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Capítulo 877: Meeting Samyaza

Well into the night, I sat on the balcony near the window frame that showed a clear view of Iliya. Even from here, I could feel Lilith's intent and another. It was subtle, but it felt familiar. It wasn't especially powerful, but I could feel its call, almost like how a—

My ears twitched as I turned towards the door below and sighed, "What kind of Assassin goes through the front door? But I guess there will be some better sustenance than those seven bitches I ate. They were good but just a little too bland for my taste. Maybe it was the seasoning I used.

Sensing the intent to kill, alongside the seven assassins all trying to enter the home Valice gave me, I Shadowed Stepped to the lone Assassin that slowly opened my door and pointed towards him. Ignorant that I had landed right behind him under the cloak of night, I tapped his head as the sigil in my eyes hummed to live.

Genesis.

Exploding into a pile of mush as every wound he ever had through his life opened up in an instant, blood splattered over the ground. Still, by the time it had fallen to the ground, my fingers had already touched upon yet another assassin trying to break through a window.

Painting my windows red, I did not bother to step into my house as I could sense multiple intents already inside.

Leaping down from the window into the wide open area, I stood still and waited. I wasn't going to destroy my house or dirty it with the scent of blood. Standing still, it hadn't taken long for the five remaining assassins to find me, alongside the remains of the dead assassins.

I could feel anger in their hearts as they glared with fire in their eyes that bled a dark, sinister light; I indifferently bore down with a cold intent sucking the life from the air.

I couldn't be too sure who was watching me, as this was not my land, and despite my master of intent, I was sure others were better than me. I need to hold back until I'm at one hundred percent.

Summoning a sword from the darkness, a bolt of scarlet lightning skimmed over its edge as an intent capable of cutting down Dukes of Hell rippled out. The void of the abyss began to bleed a deep light as I readied myself.

Assassin one dashed at me at a blinding speed, but by the time I arrived, the Dao of illusions had come into effect; my physical body appeared behind Assassin three as my sword arm danced like a deadly reaper.

Blood splashed over my face as I severed his two hands and legs before severing his head. When suddenly, I arched my sword high as Assassin two appeared from above, cleaving his blade down with earth power.

"Sword Breaker!"

The hairs on my neck stood on end, but I didn't move, not yet anyway, as the Assassin four flanked me. My left arm rose in advance as a magical shield appeared, blocking his sword from meeting my neck, creating a massive tremor throughout the earth.

The Black Villa instantly came alive.

Eying the second Assassin use an Arte, I narrowed my eyes and allowed the blade to cut right through me. Trusting my ability to use the darkness, I felt like I was standing on eggshells when I had a tingling sensation of a sword cutting from my shoulder to my groan appear.

However, to everyone's surprise, a dark mist appeared from my 'wound' as I chuckled. To be one with the darkness is to be intangible.

Monarch's abilities are stupidly strong.

Taking advantage of Assassin two being star-struck, my blade took his head, just in time for the first Assassin to reach me, but with a shadow step, under the Dao of Illusion, I left behind a clone and pointed my finger towards Assassin one and four.

"Heavenly Bind," I uttered, chanting an angelic spell fueled by the Path of Abyssal Night.

Suddenly a pentagram appeared beneath the two assassins' feet, followed by seven ethereal swords piercing down into each point of the Pentagram; a magical field appeared, stopping them from moving.

The truly terrifying thing about the angels is their ability to affect everything. Unless you can overpower an angel's Circle, there is no defending.

All of their spells can affect everyone and everything. As the guardians of Creation, it's their right.

Frozen in position, one in the air, the other with his sword still trying to pierce through my shield spell, I smiled and walked closer, noticing they didn't even know they had been frozen in time. I grew surprised.

Heavenly Bind also froze their minds. It was a powerful ritual on the same level as Lilith's Genisis spell.

"You know, heavenly spells?" A voice that made my skin crawl said as I turned to look at the Watcher of all Angels, the Creator of the Grigori, Samyaza.

"What are you doing here?" I inquired, walking into the heavenly Bind, severing the heads of the two assassins.

"You've become quite the warlock. Although, if you like, I could show you the fallen spells shunned by the Heavens." he offered with a smile.

"Thanks, but Mephisto is teaching me," I said, concluding this conversation.

"You Snow's are so cold," Samyaza remarked, shaking his head, "But despite my fall from graze, I am still the watcher, and you Arsene do not have the justifications to use an angelic spell."

I chuckled, summoning a cloth, and cleaned the blood off my sword; I smirked, " And? Just tell me what you want, Samyaza. I'd rather not get involved in dealing with the man who Belphegor hates."

The Fallen expression grew solemn, " So you know about that, huh. Well, Bel is a bit of a drama queen."

"You killed him."

"He would have come back," Jusfited Samyaza.

"I have no words. What do you want?"

The Head of the Grigori crossed his arm over his chest and studied me with his golden scarlet eyes, " I've got a mission for you."

"I don't work for you,"

"You do when it benefits you. The time when the Gate of Iluthath opening is coming, and there is a particular item Zariel sealed away in Oblivian I wish for."

"And the Key is in Lilith's hands, right?"


Capítulo 878: Devils of Ezra

Many things were racing through my mind as I stared at Samyaza staring back at me with a peculiar smile, "why not go to Lilith, not to talk down to myself? I figured her word has more weight to them than me."

