A bit ambitious regarding my new power, I stood outside my manner, closing my eyes and allowing the darkness to be my eyes. Peering past the invisible veil surrounding this city, my gaze landed upon a young flower sitting in a restaurant.
Her brow was slightly creased as if a heavyweight weighed on her shoulder. Beneath her eyes held two light bags, while her eyes themselves had a bit of a scarlet hue.
I would be a fool not to see; Larisa was a bit troubled. As for what it was a safe bet to say, it was regarding the man who left her. My dear bother, I plan on helping.
"I am such a good person." Nodding at my greatness, a wisp of misty darkness wrapped around me as I willed myself to move through the shadows of Casia.
Moving a bit like teleportation but not so much due to my understanding reaching a level where the laws of this realm could not handle, I appeared almost instantly in another restaurant just across from Larisa.
Licking my lips at the impossible factors I held, now that my Qi or, I guess, divinity was not bottlenecking my Dao anymore. A whole new world of possibilities was open to me.
Glancing up at the cafe Larisa resided at, I peered into her heart and drew closer in a stealthy manner.
Moving like the winds and soundless the darkness, my footsteps approached with none the wiser and took a seat as she stared off into space with an iced coffee in her hand.
I did not think Ice coffee would be a thing here. How many resources does Alos receive from the other planets?
Pushing such thoughts away, I knocked upon the center of the table, revealing a bitter smile as she turned startled. Letting my eyes wet just a bit, I used a bit of divinity to create some Azalea flowers, her favorites.
"Will you forgive me," I asked in a bit of begging light.
Starstruck, Larisa's heart grew jumbled. Fear, relief, love, hate, and many more feelings were all there as she stared.
Pulling out of my chair, I fell to one knee like one would to marry another and presented the flowers with a more knightly air.
"I'm a bastard. Can you ever find it within you to forgive me?"
Tearing up at my words, that would win a fucking grammy. I sneered inwardly. 'Foolish woman, before I, your father's greatness, all shall be fooled.'
Fall into my genjutsu!
leaping into the wolf's arms, the little bunny ignorant of her doom cried." Where have you been, you dummy! you had me so worried."
Bleeding tears in response, my arms wrapped around her. Invading her heart deeper, a faint whisper of a devil entered her heart. It was a bit subtle and almost invisible to even her but was not there to affect her consciousness but her subconscious.
"I left to grow more powerful to defeat that monster," I replied, a bit unsure what really happened, but this was a plausible explanation. Her heart could not tell me everything. "And with the help of my master, I did so in the end, despite the trial."
Drenching my robes, she peeped up at me with wet eyes, filled with longing. "Don't leave me, ok."
Trying my hardest not to roll my eyes, I could only match her teary eyes and nod. Cracking a smile at the lightness in her eyes, our lips touched as I passed on a bit of my essence into her thought.
Even if I was no longer a devil or demon, I held all their features and much, much more. Devils and demons were monsters at manipulation and torture. Preserving features I never really cared to use as I had never thought I would be honey potting my brother's girl.
Turning her cheeks red hot. Larisa's heart shuttered, and her legs fell a bit powerless before my silver gaze. Keeping my gaze locked with her, the seed of lust I planted within her heart began to grow.
However, I would not be a gentleman if we made out heavily in public, like animals. Lifting Larisa off her feet, my fingers passed through her hair as she stared enchanted by my magnificence.
The devil's ability was not truly an ability, more of a passive trait I never really used, as I was mostly with Lilith. However, a single taste of my saliva or blood, or pretty much any body part, acted like a siren's call.
It would not cause lust but rather an infatuation. Lilith herself was an anomaly, so she was immune, but Larisa, who was only a bit defenseless mentally, was all for the taking... Man, that sounds all kinds of wrong.
Seriously am I in the wrong? This feels wrong. Naw, this is karma. I save Richters life, and then he threatens my unborn child and my wife. He needs to pay.
"Richter?"
Hearing a familiar voice, a chill ran down my spine as sweat immediately ran down my brow. Swiftly turning my head, Lilith stood with all the chosen and some extra, staring at me.
"Y-Y-Yura." I stuttered to say, playing my part, 'Where is he!"
Glancing down at the bag in her hands, I looked up at her half narrowed eyes, "Oh, seems like your back. Although Sene just left. It's a shame, really. I just bought some Lingerie. Ezra even helped me pick it out. I am sure he would have loved it."
Dropping my jaw, my soldier tried to rise to attention. Struggling not to break character, I gritted my teeth.
"We even got candles, I hear they do so much more than normal candles, but I take it, you are not into having your lover experience the flames of fire against their skin. Listening to their blissful moans, their pleading begs." She weakly muttered, licking her soft sensual lips.
She fucking knew who I was!
"Damn!" Sidgried blurted out, "The hell."
"Arsene has turned you! What happens to that pure, innocent woman!" I uttered with a righteous cry!
"You're nothing more than a slave, Yura. can't you see that?" Said Larisa, holding onto my sleeve. But her bashful face told a bit of a different tale.
Sorry, brother, but dicking your wife is going to have to wait. My wife comes first. But I promise. I will have your wife begging your name. She is already entranced. So having her wait will only benefit me.
Shrugging her shoulders, Lilith turned to the stranger, with azure hair and silver eyes. He was young, really young based upon his aura but weak. Taking a whiff of the air, I narrowed my eyes at the slight familiarity in blood with Tang Feng.
Man. This is going to be a fun night... No, it's going to be a fun week, if not a month. The blood smears can wait.
