucifer had sent to Kuoh in order to keep an eye on Momon Phenix, and had later been killed by Freed Sellzen, stood up in absolute confusion.
Three minutes passed, and four Fallen Angels sat up in abject confusion as well.
Two minutes after that, Freed Sellzen stood up as well.
"What the fuck?" The priest in question was quite… surprised.
"You've been resurrected by the grace of True God, your faith is-" The Dominion Authority began.
"Fuck that guy, I'm not with the church. Wait, who are you?- Wait!"
The ground shook a bit as Freed Sellzen was returned to the ground with a massive crater formed by an instant pole mace-strike.
Dominion Authority lifted it's mace from the space where the 'priest' had been a second ago, leaving a small wet stain behind and burying the priest-turned-again-into-minced meat into the ground with a single strike.
The devils who had been killed by Freed and now freed of him once again fell to their knees in an instant.
Meanwhile…
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"W-what the fuck was that?!" A small blonde girl with frilly gothic lolita-style clothes shivered like pudding while she sat on the ground, and watched as Freed was turned into meat paste with a single strike.
"Calm down Mittelt! This… I don't know what this is, but…" Kalawarna replied although the Fallen Angel clad in a dress suit that was two sizes too small for her considerable bust looked equally shaken.
Dohnaseek, a creepy Fallen Angel man in a trench coat, tipped his fedora a bit down to hide his own terror as he must have not only seen Freed's sudden death, but also the fact that a eight-winged angel was in front of them. And not just a regular angel either, by the looks of it, but a war-angel created solely for destruction, the kind of which hadn't been seen since the last biblical war.
Lastly, Raynare felt as if her head was about to burst open with questions. 'What is this? Where is this? Last I remember… I was trying to grab that nun's… Asia's [Twilight Healing], but that twerp, Issei, grabbed me and pummeled me with that damned Sacred Gear of his… and then betrayed me after I pleaded for him to stop that Gremory bitch from killing me… Wait…'
She reached to pat herself. 'I'm alive? I'm alive! I'm alive!'
"Greetings, fellow angels. Rejoice, for the True God has given thee his mercy through a vessel that is I." The massive angel glid over to address the four Fallen Angels, and the four of them froze utterly still- Any arrogance they might have had having evaporated the moment they saw Freed get absolutely destroyed like a bug getting crushed by a tank.
"A-awawa…" Raynare glanced to the side to note that Mittet had gone for her usual 'scared and cute young goth girl' approach, while Kalawaaner was frozen utterly still as if the 'Business lewd'-dressing Fallen's mind couldn't really comprehend what she was seeing, and Dohnaseek, as usual, was slowly edging his fingers towards the pocket of his trench coat.
Moreover, Dohnaseek was starting to foam from the corners of his mouth, and it looked like the man had gone into his 'happy place' from fear- That was, into a 'kill all things' mode.
Raynare was fairly sure what'd happen if the idiot battle-maniac went toe-to-toe with the massive angel, and…
"We'll see! Defend yourse- htn!" Dohnaseek lunged out for a stab with a light-spear he created with one hand and shot at the eight-winged angel with a human-made pistol that had been loaded with bullets made from devil-defiled human bone, a unholy anti-angel weapon.
The angel ignored the light-spear, and the bullet bounced off it's armor.
In return, Dohnaseek turned into a smear on the ground alongside a similar crater that Freed had left behind.
The massive angel seemed to be utterly confused as to the two man's behavior, but seemed to compose itself with a shrug of its shoulders, and then turned towards Raynare.
Raynare promptly lost control over her bladder.
The massive armored angel coughed into it's gauntleted fist, or at least moved it's shoulders a bit after moving the gauntlet in front of where a humanoid form's head should be. After all, the angel's 'face' was a burning circle with a cross in the center, which made it somewhat difficult to read it's emotions from its face.
"Regardless, I welcome thee, fellow angels, into True God's fold. Rejoice, for your souls are lost in the dark no more, for He has taken them to his embrace, and in turn, given you freedom from uncertainty and death. Follow his dogma with pride and dedication, and you will be rewarded. Stray from His path, and find damnation eternal and instant death. Know that eternal life, resurrection from death, prosperity, virility and health are all within his grasp to give, and torment, death, infinite blue balls and pain are his punishment for those who defy Him. Amen." The angel seemed to finish a spiel it had spoken out a thousand times before.
"Ahem, and since there were some… uncertainties… regarding your resurrections, I'd like to invite you to meet our glorious master in person. As soon as he has time to address lowly creations such as us." A maid below the massive angel curtsied a bit towards the group of devils and four Fallen. The tone of her voice left no room to guess if the words were a suggestion or an order. "Follow me."
Raynare stood up on shaky legs. 'No- No way… God- ow- has returned? This… Azazel-sama… Please be safe…'
She felt dread, even more potent than when she had realized that she had failed to seduce Issei in the last few seconds before her death, before Rias Gremory had killed her.
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'I'm so screwed, I'm so screwed… No, not that phrase, that's… I mean I'm fucked up- No, not that either, Gah, I've become a pervert, for real, this can't be it… I'm sorry, mother, I've…' Momonga wobbled back and forth while he sat on a shover-stool in a shower where he had teleported to.
He had picked a random bathroom in the Phenix castle-mansion as his target, and had a faint idea on the layout of the building, so he had chosen one of the vacant 'Peerage quarters' in an attempt to not embarrass himself in his own eyes any further. Luckily enough all the bathrooms in the castle-mansion were king-sized and had showers, towel- and-bathrobe closets, bath-tubs, and enough space to be an apartment by itself, so Momonga had ample space to aim for instead of teleporting into a wall or something.
Moreover, he had a feeling Ravel and her mother would follow him to the bathroom if he just excused himself normally and walked off, or if he teleported to his bathroom as the pair likely use it in the coming moments- And right now, seeing the consequences of his own actions was just too much for his unsuppressed mind.
Even the fact that Lady Phenix and Ravel loved each other in such a deep manner, if one ignored the physical activities of the past hours, was causing Momonga to remember what he had lost due to Rossweisse's betrayal and the loss of his own child was brought to the forefront of his mind.
"Haa…" Momonga reached to pour more soap on his head and gave his host body's hair a good rub in an attempt to distract himself. '...I keep thinking of this body as a 'host'... But it is part of me. I'm not Issei, but his body… It's no cosmetic, this is no game… It's part of me.'
"Oh my?" A female voice caused Momonga's head-rubbing to pause, and then his entire body freeze a bit as he practically felt someone move behind him.
His caution and paranoia were urging him to turn and find out who was in the room with him, and his japanese sensibilities were urging him to not look as the voice had sounded feminine and he had barged into their bathroom uninvited.
"Ah, it seems that I've- Eh?" Momonga felt as a pair of hands reached for his back, and rubbed it a bit. "Ahem, I mean, I've…"
"I must confess I am somewhat surprised. And it seems that the centuries I've spent upon soil that is nowadays known as 'Japan' has ingrained some cultural habits into me." A somehow familiar voice came from behind him and he felt that the hands on his back had produced a sponge from somewhere. "It seems that I'm a bit familiar with outdated concepts like 'sneaking into an unmarried woman's room at night', and 'washing each other's back'... I hope you don't mind if I indulge in some old-fashioned habits?"
"Ah, Yasaka-sama? I truly apologize, I intended to, um, find an empty room because, erhm…" Momonga realized who was washing his back and blushed to the hairline. "I hope that this does not become a diplomatic incident between…"
"Please, Momon-sama, I still owe you a great debt of gratitude for bringing my Kunou back to me." Yasaka leaned close to his ear and whispered, as if to remind him. "Besides, it is I who should ask you to forgive me for indulging in some old habits, ohoho…"
'E-erm…' The part of him that was Suzuki Satoru very faintly remembered that old legends of Japan had such things in their culture, but by the time of Neo-Japan, those kinds of things had become utterly alien.
Not only because 'sneaking into a unmarried woman's quarters' usually ended up badly for one or both of the participants due to automated security and personal security services, as well as due the fact that such 'sneaking' needed a corporate approval as potential maternity leaves that could result from the intercourse could mess up work schedules, and such 'sexual acts' in reality required corporate approval.
Meanwhile the whole concept of 'washing another's back was something that Suzuki hadn't really ever experienced due to him being single in Neo-Japan, and more importantly due the widespread of affordable laser and ozone-based cleaning solutions that were the only really affordable means of cleaning oneself didn't really work with hand-washing, and clean water was both precious and prized by the liter.
