The divine lattice still clung to Oizys in spiraling ribbons when Samael arrived, cutting through space like a spear hurled from a god’s hand.
She landed squarely in front of Kivas, arms already half-spread to shield her, wings unfolding with silent urgency.
She glanced at the restrained figure in the middle of the glyph eruption, then at Kivas.
"I leave you alone for one hour," Samael said, voice dangerously calm, "and you imdiately cheat on by giving soone else a Genesis Cor, really?"
Kivas blinked. Her wry smile pulled sideways.
"It was either that or risk getting wiped by soone I don’t even recognize. I would’ve loved to ask for your opinion, but ti was literally lting."
Samael clicked her tongue and gave a curt nod, eyes narrowing at the glowing web still binding Oizys.
"I’m not sure it worked this ti."
With a flare of air and motion, the Lust Tier Divine Construct appeared behind Samael as a backup. Its blindfolded face turned toward Oizys, arm-wings twitching.
The divine chains around Oizys began to dissolve.
The final glyph faded.
Nothing changed.
No flash. No burst of radiant divinity. No restructuring of the flesh, no loss of strength, no collapse of identity.
Oizys tilted her head as if listening to sothing, then her lips curled upward into a wild grin.
She laughed.
"Oh, that’s hilarious," she muttered, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with an excitent and confusion that felt almost theatrical. "Of course it would work this way. Of course, to think that it also works on ~"
Kivas narrowed her eyes. "What?"
Oizys quieted. The smile remained. "Nothing. Just poetic irony."
Samael took a step forward. "There was no power drop. Nothing changed after the imbuent of the Genesis Core." Samael then looked at Kivas with a casual suspicion. "Are you sure that you did the sa kind of thing to her as you did to ?"
"You think that I would make that much obvious of a mistake? Besides, there aren’t many options to begin with..."
Oizys placed a hand over her chest in mock grace. "Seems like there’s a misunderstanding." She then did a curtsy. "Allow to introduce myself properly this ti. My na is Oizys. I’m a fellow Fateling."
Samael’s tone dropped to a whisper edged in steel, but still calm enough to see that she had no ill will behind it. "That’s impossible. I wiped out every one of them before Kivas ever arrived."
"Missed one," Oizys said sweetly. "But don’t worry. I’ve always been good at hiding. Or else, how would I manage to get this close to your precious when you’re silently judge the air for any kind of movent, ready to strike at any ti like a hawk~?"
Before anyone could blink, she appeared before Kivas. No sound. No flash. Just proximity, her hand delicately holding Kivas’ fingers.
She bowed her head.
Then kissed Kivas’ knuckles.
Her gaze tilted up, red eyes glittering with mischief. "Regardless, all I wanted was to et this beauty~"
A blur of black and fla crashed between them.
Samael’s strike carved an arc through the air, missing Oizys by a fraction as she reappeared farther off, one leg tucked behind the other in a graceful perch atop a jagged outcropping.
"Too slow," Oizys teased. "But still cute. Seeing soone touches your treasure must’ve really hit your possessiveness switch, hmm?"
The Lust Tier Construct surged forward, accompanied by a tremor in the earth.
A lash of heavily destructive sword made out of Mana Psyche and a spear of stone hurtled toward Oizys.
She raised one hand, and dropped the other.
The attacks stopped midair, and so did the earth spear.
Both spiraled, broke apart like sand blown from glass.
"Don’t be so dramatic," Oizys said, her grin still etched sharp as ever. "I’m not here to hurt anyone. And I think being forcefully tethered by soone is already more than enough of a first move."
Kivas stepped forward, placing herself between both parties. Her posture was straight. Her voice was calm.
"What do you want, Oizys?"
Oizys smiled. No more teasing in her eyes. Just an eerie clarity. "You."
Samael’s wings rose slightly, and the Lust Tier Construct’s stance shifted.
"Denied," Samael said.
"That’s a sha," Oizys said. "But understandable. Still, I propose a compromise."
"I don’t want to hear them," Samael said in a childlike manner. "Anything that will be coming out of your mouth, I have declared them to be utter drivel."
Oizys rely laughed as she continued her speech. "She practically imbued with a Genesis Core without consenting. Doesn’t that simply count as an assault?"
"Putting in the sa category as an assaulter..."
"She tied a soulmate bond without understanding the weight." Oizys placed her fingers on her bosoms. "Seems only fair she welcos a second into her life, and take a great responsibility~"
Kivas exhaled through her nose, rubbing one eye with her finger. "You’re ridiculous."
Oizys folded her hands, leaning toward her. "It’s been a while since I got called that."
Kivas looked at Samael.
Samael folded her arms. "I don’t like this."
"I don’t either," Kivas admitted. "But I made the choice. And technically, she’s not wrong."
"See, Endless One? Even the angel herself thinks that it is only obvious to make and to her own mistake."
"And you’re taking advantage of it," Samael hissed.
"So here’s the deal, Oizys." Kivas let her voice be heard. "I’ll accept this unfortunate bond, and accept whatever yours, strange and sudden desire to connect with ... but you don’t stand equal to this dork over here." Kivas pointed her thumb toward Samael. She felt a little bit flustered and conflicted to go on this route. "To put it simply, if you want sothing, you work for it."
Oizys’s eyes glimred. "So you’re saying there’s a chance."
"I’m saying you’re on trial."