So wrath, pride, sloth, and lust have all appeared and will continue to grow in Arsene. There is really no fixing this. The Sins will continue to grow the longer he lives.
Other sins will appear more often as well. So stealing, killing out of jealousy, stealing another woman, etc., will be a new thing for Sene.
It's a brand new world for him... quite literally.
"What do you mean you have to go?" Larisa howled, drawing a bit of distance from me. It was pretty shameless, and damn did I feel shameless after just promising never to leave. But Lilith's booty is to die for.
"I'm still in transition," I explained, trying my hardest to come up with some bullshit. "It's just a night or two. I was able to upgrade my blood. So Master has me come in every few days or so."
"And what about Nira? Where is she? Why isn't she with you?" She blatantly asked with a bit of suspicion.
God damn, how would Richter act in this situation? Would he be the clueless hero? Hmmm, let's try that.
"What does she have to do with this? She is with Master, of course. What else could it be?" I explained as she stared dead into my eyes, trying to find deceit.
Backstepping away, with a bit of impatientness, I shot her a wink. "I will definitely return. Wait for me, my dear." I said, flicking away from sight. Weaving through streets, dark alleys, and homes, a pure misty darkness wrapped over me as I teleported back to my manner.
I frowned, noticing that everyone was here, except Lilith and that strange boy I saw. Yet just as I began to use the connection we shared, my eyes flashed with that of another within my kingdom of Midgard.
"You there. I want him screaming. Strip this idiot of clothing, string him up with chains, and pierce his flesh with seven hooks. "Lilith coldly commanded towards a young maid within my palace walls. Tossing the young man in her arms down like a broken doll.
Licking my lips, I rushed from out of my room and into the guest room, activating the inscription Tang Feng drew for me. I swiftly teleported away without a second thought.
A foolish mistake on my part as I had entered this damn forest again. "Screw you, Tang Feng! Screw you!"
Forced to use my limited divinity once again, I was teleported via the darkness into my throne. Yet a faint disturbance rang in my head. Frowning, I turned towards the horizon where the moon hung in the night skies.
Narrowing my gaze, I hovered off the ground and flickered to the source—a few kilometers off the surface of Midgard, a towering gate releasing an unfamiliar yet familiar aura slithered in the air, chilling my heart.
There was an ancient air to the gate, yet the closer I got, the more my skin began to throb. Halting my movement in the air, I didn't dare get too close.
"Just my luck. Just when things were getting good."
Standing in the air, with the warm summers air press against my flesh, the gates of the door sprang open. Revealing a sinfully handsome man that held both an air of angelic grace and a devil's charisma.
Behind his back was a raw, untamed darkness, reflecting a pair of wings that shook my soul. The strange man smiled in a scarlet, black suit and approached, "It's an honor to meet your acquaintance, Lord Arsene."
Placing his right hand over his chest, he saluted me with a semi-bow, "I am Zantar, or as you know me, the Shadow." He said, yet I knew this bow was not meant for me, but instead Zariel.
There may be enemies, but it would seem my little brother put in a lot of work to have even the Fallen Angels frighten of him.
Bearing a sinister smile that didn't appear genuine, Zantar's footsteps came to a halt an arm's length away. Studying me, he smirked, "Your brother truly did an amazing job. Vancurro was an anomaly, but you, are his masterpiece."
"is that right," I responded, staring into the eyes of pure cardinal sin. Asmodeus was a monster, an embodiment of sin, but this man. This thing was something else. He was like me, carrying all the sins. Is this what a fallen is like?
"Will you match the power of a fallen? Or will you fall short?" he suddenly said, placing his hands behind his back; his eyes fell off into the distance and back to me.
"Why are you here?" I responded.
"So direct." Zantar expressed, with a cunning grin," For your assistance, of course. We wish for the death of the False God and for the Gates of Illuthath to once again open its gates. It has been lost to time since Master Zariel gained his position."
"And what of Vancurro? Where did he rise to power?"
"Oh? Haven't you figured it out? The Fallen before my eyes, eerily explained. "Vancurro rose to power in the Astral Sea. It was quite the sight to watch, but it's a shame he failed to unlock the gates of Illuthath." He said, Leaving out a few details. I was sure.
"We already know that the Horseman Gates are necessary; in fact, we feel that interfering would be a bit pointless as we have quite a bit of faith in you."
Snorting with a bit of mockery, I sneered, "Seems like we are spinning in circles at this point. Then why appear before me? Why?"
"For you, of course? From what we have seen, you were affected by Zariels insanity; you are not what you were once was. So why don't you help me kill him?"
"Eh?" Widening my eyes, disbelief filled my eyes, "what?"
"No matter what he has given you, Zariel will forever be ahead of you. His gifts are merely boons he crafted from his power, something none can match." Zantar explained. Lifting his hands, he played his cufflinks. That held a strange sigil.
"Why do you think I would care?"
Cracking a condescending smile, he bellowed in laughter, "Come now, Arsene? Do you really think you are special? You hold the Sin of Envy within you. It's their power that has allowed you to exist, their promises to Father, that Father gifts you a cultivation manual. You are nothing without Lord Zariel."
"If the one will not Side with me, then I will turn to the All." I softly sated as the skies turned black as night. Storming the starey skies, a spiral sword intent so profound, a faint barrier wrapped around Zantar as a blade red as blood appeared.
"Then he shall turn to me! If The One cannot help. Then I as the Abyss, the All, shall grant him whatever he wishes!"