Momonga realized that his thoughts were getting scattered as the soft rubbing of his back caused his head to turn vacant from the pleasant and relaxing feeling, and both actions were quite unwise when he realized that since Yasaka was a leader of her own faction, she'd possibly be roughly on par with the Maous in terms of strength and could fight Momonga toe-to-toe even despite his increase in levels.
"Ahem, I don't mean to insult, but… Um… You have a husband, correct? I mean, Kunou-san is your daughter, so by deduction…" Momonga realized that he had walked into a trap- Yasaka could use the whole 'Momon barging into a married woman's quarters and took advantage of her' as blackmail material against him. When he combined that with her being the leader of her faction, and Momonga needing to consider not only himself and his public image… 'Not good, really not good…'
His stress peaked once more, and he started to find solutions even from the most desperate places. 'Er, unless… This is a really bad plan, but… Peroroncino blabbered on about a 'milf cheating netorare plotline' in one of his eroges during one of the raids… Until he was muted from group chat anyway… That way… Umu… That way… My only option… Is to do something despicable… This ero-world…'
He realized that the only way for him to not get blackmailed by his mistake would be to make the scene into something that he could use to blackmail Yasaka into not speaking of it to Kunou or her husband.
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"Oho? I've divorced from my husband due to… issues… So please don't worry about that." Yasaka realized that she should have probably clarified that first, as it did explain the odd stiffness Momon had on his posture and words. And at the same time it caused her a bit of relief- That he wouldn't touch a married woman out of concern for her family. 'Hm, I knew he was a gentle sort, but to find honor among devils… Or, in his case, I probably shouldn't be surprised since He was only infiltrating their ranks to make them ease up to His rule as the 'True God' of three factions… Heh, I might fall for him for real. He'll help me take care of Kunou, pamper me when I need it, and I'll take care of all the coldly logical things like trade deals… Then again, he is supposedly the amnesiac god from back then… Ohoho, and since he wields so much power over multiple factions, I'll have so much easier time haggling… 'Do this or you'll displease Momon' or something like that… Ohohoho…'
Yasaka felt that the 'man' was still quite reserved so she put the sponge down which she had used to rub Momon's back, and instead leaned in to rub it with her breasts instead.
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'E-eh? She's divorced? But… Ah. She might be lying. Of course. I've heard that foxes are sly, but she's seriously crafty… After all, it doesn't really matter if I think that she doesn't have a husband, all that matters is that she accuses me and has proof. Moreover Kunou seemed to have confused me to be her father, which means that he and I look the same or she was so stressed-out after the resurrection that she mistook me…' Momonga realized that Yasaka was even more cunning than he figured out from the brief conversations he'd had with her. 'In other words, since the damage is already done, I need to double-down on it. Haa… Netorare-quest is a go… I am seriously turning into Peroroncino…'
"It would be a shame if something happened here, then." Momonga turned around and… A pair of massive breasts squished on his face instead of his back. On quick glance the mammaries exceeded even Lady Phenix's to the point he wondered if the woman's back was made of steel instead of bone. 'Eh?'
"Indeed, quite…" The woman practically purred, causing Momonga's internal klaxons to sound out in alarm.
'Crap! She planned for it! I need to be more decisive… Dammit! Peroroncino-class ero-knowledge is a go! Arm warheads! Prepare birth control… dammit, I don't actually have any of that…' Momonga felt his mind fracture a bit once more from the thoughts that ran through his mind, but pressed the attack by knocking the woman down and claiming her lips.
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'My, he's assertive… Then again, he must have planned for this since he appeared in my bathroom… Since these quarters were loaned to me by his servants, he'd know precisely where I was… I wonder if that stalker from yesterday, in front of his quarters, managed to decipher what I was going for- Ah. Of course. Lady Phenix. She must have told him what I was planning on, and had Momon ambush me in turn… Interesting tactic from that woman, I'm not sure she's trying to help me or hinder me…' Yasaka was quite surprised by Momon's assertiveness after the awkward start, but nonetheless went along as the unfolding events did more or less match what she had laid out at the start. 'Hm… He's not a bad kisser… I might get used to this… I didn't get a chance to interrogate the tengus for herbs, but I saw his rampage yesterday… He can't be too 'backed up' right now…'
"Kyah!" Yasaka didn't manage to hold her tongue as Momon reached to fondle one of her breasts while keeping up the kiss and pulled her bathrobe off with the other hand. "Momon-sama! You're assertive…"
"Didn't you mention something about 'visiting a woman's bedroom' and 'old habits' just now?" Momon whispered to her ear, causing Yasaka to shiver a bit, although this time out of her own will to reinforce the face she had decided to put up.
'My, he bought that… All is fair in love and war, Momon-sama… This is for the sake of my people… ohoho… You're cute.' Yasaka giggled a bit. "My, thank you for indulging this old fox, Momon-sama."
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'Erk… I can't blackmail her like this… I should have trained with Yubelluna on the art of teasing, or something…' Momonga realized that he might be utterly outmatched, but felt that pulling out at that point might be too late already so he had to go for a 'sink or swim' approach. Metaphorically speaking, as his 'Momon jr' was still outside the woman, although it was raring to go. '...I overdosed on those potions really hard yesterday so they might still affect me… I wonder if I should try using Yasaka's daughter as blackmail as well… I should keep that as a last resort though, since… I really don't want to do something like that… After my child… After what I did to Lady Phenix…'
He shook off his mounting despair by hoisting Yasaka and himself up from the bathroom floor and pushed her against the tiled wall of the shower so that the stream of water hit them both.
"Mwah… Oh my, I wanted to go for a shower, but I certainly did not expect to take one like this…" Yasaka commented as she lifted one of her legs to Momonga's side and hugged his head against her massive chest, and decided to push her advantage with a probing question, likely to probe Momonga's thoughts into her follow-up. "Mh… Momon-sama seems to know how to touch a woman. Do you happen to have a lover?"
'I'm fairly certain she would know about my fiancees, and wife, and so on... While it's not like she's a close affiliate of the Underworld, there's no way that the Underworld's happenings don't concern her and noble weddings are often the topic of rumors...' Momonga realized that he had to play innocent in order to dodge the question so that the woman couldn't use it as a follow up. 'Is she trying to seduce me? This... Oh... An attack on two fronts- Both to gather blackmail and to try and seduce me. This fox is seriously crafty...'
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"I… Ahe… Mbhg…" Momon's voice was mumbly and the mumble caused all sorts of vibrations in Yasaka's breasts alongside tasting licks and sucking, making them ache as the old itch returned after so many years, alongside breast-milk starting to come from her nipples.
"Ahn… You can be rougher, Momon-sama, this old fox won't break…" Yasaka urged out of instinct as her own urges popped to the surface, before she remembered what kind of 'action' Momon could get to if he was allowed to go full-force. 'Um… I'm fairly sure that his wife was into choking based on her expression… But surely it's not the other way around, that she developed that fetish because of Momon?'
Yasaka managed to finish the thought before a rod was placed against her lower lips, and breath left her lungs, alongside her eyes rolling up for a second and a good deal of spit coughing out from her mouth as she felt Momon shove his rod all the way in, pushing the roof of her womb against her guts in one fell strike.
'...-Guh…' Yasaka realized that the kissing, boob-nibbling and stroking had caused her body to heat up a bit and her lower lips to become moist, allowing the monster-sized meat to enter her without tearing anything.
"It'd be a terrible shame if your husband knew…" Momon mumbled to Yasaka's ear as she shivered a bit for real from the after-impact of such a deep penetration.
Her body clenched out of instinct before she realized that Momon was teasing her. 'I've told him that I divorced my previous husband… Either he thinks I'm lying, or he's going for a cheating-play, or is trying to figure out if I'm actually lying… And two of those possibilities suggest that he really doesn't know if I'm a single mother or not and is trying to get me to slip. Ohoho? So he's actually a bit cunning under that 'strong gentle goody-two-shoes' appearance… Not bad, not bad at all…'
Nonetheless, the amount of scheming Yasaka could manage was somewhat restricted by the fact that her guts were getting rearranged by the foreign invader, and her breasts were practically on fire and were leaking milk which mixed with the water from the shower.
"-Hah! Ahn! Hnah! K-kyan!" Yasaka realized that her voice was echoing in the shower, and that she had failed to keep her voice down while she was scheming, likely due to the fact that her body was getting slammed against the bathroom wall with each thrust and she was loving it. '...Ha- haha… Not bad… If… If you were just some random nobody… I'd bring you home with me… and… I might still do that… But instead I'll come to your home… Anh… Yes… that… That scratches the itch… Nh…'
Yasaka leaned into the lustful kiss that Momon gave her while he was fondling and squeezing her breasts, causing spurts of breast-milk to flow down her body.