"That may very well be true, but Arsene, a new age is coming. And the powers of an Avatar are far weaker than what you might expect. Lilith's potential might be unlimited, but her power, or her destructive might, will never reach you, nor will it match a peak angel. That is why Hell-Sama And Tenebrae are so weak in their physical Avatar. Shit, even Zariel manage to strong-arm Tene."

Tene? Well, that's one way of saying Tenebrae. I guess she is on good terms with the fallen. Wait! Hell-Sama? Really! I feel like I'm in some anime!

My eyes narrowed, and my arms grew crossed as I began to sense multiple individuals drawing closer.

"I'll give you two options if you successfully hand over what I ask: An Alliance on Arcadia or Seraphim Tier Spells that Mephisto never learned. My brother may dabble in every form of knowledge, but he failed as an angel."

"Failed?"

I could not believe that. Mephisto is a lord of illusion.

If he wished, Mephisto could be anything he wanted, or so he said. His understanding of illusion was so intricate that he had managed to enforce them on his psyche. It was insane how much potential Mephisto has that most people don't even realize.

It's not whether he learns these seraphim spells but why he didn't.

"I'll think about it,"

Samyaza smiled and looked over the horizon, "Seraphic spells are rare; if you keep using them, you may end up exposing yourself."

Teleporting away in a wisp of emerald light, the invisible weight on my heart vanished as I took a large breath of air.

"Mr. Blackwater!" Said a few guards as they charged towards me, studying the five bodies around me; I pointed towards the entrance, "Put their heads on spikes."

Tellian, the head guardsman's expression was a little pale as he removed the hoods of the assassins one by one, turning to me with a gashly expression.

"Do you know who they are?"

"I don't think it matters to the spike," I replied, not really caring who these people belong to. They're dead; who the hell cares. "Although if I were a guessing man, I'd say the second consort."

"Then you'll be right,"

"Wow, she's a dumb bitch. At least use some people others won't recognize. Whatever, put their heads on spikes, and spread the word the Second Consort attacked ILLB."

"Mr. Blackwater, that—"

"Is the correct thing to do," I finished, shadow stepping back to my home, turning in for the night.

Listening to the howls from the stadium tremble on the ground beneath my feet, I turned to Ezra as she lay on her bed with a moody expression. Curl up like a burrito with only her head showing; she wiggled in my direction with a pout.

"Is it that time again?"

"And here I thought you'll be looking forward to my treatments."

Cheeks reddening, Ezra lowered her misty eyes and shook her head, " I'm not."

"I'm a god who's mastering the Mortal Dao of Sin. I know your feelings better than you do, not to mention your devil's heart." I said, walking up to the burrito and finding a seat on the bed. "You do this every time, can't you just—"

"It makes me feel funny," She defended with a snap lifting her head to me.

I can't deny seeing Ezra like this is cute. She's usually all put together and cold. Although when I first met her, she was a temptress. I swore she was going to rape me back then.

Slowly peeling the comforter away, revealing Ezra in a tank top pressed tightly over her chest, leaving a gap around her abdomen and a black treaded panty, I could feel her blush.

She wasn't like this when she started. She was especially cold due to the close intimacy, but as the years passed and the treatments continued, her attitude began to slowly change.

Ezra's lips trembled, and her gaze seemed almost weak as I slid my fingers from the nape of her neck, down the center of her chest, to her stomach, and finally navel.

"We do this twice a week," I informed, and she nodded.

Sweat seemed to slip down her neck, soaking the tank top as she looked up at me, seemingly defenseless, just waiting. Her breath was loose and rushed. At the same time, her heart was hammering against her chest. At the same time, her skin felt like it was made of fire.

"Stop teasing me,"

"Well, last time, you uncovered a few suppressed memories of mommy and daddy shagging up right in front of you."

"Y-Y-You're taking that out of context," She stammered as she stood covered in sweat as my intent mixed with the dao of Devil's Heart began to trace over her devilish body.

"We've been through a lot these past hundred years, Ezra. Each day for the past two days a week for a hundred years, we would go through this entire ordeal of mending your devil's heart. I see everything you remember and feel; there is no need to feel embarrassed."

"My thoughts are mine alone; I don't like you in there," She said, and I couldn't help but smile for real, which was rare, as I hadn't felt genuine emotions for a while. I felt something only when I felt Ezra's passionate thoughts.

Her cheeks were turning even brighter as she bit her lips.

I feel like a psychiatrist. I must say I am respecting Hannibal more and more. To have such an intimate relationship with those he eats makes a world of difference. Should I eat Ezra?

My fingers traced up from the navel in a slow tantalizing way as Ezra just steered with a feeling I couldn't grasp. A weakness of mine in this state as I lack some understanding of the emotional responses.

Her breath quickened as my finger derailed off course near her breast, trapped by her tank-top. She squirmed but didn't say a word; even as my fingers circled the tip of her most sensitive area, she merely trembled, trying not to make a sound.

Battling with herself, to my amusement, Ezra muffled cries seemed to be the only sound in the room as I teased her sensual form.

"Shall we begin the exorcism?"


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Lord_Damocles Lord_Damocles

Ok, I guffed today. Sorry about this. I'm just busy this week. I'll release two Chapters of Order of Chaos tomorrow.

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