Samael stared for a long ti, then sighed. "I still don’t like this, but I honor the words of my pet."
"We revert back to pet and owner in terms of relationship now!?"
Samael then made a move on Kivas, holding Kivas’ chin as she let her gaze be read close and clear.
"Who said that we regressed? You’re still mine and mine alone, regardless of whether you want it or not." Samael then raised her other hand.
The Lust Tier Construct halted instantly, its blindfolded head tilting downward in deference.
It was still unknown why Oizys still retain all of her power despite the imbuent process, or the fact that she was still essentially a Fateling despite it not being the majority of her essence.
Maybe the Exo-Human converter feature of the process only worked on a Voidling?
Regardless of the obstructions to their two ways one to one romantic relationship, having Oizys on their side should be quite the boon to their success and survivability.
After all, even if Kivas died after this, Oizys should also retain her mory as she was now spiritually bound to Kivas after she beca a host for a Genesis Core, slowly evolving her into a Divine Hive.
Oizys could be seen smiling eerily, but that maddening imagery was lost as soon as she spoke.
"So, did the two of you already do it or not?" Oizys said, gesturing a ring ith her index and thumb, and inserting in and out her other index back and forth to make a dirty implication.
"Why do you even want to know that!?" Kivas shrieked.
"Yeah, why do you want to know that?" Samael said, with much less anger and emotion than before. "Do you want to watch us doing it or sothing?"
"Why not?"
"What."
"What."
Despite the unexpected developnt, the three of them ended up progressing this whole conflict in a less violent, or dirty scenario.
Well, at least not in a degenerate way.
"It seems like the thod of taming sothing through their belly still applies to this day."
"You took the word out of my mouth, Sam-sam."
Oizys sat hunched over the marble dining table, inhaling mouthfuls of food like a starving beast too refined to break etiquette but too ravenous to pace herself.
Stead root ats, wine-glazed fruit, baked buns, fernted broth with marrow bones—nothing was spared.
Her cheeks puffed with each bite, her eyes brimming with tears that streaked her face in ugly, continuous lines. Her voice broke with every third swallow.
Kivas leaned her elbow against the table, chin resting on her palm, watching in quiet fascination mixed with restrained sympathy.
Samael sat beside her, one leg crossed over the other, chewing on a brittle fruit cracker like she was bored beyond saving.
"How long has it been since your last actual al?" Kivas asked.
Oizys didn’t stop chewing. She just sobbed mid-bite and hiccupped. "Two thousand years. Or maybe more. I lost count sowhere between the one thousand and five hundreds that I just decided to stop counter overall, which makes my brain more healthy and less wrinkly."
"I don’t think that you want a smooth brain in general..."
Samael scoffed lightly, picking at a bowl of pickled seeds. "That’s nothing. Try going without eating for a few ten thousand years. That’s when you earn bragging rights."
"... Not eating for an extrely long ti period is not a boasting material, especially when you use it to belittle the suffering of others," Kivas said with a half-lidded gaze.
Samael shrugged. "And I’m clearly not."
Oizys wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, then suddenly straightened her posture like a noblewoman announcing her candidacy.
Her tears didn’t stop, but her smile turned regal.
"I didn’t expect this kind of progression," she said, eyes shut like she was bathing in the faint afterglow of emotional whiplash. "A warm table A wide array of food variety that doesn’t scream back. Truly, I miss this kind of mont."
Kivas wanted to dig deep about Oizys’ personal story, but she felt like she would just open a pandora box that would lead to hours of exposition, so she refrained from asking it.
"What are you doing here in Vaingall?" Kivas furrowed her brow.
Oizys kept her smile, twirling a fork with theatrical elegance. "So many absurd things happened. Threads collapsed. Worlds intersected. I ran from one calamity and fell straight into another. Then I ended up here."
Samael narrowed her eyes. "Which calamity?"
"The Beast of Lant," Oizys said between small bites, voice calm now. "A new one."
Kivas blinked. "What do you an ’a new one’?"
Samael put down her plate slowly. "Which one?"
Kivas turned toward her. "What do you an which one? You make it sound like it’s a franchise."
"It practically is," Samael replied. "There have been many who’ve worn that na over the cycles. They’re not the sa. Different forms, different characteristics. Most of the ti, people call sothing the Beast of Lant for the sake of it."
"I’m not throwing random words," Oizys said as she still munched. "This one’s real. It terrorized Zarangar Valley."
Samael’s body blurred and unsheathed a sword that was placed beside her.
In one blink, the Weightaton Sword was pressed against Oizys’ neck, its impossible weight vibrating the table and cracking the floor beneath it. At the sa ti, Samael ensure that every plate, cup, and garnish on the table remained perfectly still, locked in place by a stabilization ward so precise it didn’t even cause a ripple in the soup bowls.
Kivas glanced at the hovering spoon in her hand. "I’m just glad the food’s safe."
"Where did you learn that?" Samael asked, her voice void of tone. The sharpness in her stance didn’t match the calmness in her expression. "This is not public information yet."
Oizys didn’t blink. She smiled wider.
"I know that you’re still in a state of jealousy, but can you refrain yourself from scaring Kivas with this act of indecency?"
"Kivas is not scared."
"I don’t think that is the point here, Samael."
"See? Look at her hands shaking."
"Okay, now the two of you are just ssing with ."
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