A creaking sound came from somewhere nearby and Yasaka's eyes widened in sudden realization that she had forgotten something critical. "W-wait, I… ahn! I need to… Kyan!"
"Mommy? Where are you? Are you in the shower?" A faint and a bit scared voice of a young girl came from somewhere outside the bathroom, causing Yasaka to freeze up and her body to clench hard.
It seemed that Momon noticed it, but instead of pulling out and making himself more presentable to avoid embarrassment, he instead leaned harder against Yasaka and began thrusting faster and harder.
"N-ngh! Ah! N- Ngha!" Yasaka tried to push Momon away, but failed as she realized that Momon was surprisingly strong, which in retrospect wasn't that big of a surprise. "Momon, Kunou is- Ghuh…"
A thrust drove the rod balls-deep into her and caused her to become cross-eyed for a brief second while her vision turned white, but she got herself under control after a brief moment of spasming out.
"Mom?! I heard a sound… Are you alright?!"
Kunou's scared voice tore at Yasaka's heart, and she wanted to go to Kunou's side. She even contemplated throwing fox-fire at Momon to pry him off, but realized that all her plans for getting into Momon's good graces for the sake of her people and Kunou's future would be effectively torpedoed the moment she struck at Momon.
"We- S-she's coming here, I can't let her… see us like this-" Yasaka got the words out between kisses that felt like they were rearranging her tonsils and making her tongue shiver from excitement and fear of getting found by Kunou mid-act.
"I have a solution." Momon whispered to her, and before Yasaka realized it, he had pulled out of her in a swift motion that caused her legs to quiver, and she had been pushed to a bathrobe-closet.
Just in time for the door to the bathroom to open.
"M-mommy? Are you here? Are you alright?" The voice of a young girl echoed a bit in the king-sized bathroom, causing Yasaka's heart to quiver… Before her body quivered as Momon had gone behind her and put the rod against her lower lips.
"No, not now, she'll… Ngh…" Yasaka half-thought half-whispered as the rod pushed itself slowly into her body from behind, causing her legs to quiver and her breasts to squish against the closet's doors.
"G-ghuh…" She slapped her hands on her mouth as the first proper thrust came and almost slammed her abdomen against the closet's door from the force of the motion, and from the bulge that the meat caused to her lower body. "S-she'll hear, S-stop- ngh…"
"You're into this, aren't you…" Momon whispered into her ear from behind. "...Imagine if Kunou found out her mother is a pervert…"
'N-no! That… Kunou… I've…' Yasaka felt her body clench up hard from the thought.
"I figured as much… You became so tight just now… Hm… Perhaps you are a pervert in reality, a lewd fox pretending to be a prim and proper leader… a lewd fox instead of a prim and proper mother…" The voice continued, which when combined with the situation, caused Yasaka's body to quiver.
'That! That cannot be… Ahn!' Yasaka tightened her hold on her mouth as she realized she almost let out a loud, a lewd moan from getting mounted from behind while her sensibilities were thrown into question. 'Momon's more dangerous than I thought… Ah… I can't believe it… He'd use Kunou… To turn me on… and that it'd turn me on this hard…'
Unfortunately the fact her hands were occupied by her mouth allowed Momon to reach from behind her and start stroking her stomach in a possessive motion and begin squeezing and milking her breasts, causing jets of milk to splash against the closet's door while her body felt like jelly from the pleasure that threatened to make her mind blank out.
"Mommy? Are you hiding? Are we playing hide-and-go-seek?" Kunou's shivering was clear from her voice, and it was clear to Yasaka that she was trying to hide her fear from her voice.
'I… I can't…'
"What… Is that milk?" A pair of footsteps came from just outside the closet and Yasaka realized that the breast-milk must have started to spill out from the gap under the closet, making Kunou suspicious.
The doors to the closet rumbled a bit and Yasaka latched desperately into the doors from her side, keeping it closed despite Kunou trying to open it.
"Ah, you f-found me!" Yasaka tried to make her voice sound normal and cheerful despite the hiccup from a full-force thrust slamming her breasts against the door and lifting her legs off the closet's floor for a brief moment. "Y-You waaaant… Wanted to play so I figured… hide and seeeexxx… seek would be soooo gooooooooooddddd… good for us…"
"M-mom? You're in there? Is everything alright? You sound… Weird…" Kunou's voice turned from frightened to a bit reassured if confused.
"Everything alright, I'm just a bit fucked- Tired! I'm a bit tired!" Yasaka realized that she was starting to let out obscene sounds and realized that Momon had actually planned to put Yasaka into a trap she was in- If she let go of the closet's doors to cover her mouth, Kunou could open them. And if she kept the closet doors closed, she'd have no physical way of keeping her moans in check.
"NGh!" Yasaka felt her vision going white for a moment as the combination of excitement, fear of being found out, and from the outright wild mounting from behind that caused her legs to shiver, her breasts to slam against he doors of the closet, and her vision turn cross-eyed from the force of her orgasm. 'I haven't cum… for years… And Momon… This is bad, I'll get addicted at this rate… I have to act fast or it'll be my decisive defeat…'
The thought of getting dominated, however, caused her instinct from the ancient times from when she was but a female fox to resurface, and caused her almost animalistic surge of pleasure that outright overwrote her senses.
And when that was combined with one more powerful thrust…
"NGUAAHHHH!" Yasaka's body spasmed upright and crashed against Momon, all the while her eyes rolled up and her body quivered like pudding as her abdomen was filled to the brim and then some with thick ropes of baby-cream.
The doors to the closet slammed open, causing Kunou to fall to her butt and she looked up in surprise and confusion… And the massive meat sprang out of Yasaka as she spasmed out in her double-tap orgasm, sending thick jets of cum to splash against Kunou's face and body as the meat pointed directly at her.
Yasaka realized that she must be a outright sloppy sight, with white stuff flowing from between her legs, mixing with rivers of her own nectar, and her face was likely stuck to a outright lewd expression all the while her breasts were flowing with milk and her body was spasming from the after-shocks of her orgasm.
Kunou was frozen still while staring at the state of her mother, clearly confused and trying to figure out what had happened while the thick white stuff was oozing down her face and to her lap. 'No… Kunou… Look away… I've become… Unfitting to be a mother… I'm sorry…'
"Aha… Ahahaha! I'm so glad! Daddy and mommy have made up! And then made out! And I'll get a sister! Or a brother! Can I name him or her? Ahahaha! This was the best hide-and-seek ever! I wuv you mommy, daddy!" Kunou's expression brightened suddenly, as if she put together pieces of a puzzle and got a picture out of it.
Yasaka tried to control her body to do something other than to let out a small moan and twitch as Kunou shot up and hugged her and Momon's waists, ignoring that she became covered in milk and Yasaka's love juices in the process.
"Ah… There, there…" Momon reached past Yasaka to pat the small kitsune in the head, causing her to purr adorably despite the fact she had a thick splatter of white stuff on her face.
'Um…' Yasaka felt her head spin a bit. '...I'll just… Eh… This… This happened? Is this my victory?'
"Listen, um, I'll get back to you two in a bit. Umu, Kunou-san-"
"Call me Kunou-chan! Daddy is super formal…"
"Yes, umu, Kunou-chan, can you look after mommy? I… I have some official stuff to take care of, and-"
"No! Daddy! Daddy can't leave or… Or I'll be sad, and mommy will cry!"
"U-umu, d-don't worry, I'll return and we'll see each other today. And there's no way I'd let my d-dear da-daughter cry… Can I ask you to look after mommy?" It seemed as if something was affecting Momon quite hard as his voice turned a bit thick at the end, and he reached to pat Kunou again.
The man was behind Yasaka, however, and she couldn't really control her body so she couldn't take a look at his expression. Kunou, however, could look past Yasaka and must have seen something as she nodded resolutely.
"You've got it! I'll take care of mommy until daddy comes back! Definitely! So daddy doesn't need to cry!"
"...Thanks, Kunou-chan." The voice was a bit thick again, making Yasaka wonder if…
Yasaka stumbled a bit and Kunou caught her as Momon disappeared into thin air. Or rather, Kunou fell alongside Yasaka, and managed to leverage her power as Kitsune to make the landing a bit softer.
"Don't cry, mommy! Daddy will come back! He swore, and even cried a bit, so it's a certainty!" Kunou hugged Yasaka and wiggled under the older kitsune's weight.
