Many things were racing through my mind as I stared at Samyaza staring back at 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 ."
"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 so ani!
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 phisto never learned. My brother may dabble in every form of knowledge, but he failed as an angel."
"Failed?"
I could not believe that. phisto is a lord of illusion.
If he wished, phisto 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 phisto 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 erald 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 , studying the five bodies around ; 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 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 so 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 ho, turning in for the night.
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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 ti again?"
"And here I thought you'll be looking forward to my treatnts."
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 ntion your devil's heart." I said, walking up to the burrito and finding a seat on the bed. "You do this every ti, can't you just—"
"It makes feel funny," She defended with a snap lifting her head to .
I can't deny seeing Ezra like this is cute. She's usually all put together and cold. Although when I first t her, she was a temptress. I swore she was going to **** back then.
Slowly peeling the comforter away, revealing Ezra in a tank top pressed tightly over her chest, leaving a gap around her abdon 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 treatnts continued, her attitude began to slowly change.
Ezra's lips trembled, and her gaze seed 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 inford, and she nodded.
Sweat seed to slip down her neck, soaking the tank top as she looked up at , seemingly defenseless, just waiting. Her breath was loose and rushed. At the sa ti, her heart was hamring against her chest. At the sa ti, her skin felt like it was made of fire.
"Stop teasing ,"
"Well, last ti, you uncovered a few suppressed mories of mommy and daddy shagging up right in front of you."
"Y-Y-You're taking that out of context," She stamred 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 nding your devil's heart. I see everything you rember 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 sothing 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 so understanding of the emotional responses.
Her breath quickened as my finger derailed off course near her breast, trapped by her tank-top. She squird but didn't say a word; even as my fingers circled the tip of her most sensitive area, she rely trembled, trying not to make a sound.
Battling with herself, to my amusent, Ezra muffled cries seed to be the only sound in the room as I teased her sensual form.
"Shall we begin the exorcism?"
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