Chapter 30: O Father and Your ’Good’ Intentions!
Luka didn’t continue dealing with the half-lucid Luvia and left her hanging from the pillar while recovering from her forced climax. The churning heat in his abdon faded the mont her system shifted and linked to his without his acceptance.
He sat atop several wooden boxes, while staring at her, admiring her glossy skin and the way she could look so bewitching under the veil of moonlight.
The mont he made contact with her flesh, everything was predetermined.
Whether slapping her cheek and staining his hand with her blood, or the fluids from making her squirt. He couldn’t deny the fact that once he t this woman, sothing inside him began to stir.
Although his father rarely communicated with them in the past, the thods he used were simple, crude and sotis outright confusing.
The titles granted to Luvia weren’t natural and only appeared the mont she lowered her guard, or rather, lost herself to the montary pleasures of an orgasm.
At the mont of her peak, Luka felt a strange suction force from within, as if her lower mouth tried to devour his fingers.
That’s when her system ultimately changed completely.
’Father, what did you an by giving her to ?’
Her titles weren’t sothing a mortal could normally attain, and in this world, Lucifer doesn’t exist. When he first awoke in Luka’s body. Lucifer had already checked his system, and the database showed the number of archangels had decreased by one.
His father, the Creator, erased Lucifer Morningstar’s existence.
While lost in his thoughts, curious about why the sudden change had happened in Luvia’s system, he still needed to learn many things from her.
What she was doing.
Who did she serve, and why are they attacking?
And how she attained her powers!
"Are you just going to sit there, acting all smug... You filthy, unrestrained beast!?"
’Of course it couldn’t be that easy, right?’
Despite the system accepting his input and forcibly locking her into one of his system slots, it did nothing else. Luvia wouldn’t magically co to adore or follow him like a well-trained bitch just because she ca once.
He was still the violent, rapist bastard who beat and violated her with his fingers.
"Shut up, and stop complaining, it’s not my ss creating a puddle on the floor, is it, Luvia?"
Clang!
Luvia struggled against the chains as if trying to lunge at him. "Bastard! H-How dare you lie like that! Y—You forced that reaction. It’s nothing to do with
or my free will. Release ! Release , or the divine one will smite you down!" She raged like a wild beast caught in a trap, almost tearing the chains from the pillar.
Luka watched her rage and only felt a hot pressure gather towards his abdon like a snake slithering under the surface, waiting for a mont to strike.
Rather than sensing danger or feeling irritation.
He found this woman’s unrestrained nature alluring, like a delicious poison.
’Sothing’s changed inside ...’
From the mont she stabbed his chest, and he died a second ti, Luka could almost feel the brilliance and positive feelings he unquestionably held towards all life had faded considerably.
That didn’t an he beca so evil monster.
However, when interacting with this crude yet captivating woman, he learned more about himself than ever before.
"Can you shut up? I have so questions for you to answer."
"Peh. Like hell, stay away from —don’t co closer!"
He enjoyed the sight of her reactions, how her muscles visibly tightened, and her eyes visibly shook the mont he stood. Inside his heart, a dark cloud settled with each reaction, and the slight sadistic desire to push her further grew and grew.
"N-No... I can’t..."
Luka glanced down at the dark elf, his hand slowly tracing along her soft thigh, a jolt of electricity arcing between their bodies.
Luvia closed her eyes, quivering as if anticipating sothing.
However, he didn’t touch.
He quietly blew into her long ears, making them flutter in the air.
"Tell
sothing, Luvia Morgenstern. Who gave you those powers, and why did you co to Babylon with the goblins?"
The instant he whispered into her ears, her body jerked as if struck by lightning.
Her muscles locked into place, she yanked on the chains, thrashing about while shaking her head in a clear rejection of his question.
"Like hell I would ever betray that—Ugh!?" Her eyes opened wide as an emblem shone above her pelvis. It took the form of two wings and a falling sword, drawn in jet-black ink and outlined with a vibrant neon-pink glow.
’This is the emblem of my knights, how can this be here?’
[Special Skill: Apostle of Lucifer Activated]
If he spoke to Gerard about the fight against the hobgoblin, Luka might’ve learned it was the emblem burned into his mantle at that ti.
But that was a story for much later.