'He was crying?' Yasaka's eyes widened as she realized another avenue of attack- And hesitated hard as it'd involve using Kunou to directly affect Momon. 'Ah… Of course. If the Heavens factions said that Momon is Him, and if I read that book right… Ah… Yes, the child of His… The one murdered by humans in the some two thousand years ago… I suppose Kunou's words might have struck an old wound…'
While she hesitated using Kunou in such a way… She realized that it'd be a good test of Momon's capability as a father- Even though her belief on it had taken a severe hit due to his decision to keep up with the act even though there was a chance that Kunou could find them. But she realized that it'd be a bit hypocritical of her to push all the blame on Momon, as she hadn't really objected to the 'closet-action' either since she could have just slapped Momon and pushed him away in more forceful way than the half-hearted shove she had attempted. '...Ha… I tried to seduce him, and he defeated me so easily… but all it took to get to him was one word, spoken by a child… 'daddy'... Yet…'
She realized that if she used that word as a weapon against him… '...I'll truly be a despicable woman… But for the sake of my people… For Kunou's future… Then again, he used Kunou's presence to make me cum... I'll…'
While Yasaka was having an internal debate she didn't even notice as Kunou reached her tongue out to lick some of the white stuff stuck to the smaller kitsune's face, followed by blinking a bit before starting to scoop some of the white stuff with her fingers and putting it in her mouth as if it was yogurt.
However, she did notice when Kunou spoke out.
"Daddy's milk tastes weird"
"EEEEH?!"
"GHAAAH!" Momonga whacked his head against a hard-wood door alongside letting out an appropriate screech of despair and anger directed at himself.
The door cracked, and Momonga felt as his body's [Regeneration] recovered the damage that the whack had done upon the fleshy part of it, even though the blunt damage that it had inflicted on his 'skeletal' self wasn't repaired.
'I… I can't believe I did that… I lost control, I tried to just seduce Yasaka somehow, get her embarrassed so that I could use it as blackmail in order to not get blackmailed in turn, but…' Momonga knew that it was he who had decided to go for 'Peroroncino-class ero strategy' in order to recover from the mistake he had made mere minutes ago, that of accidentally teleporting to quarters that had been assigned to Shinto's envoys and specifically their leader instead of teleporting to empty quarters in order to have a shower. 'I… I actually splattered some of my stuff on that child's face… I'm… I'm the worst… Peroroncino- No, I can't blame him. He was faultless in this- This was my choice. My mistake, and something that only I can face.'
He had teleported back to his quarter's bathroom, applied [Perfect Unknowable] in there in order to keep anyone from noticing him, and then took a quick shower to clean off the 'stuff' while hoping that the duo sleeping in his bedchambers wouldn't wake up. Afterwards he teleported off to one of the lounges of the Phenix estate in Underworld, and cast [Detect Life] on his immediate vicinity in order to keep the scenario of teleporting to Yasaka's bathroom from repeating.
And also, to keep anyone from seeing him crying, as having Kunou refer to him as 'daddy' had brought to forefront just what he had lost- A chance at a family, of having children of his own.
'I should have just swallowed my embarrassment, gone to my own shower, and done my thing if Ravel and her mother followed… I'm a fool…' He closed his eyes and fixed the door that he had cracked with his head, using a quick [Create Item] to mimic devil's [Power of Imagination]. '...And that child… She thought I was her father, and I… What I did to her, even if by accident… What kind of father would I be… And when she referred to me as her father, I instinctively played along… Did Yasaka plan for that too? How much does she know?''
The part of him that was 'Overlord Momonga' poked at the part of him that was 'Suzuki Satoru' and reminded him that what was done was done, and outside teleporting back to Yasaka's quarters and using [Control Amnesia] to mind-wipe both of the 'witnesses' and then himself, there was no way for him to undo what was done.
'...Yasaka will expect an apology for that… And will probably place some sort of ultimatum or try to blackmail me, not to mention that I did get too carried away and splattered my stuff on her child when she was caught in the crossfire… That was my total loss.' Momonga sighed while rubbing his fleshy face with both hands in desperation. 'Well, it's not like I thought that the panic-plan was a good one, but I think I made things even worse…'
He slapped himself to get himself back on track, and he did his best to push the whole 'ambush at bathroom' thing past him before he'd be lost in his self-guilt and longing. 'I can't get bogged down by something like this… [Emotion Suppression] won't come back if I brood hard enough, at least I'm fairly sure that's not the case, so I should stop trying… I'll just have to face the music when it starts playing.'
Momonga realized that he was starting to slowly get a grip of managing his 'fleshy' emotions without [Emotion Suppression], likely because he had spent the past day in a state of turbo-stress which helped him get more used to being constantly on edge and get subjected to various emotional heights- Something that he didn't need to worry about when [Emotion Suppression] kept everything down to a simmer.
'...Haa…' Momonga walked out of the lounge and onto one of Phenix estate's many winding hallways, intending on just walking for a while in order to clear his head. 'I should probably experiment with something, or do something else to calm myself down… Get a hobby or something… This much stress can't be good for my mental health, even though I am undead at the core…'
"Master." An emotionless voice from somewhere nearby caused Momonga to almost jump out of his skin, but before he could attempt to do so he managed to catch himself and not make an ass of himself for the second time that morning.
'Ha! Take that, emotions…' Momonga resisted the urge to fist-pump in order to turn around in a regal way, celebrating that he had managed to keep his emotions in check by himself for once. Then he realized that he had actually turned away from the speaker, did another turn-around, and promptly felt embarrassed over his scatterbrained state.
"Greetings." He raised his eyebrow at one of the Cherubim Gatekeepers that he had summoned, or rather, created in Human World, and who had approached him from the front but whom he hadn't noticed as he had been deep in his thoughts. 'I doubt that I'm actually 'summoning' anything, since I don't think this world actually has anything that exists as a 'npc' that I just 'bring forth', i.e. a literal 'summoning'... Instead, it seems more like I create them from scratch. However… They are sentient, and 'alive'... But they don't consume 'experience' or 'life energy' to summon for the most part… So are they truly living beings? Where does the 'life energy' come from if they are alive? Or is my 'mana' just getting transformed into 'life energy', like Ddraig suggested?'
Making plans for experiments, even if the experiment's subject was fairly mundane and not something that he really needed to know for sure, cheered Momonga up a bit. Although he realized that he was staring as the 'maid' with a numeral 'One' on the side of her temple was starting to blush a bit.
Momonga wondered about the number on the side of the maid-disguised Cherubim Gatekeeper's temple for a brief moment before remembering that the Cherubim Gatekeepers had named themselves, or rather labeled themselves with numbers. '...It sort of feels like how the maids of Nazarik's ninth level were named… Only a few of them got actual 'names' and the rest were just numbers in latin because we didn't have time or energy to give individual names to every single one of the NPC homunculus maids…'
"Ahem. You said something, One?" Momonga kept his posture neutral, keenly aware that while his 'summons' were forbidden from revealing his secret, that wouldn't mean that they wouldn't overthink everything he did or said and potentially cause a disaster.
He swore he would not let that happen again, even if it cost him his credibility as their master or forced him to detail out every single little bit of his plans (or lack thereof) to them.
"I beg for your forgiveness, Master, but there is a situation regarding your orders to resurrect the dead from Kuoh." The maid curtsied slightly while her face returned to calm passivity, even though she had a slight blush on her face nonetheless. "There were some stragglers whose allegiances are unclear. We resurrected them, and two of them became outright hostile and disrespectful of Master, and were returned to soil. The others have been peaceful, but we are unsure if they are enemies in disguise so we would request that the Master decrees what we are to do with them?"
"Right… In that case take me to them and I'll figure it out myself. There's a chance that they are not enemies… Or… Hm. Could you come here for a moment?" Momonga sighed before he realized that he could test his earlier theory quite easily, which would give his mind some peace through conducting and closing experiments. 'If my 'summons' have 'life energy', and I can extract it, it proves for sure that my 'summons' are truly alive and not just seemingly sentient creatures that I made… I'd also clarify if Ddraig's theory of 'mana' being just 'different types of life energy' holds true.'
"I'd like to conduct a small experiment, and I need your help." Momonga lifted his finger to explain to the 'maid' who had stopped on her tracks after turning to lead Momonga off, and then turned around to face him with a small, and cute, pirouette thanks to her momentum. "Do you mind helping me?"
"Of course, master! Please order me!" 'One' nodded resolutely and was gripping the front of her maid dress. For some reason she still had a faint blush and her lower lip seemed to quiver just a bit before she stabilized herself.
