It was twilight when life returned to the Vale King, illuminating his smile on the won. They shifted uncomfortably, all but Raven, though he made no effort to comfort them. It wasn't his fault Altair wasn't strong enough to defeat him. Altair was weak. Feeble to a fault. He had earned his right to stand forward, to exist before these won, before all of the Myriad Heavens.
From the ti Altair Blackwood had accepted the Path of the Ninth Form, he had existed. Watching, feeling what he felt, feeling what he did, and more. It had stimulated his urge for power. So why couldn't these won see that? Why did they so deny his existence? He was Altair.
A better version of the man, carrying all his mories and all his wants and needs. 'So why?'
"Go on, dusa," he said, mildly curious. He hadn't Altair's thirst for knowledge but rather his appetite for won, which he would not deny. "What level must I be to understand all thirty-five dinsions? And are there higher levels?"
dusa drew in a heavy breath, considering the ti of night. "The bare minimum is Godhood. And there are an infinite amount of Dinsions. The Almighty is constantly making them."
"It seems to ," the Vale King said slowly. "That I ought to master the Dao of Perfection or Infinity. It seems to have quite a few concepts scattered across Myriad Heavens and Abyss."
Those strange, silently judgntal eyes that all won seed to hold held him fixed. He had to blink, resisting the urge not to use his Omniscience. Omniscience was a working progress that they had found themselves overly reliant on. It was one of the few things he and Altair agreed on.
If phisto, a Monarch, was able to lose the ability, who was to say it couldn't be taken away if anyone were to know of it? There were too many today that did. No, he would not fall short in battle; he would plan for failure. His pride wasn't too great to allow him otherwise—palatine or not.
"Master, there is no more dangerous Dao than the Dao of Perfection and Madness. Most believe, myself included, that they are one and the sa as they lead down the sa path. Insanity." Tasha hurriedly said, though her perky lips and breasts, hidden beneath her robes, distracted him.
Tasha Vil Lilm Corvta De Asmodeus was indeed a beautiful specin. Especially when she wasn't in clothes, perhaps he would forgive her, if only for a night. There wasn't a need to be petty. Although he intended to learn her true na. He would not accept another possessing her true na and not him.
'A bit of training, and I'll make sure she forgets about her old Master. I shall see to that,' he thought, smiling at what he intended to do to her tonight. Everyone broke; Tasha had said it herself. It all depended on the type of ans. A good cock was perhaps the least effective thod against a Lilm, but it was also the most enjoyable one. And who was to say she would not learn?
There was not a rule against that.
He was not Master, not Young Master, Lord nox, but Master to Elena. He had had her for many nights, tenderly manipulating the Brand of the Incubus alongside the Hands of the Incubus. That had taken a bit of practice as with one unpracticed night; he had simulated the pleasure regions of her mind and body a bit too much that she bled from her nose for a week.
No, the Hand of the Incubus was a delicate tool. One did not use a sword for surgery when a scapple was available. He had already shaven away bits of the dignity of her house and the self.
Though five hours did not seem ti enough—it never had—perhaps he could convince Altair to agree even if it was distasteful. He was surely listening to his every thought as he did his, experiencing the sa sensation. Tasha Vil Lilm Corvta De Asmodeus was no Elena, a foolish woman entering a dragon's den.
She was a proud devil with an arsenal of her own that was surely more refined than her sword arts. She had let it slip that his swordsmanship was better, but Lilms weren't fighters. They were manipulators, schers made to bend, even Fallen Angels, even if it didn't work most of the ti. No, he couldn't go at it alone. He needed Altair.
'For now, it's best that I continue perfecting my technique on Elena. Her mind and cunt isn't so broken that it can't be of use to .' And when she brakes, he'll have the perfect slave, ready to give her life to his cause, if she wasn't already there.
"What are you laughing at?" Raven asked, her athyst eyes glowing peak curiosity.
Realizing he had started laughing, he grinned, flashing pearly white teeth. "Oh, I was thinking about how I might train Elena tonight." The won's eyes all seed to bulge. " I've found all her little erogenous zones. Even the hidden ones. I want to see if I can delete the mory of her forr lover."
"You think that's the best use of your ti?" dusa asked in that unfamiliar tone. Sotis, she acted too much like a mother, then a woman. He would fix that.
"Of course, lust aside. Elena is a part of a big house in Almore." The Vale King stated mildly. "And she already calls Master. If given ti, I think I can get her to betray her father if the need ever arises. What better use of my ti is there?"
It was dusa's turn to flush, though it startled him to learn why. "You can do that!" He often forgot about her trauma.
"Of course, especially if the recipient is very much willing to fall on my bed. Isn't that right, Tasha?"
The Lilm didn't hesitate for a second to nod, responding with stark excitent over the shift in topic. "Oh, you can do so many amazing things to a man or woman if given the right tools. That's especially true if they are on the stronger side of things. Their brains will be a tad more unblocked. aning they'll hate and love to a degree most humans can't even imagine.
I, myself, have broken many rely by instructing a few succubus to do as I please to my target."
The Vale King's ears perked. "Succubus?" And a sudden idea popped into his head. "Can't you summon devils as a royal devil?"
She nodded, "Of course. As a royal, I have a few thousand devils and demons under my belt. More if I were to ask Father for a raise. Did I forget to ntion that?"
The Vale King's lips lifted into a smile that wasn't one. It never touched his eyes. Tasha had forgotten to ntion many things, in his opinion. But she wasn't to bla; Altair was. How could he call himself an Emperor if he can't even manage those who share his bed?
Of course, he was different. He would use Tasha to the fullest.
Pulling himself to his feet, the woman all followed, but not dusa; he told her to stay, moving to a secluded region with Raven and Tasha, away from his forsaken. Ensuring the region was fully secure by placing a rune down alongside scouting the region, they stopped as the Vale King fixed his eye on Tasha.
"How many succubi can you summon at a ti?" He demanded.
Tasha blinked. "It depends on the quality of sacrifice, my Lord— purity of soul, the grade of devil or demon, even bloodline. Each royal is allotted various types of devils to aid in the conquest of their hell. However, I want to be completely open with you. I chose manipulators over fighters or generals. I've one or two, as all Royals do, but—"
Slapping her round ass, thick enough to knead, the Vale King crackled, giving it a good squeeze. Plump and ripe, and begging to be fucked. "You should have told this months ago. Months. So, mortal souls for one succubi? Would that—"
Flushing, Tasha said, "A thousand for one, your Grace. If there in a higher circle, then that number is reduced."
"Keep it a secret from dusa, but each night, I want you to go on a hunt and kill whover you need, but I want enough succubi to create a network. If you can't find enough people, I'll send you back to Terra; I have a few colonies we can sacrifice."
"Wouldn't…" Tasha hesitated. "Wouldn't you're other self hesitate to—"
"That is irrelevant. Even if you must do so five hours a day. You will slaughter under my na," The Vale King decreed. He glanced at Raven. "She will report everything to you, to which you will inform . These succubi will be our eyes and ears, so work them well, Raven.
I've my hands full with other things—so I will trust you with this."
She bowed, "As you decree, Master."
"Then… What will we do about the drawn attention from the Church of Sepith?" Tasha asked.
The Vale King arched a brow. "Do what you have to. So long as Sepith is ignorant of what we are doing. They are not omnipotent. This is your chance to redeem yourself, Tasha. Do not fail .
Do not fail us."
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