Luka watched as Luvia visibly suffered, her sensual hips twisted and bounced while she desperately tried to keep her mouth shut.
Eventually, a soft "Why...?" slipped from her lips, a mont before she turned to Luka. That’s when her tearful eyes shone bright, and her pupils dilated with an eerie look. She began speaking in a detached, monotonous voice.
"Thus shall I answer thee, O Morning Star, son of the dawn, thou who art fallen from heaven."
A cold chill rushed down Lucifer’s spine as her voice beca like the system.
These things were likely special to Luvia and drove her to the edge, keeping them sealed tightly inside her heart. Thus, he forced the titles she bore to compel her to reveal the truth because of who he was.
"Tell
why you are in Babylon."
"I am here for the punishnt of breaking the sacred idol of my clan."
Luka scanned her face, trying to find any hint of deception or falsity.
But failed.
He then continued his questioning.
"Why did you have the Nesis system, and what brought you to co here?!"
"When I broke the ancient relic, all grew cold and dark. Yet within that darkness, a voice spoke in my mind.
The voice proclaid:
’Thou wast born for a great purpose; go thou unto Babylon, and there shalt thou fulfil that which is ordained.’
And so, I ca."
Luka wanted to find faults with her explanations, but he lacked information about dark elves and their tribes. Instead, he focused on the goblins because with each answer, Luvia’s body would convulse, her muscles contorting and locking in place.
’She probably cannot endure this state for long.’
"This is my final question.
Why did you attack Babylon and the Village of Amol using a Hobgoblin and a horde as pawns?"
Luvia remained silent for several seconds; the effect of her title, "The Apostle of Lucifer," began to wane as her intense reaction and suffering intensified.
She parted her plump red lips.
Translucent threads of saliva drooping between them.
"To avoid becoming the plaything of so old, filthy goblin beast!
After my exile, those foul creatures found
at the border and captured , dragging
before their leader, a shaman of considerable power. He gave
a choice: between accepting a curse, sealing my strength and heading into Babylon with that foolish hobgoblin as fodder, or becoming the shaman’s mate."
"..."
The light dimd in her eyes, and Luvia collapsed without power.
She hung from the pillar, gasping, sweat pouring off her as heat stead from her shiny skin, and every breath fogged the air.
[Special Skill: Apostle of Lucifer Ended]
Luka didn’t push her further and decided to digest the information with others.
Though they might question how he gained the information, he knew that Gerard, Vaun and Galatea would believe him no matter what.
The issue would be Iris and her warriors.
’Well, I can deal with that later; we cannot afford to lose a dwarf’s favour.’
He walked to the tent’s entrance and spotted one of the few females who had joined the hunters earlier, helping with the knights’ als. That’s when he rembered Luvia’s horrid state and the dense musk of her excessive fluids.
"Hey, you there, can I ask you a favour?"
"A-Ah?! My Lord!" She fumbled the basket full of potatoes in her hand before lowering her head. "Forgive my impertinence."
"Forget it, and co here. I want you to carefully wipe down the woman’s body inside this tent, ensuring she is completely spotless. But rember that although she is chained up, do not lower your guard."
He wouldn’t mind wiping that sensual body down himself.
But after enjoying that montary bliss with Galatea and enjoying the feeling of being inside a dark elf.
Luka decided that lust couldn’t beco his priority.
There were an infinite number of tis he could enjoy that kind of thing in the future.
For now, his priority was the goblin shaman.
He needed to gather his people, speaking with Vaun, Galatea and Gerard about the siege of Amol Village. Then, once they had a concrete plan, he would inform Iris of their intentions to win her favour.
The woman nodded several tis before placing the basket down and hurriedly glancing around for sothing.
"Also, find her sothing to wear and ensure no one else enters by my order."
"Y-Yes M’Lord!"
She rushed off, leaving a basket full of potatoes and an unused cloth.
Luka glared at the two guards. "Understood?"
The two nodded before he finally walked away, wiping his hands with the cloth from the woman’s basket, tossing it back and vanished from sight.
Lost in thought, Luka headed straight for Galatea’s tent.
No matter what happened.
She was his only sworn knight.
He humd to himself as he ca to the familiar tent.
"I have no reason to be ashad, nor should she."
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