And then she slapped herself a bit as she likely realized that Momonga had realized her blush and quivering. "I-I apologize for that disgraceful display, Master! I am ready to die by your ord-"
"No, nothing that drastic. Just stay still and tell me if you want me to stop." Momonga sighed and reached to stroke the 'maid's chin and jaw, causing her to freeze absolutely still and her blush to grow.
Momonga used the maid's freezing-up and his free hand to take away a small dagger the 'maid' had produced and had put against her chest as soon as she spoke about dying by his order. "I'm going to kiss you. Please tell me if you feel uncomfortable with the idea, or if it feels gross or unpleasant and I'll stop, and I'll consider the experiment to be over and we'll continue with your request. No fault will be placed on you if you refuse, and this is for academic purposes only."
"M-master- a-and me- a-a-a k-k-kiss- e-eh?" The white-haired 'maid's calm facade seemed to break a bit and she blushed to her eyebrows while steam seemed to come from the top of her head. She seemed to shake hard enough for her silhouette to vibrate for a while before she slapped her burning-red cheeks rapidly and stabilized herself by muttering under her breath. "C-calm down, c-calm down, One, you can do this… T-teacher p-p-prepared us for t-t-this… t-thank you, teacher, I didn't believe you were serious, but…"
'A 'Teacher', huh? Who might that be…' Momonga lifted his eyebrow but pushed the issue to the side for now. "Right, tell me when you're ready."
"I am ready, master!" The Cherubim Gatekeeper disguised as a tall, lithe white-haired maid closed her eyes and puckered her lips like a child would, all the while shaking from head to toe.
'Haa… Just a small kiss, in order to see if she can 'give' experience like Rias and others… I already figured that just a fleeting caress or brief touch won't give experience, it needs to be a bit more physical…' Momonga sighed internally as he leaned forwards, trying his best to consider himself a 'creator' and not 'father' as otherwise he'd be kissing his own 'daughter' of sorts.
He closed his eyes and gave the 'maid' a small peck on the lips, and felt the minutest, smallest amount of experience being added to his 'experience tally'. 'Well, that takes care of that. My 'summons' are sentient, living creatures… Not just 'mini-players' or 'NPC's, but people of their own. Haa… I was such a fool when I just considered them as mere pawns…'
He opened his eyes and looked forwards to see that 'One' was shaking and her face was red enough to resemble a boiled lobster.
"Are you alright?" Momonga pulled his hand away from the maid's face as he realized that he had propped her chin up a bit before leaning in for a kiss.
"I am in full health, Master!" The maid's voice was robotic and it looked like she was doing her best at remaining stoic and motionless, even though her eyes were unfocused and her face was bright red. "I am ready to continue at any time!"
"That was it. The experiment was conducted successfully and I received the answer I sought. Thank you for your help." Momonga nodded slightly, and the maid seemed to let out a small 'eh?' sound.
"T-that was it?" 'One' sounded absolutely confused, before she seemed to conclude something. "M-master! If I am unsuitable or not attractive enough or unskilled then I… I…!"
"No, nothing like that. Rest assured, you are my valuable subordinate and you have done well. I am proud." Momonga realized that unless he defused the situation immediately then there was a chance that the YGGDRASIL 'angel' would probably try to pull a 'Elder Lich 2: Lich Harder' and go rogue in a desperate attempt to undo a perceived mistake she had thought she had made.
"M-m-m-m-master…" 'One's eyes teared up instantly and she visibly resisted the urge to fall to her knees. "T-thank you, for valuing worthless maid like me so-"
"Do not consider yourself worthless. You are valuable to me." Momonga handwaved, although he realized that it might have been a mistake as the maid fell to her knees and put her temple against the floor.
"Master… Please… Our beloved master, please order us, until our worth is expended, until we can serve you no longer, so that we, the useless sisters, are truly useful for you!" The maid pleaded, and Momonga realized that the Cherubim Gatekeepers might have felt like they were without purpose.
'Hm, I did tell them to watch over the estate… Oh. Of course. The estate was destroyed, so they must think that their worth is expended and they failed me. And felt that they aren't useful or needed anymore. In other words, they are suffering from low self-confidence.' Momonga pat his palm with his fist lightly in realization. "I see. In that case: Your new orders are to serve as my personal maids and see to the matters of whatever abode I choose to inhabit at a time. Moreover, you are quite strong, so you should be able to serve as my vanguard-huh?"
The maid had hugged his leg, and was crying to his thigh while thanking him through a blocked nose.
"Ah, there, there… It's alright, you are sinless." Momonga reached to stroke her head before she could think that she had done something out of turn and would fall into despair, or do something equally insane. "You have your new duties. When you feel comfortable enough to get to them, then spread the word to your, umu, sisters and get started with those."
It took roughly a minute for the 'maid' to recompose herself and Momonga reached to wipe some of the tears and snot from her face with a handkerchief he made with [Create Item], and finally she turned to lead him off to the direction of the supposed 'resurrection situation'.
'I suppose that went well… I learned more about the nature of my 'summons', I reinforced their loyalty, and gave them something to do… Idle hands get to all sorts of things, and I really don't need more Elder Liches…' Momonga resisted the urge to sigh. 'Thinking of which, I need to contact the Overlord General and see what it is doing… I don't think it died in Kuoh, but I can't feel it's presence in the Underworld so it is likely in the Human World… I have to be much more proactive if I want to avoid this situation from repeating…'
He suddenly realized how exactly he had 'tested' his theory, and suddenly felt horrified that he had started to use 'Ero-World' methods as his de-facto approach to experiments.
Momonga was deep in his thoughts and thus ignored how the outwardly cold maid in front of him seemed to have a small skip in her steps and muttered something about 'I love master, master loves us, I love master…' on repeat.
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Rossweisse was fuming a bit.
Her stomach growled, and she felt thirsty.
"Momoooon-saaamaaa! A valiant knight is supposed to come and rescue the maaideen before she staaarrveeessss…" A pathetic, petulant whine left her lips, even though she had aimed it to be a stern reprimand.
She felt embarrassed, even though the addressed listener was nowhere to be found.
The last time she had eaten had been yesterday, and she felt incredibly hungry as if her stomach had been emptied of whatever food it had contained at some point during the outright baffling battle that had happened yesterday.
The torture-rack into which she had been tied up to was draining her power, and making her feel weak and even more hungry. Not to mention that the rack was digging into her back in a uncomfortable way and was making her feel sore, even though the rack's proper torturing functions were dormant, and it's more gruesome spikes were retracted.
She sighed as she heard hisses from the other valkyries in the torture-dungeon, who were outright paranoid or angry with Rossweisse for some reason, and even Brynhildr had refused to talk to her after she had woken up.
For some reason there seemed to be a group of three Fallen Angels in the dungeon as well, although they were just sitting on a wooden bench and shivering in fear, and there was a strict-looking maid behind them that Rossweisse faintly remembered having seen during her brief visit in Momon's estate during the Peace Conference.
She had tried to talk to the maid, but the maid had outright ignored Rossweisse's words.
"Ugh… This is unfairrrr…" Rossweisse groaned. "Momon-samaaaa! Heeeelp…"
She glanced at one more unconcious woman in the torture-room and wondered for a brief moment why Grayfia had been tied-up into a torture-rack like the others, and why her arms lolled around powerlessly in the chains as if her tendons had been cut.
Moreover the woman had a sizeable bruise in her head, as if someone had used something heavy to smack her in the head in order to have her unconcious while she was transferred to the torture-chamber.
Rossweisse had been asleep when Grayfia had been brought in, but she saw some water on the cobblestone floor which clued that the gray-haired maid must have been frozen in a similar water-cube prison as to one she had been before, when the Maous had attacked Momon for some reason during the Peace Conference and Grayfia had stood forward to strike at Momon.
'There must be some sort of misunderstanding… Grayfia-san was Sirzechs-sama's maid and wife, and I am, er, was Odin's bodyguard-valkyrie and now Momon-sama's personal envoy and erm… l-l-lover… Moreover, something happened in that Peace Council, and then Odin and the others came to the battle… and then Lord Loki captured me, knocked me out… And then I felt pain in my stomach, and woke up to see Lord Loki having stabbed me, and then I fell into some sort of meat grinder… ' Rossweisse felt phantom pain from getting her body ground to paste in a dark horror's flat teeth. 'And… Then there was that dark forest, and the fox-child… And then the tree ate me… And then, finally, I was… In that cramped flesh-like cave, with lord Momon…'
She felt something hot in her chest, and knew that it was a Devil Piece, a tool of transformation that Devils used to transform members of other races into Devils- Or in case of some powerful races like Werewolves, Dragons or Vampires, into pseudo-devils that retained parts of their old races after the transformation.
'Momon-sama made me part of his Peerage… In other words, claimed me as his… I'm kinda mad that he didn't ask me first, but also kinda glad… Is it like proposing for marriage in the devil culture or something? But…' Rossweisse wasn't sure what had happened, other than that Momon had somehow figured out that Rossweisse wasn't actually pregnant and had told her so. 'It doesn't make sense why he transformed me all of a sudden, and more importantly, without asking. He's so gentle and courteous that I'd have sworn he'd ask me beforehand, if he wished to make me part of his Peerage, and give me some time to think about it, so… Oh… Come to think of it, I heard that the Pieces had the capability to resurrect their targets, assuming that the Piece was used on a very recently dead…'
'But I was alive already so why… Oh…' She connected the dots. 'Momon-sama must have resurrected me somehow first, and checked for my supposed pregnancy somehow… But… If he didn't know that I wasn't pregnant for real, and really believed me when I accidentally told him that I was, because a noble knight like him probably wouldn't have suspected that I'd have lied about something like that…'
Rossweisse felt intense shame as she realized what had happened. 'And since I must have died since I found myself that forest, in front of that horror… It must have been an afterlife of some sort… In that case he'd have thought that our child was dead since he wouldn't have found it in my body, and he must have figured that he only managed to somehow resurrect me while our child remained dead… In that case, a Piece would have been his last resort in resurrecting our 'child'…'
Rossweisse felt a surge of anger directed at herself. 'I'm such a despicable woman… Of course he'd act that way, Normally he is a peaceful, gentle and calm person, so when learning that his 'child' would have died… He'd be completely out of it and couldn't think clearly. Ahhhh! I'm such a disgraceful fool…'
'The despair Momon-sama must be in… Because of a despicable lie I made to cover my back, just in the fleeting case if Lord Momon wasn't as generous and gentle as I had thought…' Rossweisse groaned aloud in despair, earning a reprimanding glare from the emotionless-looking maid behind the three Fallen. "I'm such an idiot… Momon-samaaaa! I'm sorry! I lied, I'm a despicable liar… I'm so sorry…"
"Ow…" A miserable whine came from the direction of Grayfia, and Rossweisse re-checked the woman's state visually. It looked like she was starting to stir, although her movements were sluggish and only partially controlled. "My hands… Ow… W-what? I can't… move my wrists…"
"Ah, Grayfia-san!" Rossweisse greeted the woman. "Are you awake? What happened? Your hands… It looks like your tendons are cut!"
"What?! Who- you." Grayfia spotted Rossweisse and her eyes turned to slits… And then widened, as if she had seen a ghost. "What are you doing here? Ah- He must have found you out."
"E-eh?" Rossweisse blinked. "He found me out? Who is 'he'?"
Grayfia's eyes narrowed even more as she realized that the two weren't alone in the room, and there were racks full of captured valkyries as well as three Fallen in the same room… And there was a maid with the number 'Two' on the side of her temple.
Rossweisse felt outright confused. "Ah- Grayfia-san, are you… um… feeling alright in the head? But since you're awake now… The Maous… Why did you attack Momon-sama out of the blue? During that peace conference"
"You didn't- Didn't Odin tell you about…" Grayfia seemed to be surprised, and then her expression hardened as she noticed that Rossweisse seemed to be perfectly alright bodily despite being tied to a torture-rack- Unlike Grayfia whose limbs were limp and powerless due to the incision-like cuts in her body. "Ah. I see. You were on Hastur's side all along. Odin must have told you, and you told Hastur in turn… It all makes sense now. You were the traitor. And now He put you here to get information out of me…"
Rossweisse's eyes widened. 'I heard of that creature, the King in Yellow… Sirzechs screamed something about that, I came across that name when I researched Trihexra as my thesis for graduating to be a Valkyrie… Why is she talking about that thing of all things? Doesn't she understand the risks?'
"Listen, Grayfia-san, it'd be best if you never spoke of that, or never mentioned that name. I don't know how you and Sirzechs-sama found that name, or that creature's existence, but you seriously don't know what you're dealing with if you're speaking it aloud…" Rossweisse felt a bit paranoid as the deepest shadows of the already-shadowy room seemed to darken, and from her fleeting knowledge of the Great Ones, such a change was not trivial.
"So you knew who he was…" Grayfia's eyes narrowed even more. "You were supposed to spy on Momon, but you were Hastur's pawn…"
"Wha- what are you talking about?" Rossweisse blurted out. "Also, that name, stop speaking it! That is a seriously bad idea!"
"You fool… Momon is Hastur, and-"
"Stop! Momon-sama is a graceful, powerful, and noble lord! Stop comparing him to one of those things, and stop invoking their names! Don't you realize- Oh." Rossweisse felt angry over Grayfia's insinuation before she realized what was happening. Moreover it looked like the white-haired maid with number 'Two' on the side of her temple looked a bit approving of Rossweisse for some reason. "Of course… Grayfia! You're trying to destroy the Underworld, and all worlds! You know what would happen if you managed to carelessly summon one of those here! You're a traitor! Did you somehow manipulate Sirzechs-sama too? Get him to carelessly invoke the name of the one who must not be named?! You'd know that careless fools speaking the name of that thing without knowing what they are talking about, is one of the ways of catching it's attention!"
Rossweisse paused her speech and paled a bit as one of the valkyries who had been tied to the racks coughed phlegm to the floor, and her face looked a bit sickly.
"Grh- W-what?!" Grayfia's face turned red from anger… Before a halberd's blade pressed against her throat, courtesy of the numbered white-haired maid.
"Behave." A quiet word from the maid with number 'Two' on the side of her temple was enough to silence Rossweisse and Grayfia, although the gray-haired maid pushed her throat defiantly against the halberd's blade.
Blood trickled a bit from the nick made by the halberd-blade, and the blade withdrew… Before Grayfia was sent back to the realm of the unconscious with a hard whack with the halberd's butt.
"Disgraceful." The white-haired maid sighed before returning to her silent vigil behind the three Fallen who looked like pudding in earthquake as they had seemingly recognized Grayfia and noted how easily the white-haired maid had rendered the gray-haired one unconscious- Even if Grayfia's strength had been drained by the torture-rack.
"What… There's no way that is true…" Rossweisse shook Grayfia's accusation like a duck would shed water from it's feathers. "Lord Momon is a kind, gentle and honorable lord, not a monster… G-Grayfia-san…. Don't tell me that Grayfia-san was behind all of it? No, I was there when Odin-sama and Sirzechs-sama were scheming something… Don't tell me, that jumble of papers and red lines was Odin-sama's plan to fight against Lord Momon but I didn't see it because it was such a jumbly mess?! Lord Odin… But Grayfia thought I was a spy for her side… Wait, when Lord Odin warded me against spying… Did he actually bug me to be a spy, but didn't tell me?! Am I an unknowing accomplice to a crime?!"
She blinked as her ponderings were severely derailed as someone thrust something in front of her face, and she realized that it was the odd 'Two'-maid offering a small skin of presumably water to her.
"Um… T-thank you? I was thirsty..." Rossweisse wasn't sure how she was supposed to drink when she was bound to a spread eagle on a torture-rack, but she appriciated the gesture after a day of not drinking or eating. 'Did she warm up to me when I praised Momon-sama?'
It seemed that the maid realized the problem as well as she blinked, opened the waterskin, and poured the foul-looking, rustic water into Rossweisse's mouth.
'Bitter… ew… Did she poison that, or was that just something she grabbed from somewhere?' Rossweisse struggled to not puke from the overly salty flavor of the 'drink', which was quite hard to do as her head was mostly occupied with the realized that she was a spy without knowing and criminal by association… Before she finally realized that the white-haired maid must know what she was doing and was distracting both Rossweisse and Grayfia intentionally in order to get them to stop talking about the Outer Beings.
The maid tilted her head, seemingly unaware of what Rossweisse was going through both mentally and physically. "I made homemade lemonade… Does it taste good? I want to offer it to Lord Momong-n… ahem, lord Momon."
Rossweisse realized that the maid must have used salt instead of sugar, and probably a lot of other 'questionable' ingredients. "E-eh… It's… certainly an interesting brew… Um…"
The maid tilted her head to the side in a puzzled and borderline cute way, and Rossweisse felt sweat trickle down her neck as she pondered what would be a right answer in the situation. "Um… I think, eh… W-what if you gave those girls a taste as well? More reviewers are better, right?"
She nodded at the Fallen who looked outright spooked, and 'Two' just stared at Rossweisse.
"They don't know Lord Momon's greatness, so they don't deserve limonade." The maid answered in a bland and uninterested way, causing Rossweisse's sweating to intensify while she practically felt her face bloat from the incredible amount of sodium and citric acid the drink had contained.
"Um… In that case… eh… It was… an experience… I probably wouldn't serve it to Lord Momon…" Rossweisse tried to go for a neutral special and answered in a roundabout way.
"I see…" The maid seemed depressed and stashed the skin away, somehow managing to look like a drenched kitten.
'Ugh… ' Rossweisse despaired as she had a fairly good idea on what Lord Momon would do if the maid offered him the 'lemonade', which was that he'd likely drink a bit and thank the maid in a courteous and warm way, all the while his face would turn sickly green. 'It'd be kinda fun to see… But… Erm… It'd be kinda unfair…'
A lock let out a clang-like sound, signaling to Rossweisse that the dungeon was about to have either visitors or more inhabitants.
She looked over and saw that the maid 'Two' had returned behind the three Fallen, and noted that another maid had entered the dungeon… And behind her was Lord Momon.
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Raynare was shaking all over.
'Isn't that one of the Underworld's top dogs? Grayface or something? Wait, no, I think it was Grayfia…' Raynare vaguely recalled that the gray-haired woman was the Queen of Sirzechs Lucifer, the strongest Queen in the Underworld.
The fact that the woman had been tied to an energy-draining rack to reduce her power to a small fraction of her 'true power', her tendons had been cut to limit her power due to her Devil Piece, and she had been reduced into such a powerless state made Raynare even more afraid of her own fate.
'Just what is happening? Did God-ng return and conquer the Underworld or something?' Raynare was shaking in her boots, and the fact that the Heaven's system reached out to punish even Fallen meant that either God had returned to tune his system, or the Heaven's 'representative' Michael had lapsed on his ever-vigilant control on the remnants of the system that he inherited, allowing the self-aware clockwork system to run amok and establish new parameters on it's own.
Raynare didn't know much about God's System, outside what Azazel had taught all Fallen in his drive to ensure that all Fallen knew at least basics on what they were opposing, but even that little bit was enough to make her feel nervous over what was going on.
Mittelt was shaking a bit as well, from genuine uncertainty and fear as well as to reinforce her 'mask' of a scared and helpless young goth girl, and Kalawarna was frozen still and it looked like the business lewd-looking Fallen had turned into an official-and-lewd looking statue from fear.
A white-haired woman tied to a torture-rack bickered for a while with Grayfia before the odd maid who had shadowed Raynare and her fellow Fallen had moved out and knocked Grayfia out cold, and then fed some sort of poison to the white-haired torture subject that made her face bloated like if she had been brutalized or forced to eat a gallon of salt.
Raynare would have normally taken great pleasure from seeing devils get tortured, but the fact that she might be next made it hard to enjoy the sight.
The door to the dungeon opened and Raynare noticed that the angel who had initially led the Fallen to the dungeon, a maid with number 'One' on the side of her temple, stepped in.
For some reason she had a raging blush on her otherwise emotionless face, and her steps were somewhat light.
Then Raynare spotted Issei behind the maid, and her fear turned to betrayed anger.
"You…" Raynare hissed as Issei seemed to look around and spotted the white-haired woman who had been tied to a rack.
Issei closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, almost as if he was trying to calm himself, looked around, reached out… And patted Mittlet's head for some reason.
"You- What are you doing, you worthless dreg?!" Mittlet's afraid facade broke instantly from the overly familiar act that the pervert performed, allowing the girl's vicious nature to break to the surface. "Get your hands off me, pervert! Go and die in a ditch, idiot! Yo- ghu?"
Mittlet's eyes widened and she looked down to see that 'Two' had stabbed her halberd through the blonde girl's body, and the weapon's large axe-like blade poked out of her chest.
The small girl flopped down from the bench and collapsed into a pile like a broken marionette with it's strings cut.
"Ah… Ahem, that was…" It looked like Issei was as surprised by the sudden execution as Raynare who had caught her tongue mid-barb as she had opened her mouth to insult Issei for his failure to save her, back when she had tried to seduce him and that way dodge getting executed by Rias Gremory.
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Momonga felt a bit surprised by 'Two's sudden execution of the random frilly gothic-dressed blonde girl. 'I tried to pet her in order to calm myself after seeing Rossweisse… Petting cute things seems to calm me down a bit, so… Well, it was expected that she'd object if a random person reached to touch her, but… Haa… The Cherubim Gatekeepers are seriously too strict!'
"Listen, it's alright. I forgive her, so can you resurrect her, please?" Momonga sighed at 'Two' whose face paled. "It's alright. I get why you struck her down, and I'm not mad. But could you hold back your rage for now, and resurrect her again? I'd like to ask some things from her… Also, please don't execute people out of the blue like that!"
The fair-skinned black-haired Fallen Angel in some sort of bdsm-suit looked at Momonga and her face was a mixture of abject confusion, anger, and fear, while the businesswoman-looking woman next to her was frozen still for some reason.
"Lord Momon!" A mumbly voice called for him and Momonga froze still in an attempt to stop himself from swinging around in anger and executing Rossweisse with a [Reality Slash].
He closed his eyes, failed to keep his anger entirely in check, and reached to pat the black-haired woman.
She looked like she'd object and let out some sort of vicious verbal barb, but bit her tongue with enough force to draw blood as she glanced at the mangled body of her fellow blonde Fallen Angel.
"Lord Momon! I apologize! I kept some things from you… I'm sorry, I lied, I wasn't actually pregnant, I… I got some things wrong, and, um… I actually thought I was pregnant at the start but then I took a test and it turned out I wasn't, but I tried to keep it a secret because I thought you'd abandon me and… um… A-are you listening, Lord Momon? Momon-kakka?"
'Haa… Non-consensual head-pats…. I've become a monster, and now a molester as well…' Momonga despaired as he kept up the headpatting and blocked out the mumbly voice of the white-haired girl behind him, even as she tried to call out for him and apologize. 'Ha… So Rossweisse knows what she has done, and now tries to manipulate me into releasing her… A fat chance, after her betrayal…'
The black-haired girl looked at Momonga as if she couldn't really piece together what was happening, until she closed her eyes and her face relaxed almost as if she had figured out something.
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Raynare was fairly sure that she had pieced together what was going on as 'Two' waved her hand and Mittelt rose from the floor, patting her flat chest and in a state of confused panic. 'The maids are obeying Issei's orders, which means that Issei has become some sort of celebrity or a big shot… I mistook his [Boosted Gear] to be [Twice Critical], and it looks like he has managed to use that [Boosted Gear] to make a name for himself…'
She glanced at the hand that was petting her head, and she did her best to keep the waves of revulsion from showing on her features. 'His perv-ways haven't changed, and this time he doesn't have that bitch, Rias, to keep his head straight… Kukuku… In other words…'
"Issei-san? Don't tell me you forgot about me?" Raynare did her best to sound innocent while adopting her 'Yuuma' personality that she had used to ensnare Issei and kill him, back before he had been turned into a Devil by Rias Gremory. "I… I was so afraid, and you betrayed me… But I'm willing to give us another shot, if you want us to be together again. Just you and me…. You can call me Yuuma…"
"Ah, Yuuma-san. I apologize for that." Issei pulled his hand from Raynare's head as if he had just realized what he was doing.
"Don't worry. You can keep patting my head, I like it." Raynare purred while lying through her teeth, and scrunched her eyebrows internally. 'Wait, did Issei grow bigger? I swear he was roughly as tall as I was… He was always a ugly but did he turn into an ogre as well at some point?'
"I see. But that is enough for now. My, umu, angels found your bodies in Kuoh. Could you explain how you got there?" Issei seemed to recompose himself and ignored the wailing of the white-haired girl who had bickered with Grayfia for a while. "You seemed to have known Issei, and were close to him…. I understand if you wish to have a moment for yourself, but I must break some hard news for you three. Issei is dead."
"Ah." Raynare's face twisted into a lopsided grin-groan-fear as she mentally rebooted her earlier plan of trying to seduce Issei. She ignored how the room seemed a bit brighter and less imposing after the announcement, as if her mood had gone up after learning of Issei's supposed death- Even though the boy in question was right in front of her. "Eh. Ahe?"
"I- We didn't like that idiot anyway!" Mittelt seemed to adjust in blur, although Raynare wanted to kick the smaller girl as she essentially threw away a chance to squeeze sympathy from 'Issei' in front of them.
Surprisingly enough the executioner-maid didn't react, which clued Raynare to the possibility that the person in front of her and 'Issei' were actually different people. 'Don't tell me that Issei had a tall identical twin or something?'
"In truth I was known as Issei until recently. There was a… Incident during a Rating Game and as a consequence I took the name of Momon, and was adopted to noble family of Phenix of devils." 'Issei' explained, and Raynare's urge to kick Mittelt only increased. "I developed amnesia during the match, so I apologize if I don't remember any of you. That being said…"
'So he's not named Issei, but he's still 'Issei'... Mittelt you absolute whore, you just had to open you dumb slut face…' Raynare kept smiling at 'not-Issei' while reaching to pinch Mittelt's flank as the girl climbed back to the wooden bench.
"Ow! Why did you- Ah, nevermind, Issei-sama. Please disregard my previous words, I was feeling… tumultuous over the news." The blonde gothic-looking girl seemed to get a hint and bowed her head in a subservient manner, even if Raynare could tell that she was seething internally.
"So you're not Issei-kun, but you are still the 'Issei' that I fell in love with." Raynare purred while making her voice appear like that of a teenager madly in love. "I'm so gla-"
"I'm afraid but I must reinforce my earlier words, even if I fear that I sound blunt- I do not remember you. Moreover, I am married." 'Issei' looked somewhat annoyed, making Raynare mentally backtrack her approach. "Regardless, if you were Issei's friends then I feel like this is not a good place to converse- After all, this place is reserved for traitors and enemies. 'Two'?"
Raynare practically felt the situation slipping from her hands and latched onto 'Issei's hands.
"Issei! My love… No, Momon! How could you be this cold?! Can't you remember the dates we went on? It was so romantic, and you tried your best, and I fell in love with you…" Raynare rubbed her breasts against Issei's flank as he had turned to address one of the creepy maids.
"We'll talk later. For now, there are some things I'm about to do that I'd prefer that you didn't see. Interrogation, in other words." 'Issei' reached to put his finger under Raynare's chin and lifted her face towards him. "Two, please lead them to my Peerage's quarters and serve them something to eat and drink. I imagine that my Peerage knows about these three and can fill them in."
Raynare did her best to not slap the hand away in disgust and managed to do just so, although she couldn't avoid shivering in disgust. 'So Issei has gathered a Peerage? I'm guessing that it's full of bimbos or whatever… Also, since he was in Rias Gremory's Peerage I'm guessing that he has managed to earn a rank among devils and broke off to make his own Peerage… In other words, I should be clear of Rias Gremory's wrath for now…'
"I see… But please, come and see us soon! We have so much to catch up on…" Raynare reached closer to Issei and breathed the words to his ear in a seductive, heated purr. 'That should put some movement into his pants… There's no way I can escape if those monster-angel-maids are prowling about, so I'll have to go through Issei… Besides, I don't even have to let him touch me, I can just pretend interest and then drop him as soon as I can manipulate him into getting me into the Human World…'
Kalawarna let out a small 'eh' sound as the maid with number two on the side of her head urged her to get up alongside Mittelt, and then motioned with the halberd to follow her.
'Hm, and if the worst comes to it, I can just toss Kalawarna to Issei… That arrogant bitch has tits for days and Issei was a perv for boobs… That way I don't need to let him touch me if the worst comes to it…' Raynare realized another facet she could use to manipulate Issei tighter around her fingers. "Please, my love… Come see us soon… Promise me?"
"Sure." Issei seemed to sigh in frustration, making Raynare a bit worried before 'Two' reached to grab her shoulder and guide her off.
Raynare pretended to smile in a content, happy way as she was dragged off. 'I should be able to use this… Kukuku… And if I play my cards right, I'll manage to kill Issei on my way out and snatch [Boosted Gear] for myself since [Twilight healing] was denied to me… Kukuku… Azazel-sama will surely praise me…'
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Momonga sighed in frustration as more of 'Issei's sins were tossed onto his shoulders. He felt a bit annoyed at Rias as well. 'Rias should have told me that Issei had a girlfriend… Or girlfriends, plural… Then again, he dreamed of having a harem as far as I know so it shouldn't come as a surprise that he had a good start… I'm not sure if he knew that his girlfriends were Fallen Angels though… Moreover, I think that blonde girl was what you'd call 'tsundere'... I hope she didn't become too afraid after 'Two' overreacted and killed her… I'll have to send that girl a gift basket or something to apologize…'
'Not to mention that I need to find some time to break out a paper and pen and start min-maxing the levels I got, I can't afford to just casually assign them on the fly… Or take a look at my character sheet, since Ddraig is still sleeping so I don't have to worry about him getting suspicious…' He shook his head as he heard a disapproving whine from behind him and turned to give Rossweisse a glare.
The woman whose face looked bloated as if she had been hit repeatedly let out a whine.
"And you lot…" Momonga's voice became a venomous hiss as he addressed Rossweisse, causing the woman to freeze up while the row of captured valkyries in the room turned into quivering wrecks for some reason. "You have a lot to answer for, Rossweisse."
"I'm so sorry, Lord Momon… I lied to you… I'm sorry…" Rossweisse let out a pathetic whine. "I wasn't actually pregnant… I just panicked and said all sorts of things… I thought you'd abandon me…"
"Lies on top of lies."
"I'm not lying! Er… this time…" Rossweisse seemed to wilt.
Momonga closed to the white-haired girl and began circling around her torture-rack. "Did you think that your allegiances would remain secret? You betrayed me and took my chi-"
"Lord Momon! Please! Lord Odin made me his spy without me realizing it!"
"You were a spy without realizing, yet you realized that you were a spy and decided to keep that to yourself?" Momonga wasn't convinced by the panicked lie. "Enough. Your lies end here. Odin is dead. Tree of Yggdrasil is dead, and it's core was formed into a spear. The item itself told me as much when I claimed the heart of your world as my weapon from Odin's dead hands. Your worth to your true master is spent, and your life ends here."
He had learned of the tree of life's fate through doing [All Appraisal Magic Item] on the [Spear of Yggdrasil] that he had in his inventory- That Odin had combined the essence of Gungnir, his own spear, and the power of tree of Yggdrasil to create a world-class item of sorts- Something that exceeded the power of YGGDRASIL's world-class items by a huge metric, and could potentially even rival Boosted Gear- Assuming that Momonga could wield it.
His mouth was speaking words that the 'Overlord' part of Momonga would have not spoken, as it was useless to intimidate someone who was about to die, but Suzuki Satoru was feeling vengeful and seeing Rossweisse's despair was only just to him.
"L-lord Momon… But… That can't be… But…" Rossweisse looked like her entire life had been torn from her. "I… My home… That…"
Momonga would have brought out [Spear of Yggdrasil] if it wasn't for his self-control managing to get a grip on the amount of anger that was about to overwhelm his rational self.
He closed his eyes and breathed deep. "Rossweisse. Thanks to you I've experienced such anger, despair, and rage that I've learned to control even the strongest swings of negative emotions. For that I thank you. Now, it is time for you to bare your soul to me- [Control Amnesia]."
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Rossweisse's eyes opened wide even as tears of loss flowed down her face. 'Lord Momon, but… But my people, my home… I knew Odin-sama was a pervert, but for him to do something as despicable as using up Yggdrasil's energies to make himself a weapon... I'm sure lord Momon had no choice but to kill Odin-sama... He wasn't joking when he said he could protect me from Odin if he needed, back when I first met him...'
'No, I can't run away from my mistakes… I should have figured… There's no way that a lying, cluzy, despicable valkyrie like me would be able to be with someone like Lord Momon…' The realization that she couldn't just talk her way out of her situation dawned on her, and…
She remembered the time she spent with Lord Momon, sitting before a tree in a warm summery grassy hill, kissing gently and petting a cute white-haired child between them… And she accepted her just punishment. 'The time I spent with Lord Momon… Even if it was brief, it was such a bright, warm time in my life… And I threw it away with my lies, and by walking with my eyes closed… It was too good to be true… I should have figured out that Odin spied on Lord Momon through me… '
Momon's words, a spiteful declaration of his anger, only reinforced Rossweisse's guilt and determination to bear the weight of her crimes as her neglectful actions had driven even a gentle and calm lord like Momon into anger.
The man's hand reached to touch her head, and Rossweisse's thoughts turned inside out.
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Grayfia's eyes opened just in time to see 'Momon', or Hastur, declare his hatred to Rossweisse whose face looked like someone had beaten her senseless… And saw as he touched the crying, beaten woman's head, and sensed the power that surged into Rossweisse through the touch.
And Grayfia felt fear.
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