After dropping Lily in his apartnt within the guest house, Azazel left to attend to more... important matters.
Now that he had a ridiculous amount of mana from both the ring and Muninn, Azazel decided to feed so of his essence to the egg.
He was careful not to overdo it, not after Lily had devoured a considerable amount of it.
Truth be told, he had enjoyed it a little more than he cared to admit.
Maybe he was so sort of masochist, but you couldn’t bla him, their synergy was insane.
Her bite felt like an aphrodisiac, sending jolts of electricity up his spine.
’I could actually get used to that.’
’You should be spending your ti training, instead of fantasizing about a lust demon.’ Akathartos’ tone was cold, its disappointnt was evident.
’What would you know, Akathartos? Is training the only thing that defines you?’
The blade thrumd in disapproval.
’If you’re thinking of wielding then shouldn’t you at least make an effort?’
’Does that an you’ve given up on taking my bo—’
’No... I will still devour you if you let your guard down.’
’Ha, relax... I have more urgent matters.’
’What could be more urgent than getting stronger?’
Azazel smiled darkly.
’Killing a bunch of overconfident peacocks.’
He didn’t forget... the bastards who had tried to take advantage of Leona’s weakened state and his absence to eliminate her.
’Espen and Priel hmm, those lowly worms couldn’t have had the guts to do it on their own.’
That ant soone was backing them up, and that soone wanted Leona dead or possibly him as well.
’I should send their respective houses so gifts as well, I’m sure the count would appreciate the severed head of his son on a platter of gold.’
His smile deepened as he visualized the entire scenario within his mind, now he just needed to wait and remain patient till nightfall.
Akathartos didn’t ntion a word but the tainted blade could feel it...
His bond was pissed.
Akathartos could see the thick suffocating presence of madness surrounding Azazel, yet the redhead was controlling it.
Yes, controlling it, not suppressing it.
The tainted blade couldn’t understand just how fast Azazel was learning, even though the control was fragile and almost non-existent, Azazel was still holding it.
It was even more baffling because it wasn’t sothing he had taught the boy.
Far within Azazel’s soul space, the familiar human figure the blade had taken form of, stared without a particular emotion on his face.
Until it grinned.
It was slow, but eerie.
Like the blade was the personification of madness itself.
"Azazel Von Astavore, that mortal... I think he might be worth it after all."
****
Night ca and Lily still hadn’t opened her eyes.
Azazel stared at her unconscious form but he had no doubt that Liliana would take control over the body if anyone was foolish enough to try an ambush in his apartnt.
But just to be safe, he warped the entire room in a layer of mana using the relic he had gotten from Elzar.
Speaking of relics, he was yet to give Lily the choker... or at least that’s what he nad it.
Now that he had secured her loyalty, he didn’t mind equipping her with an item or two, the more dangerous she was, the better it was for him.
Although he couldn’t say the sa about his enemies.
Azazel stared at the silver coin within his grasp then tugged on the connection of the other coins he had placed around Nexus city.
The instant he did, the chaos mana wrapped around his body and the next mont...
He was gone.
His first target was Priel, since the noble peacock was the only son of a re count.
Just thinking about it made his blood boil, a bloody count’s son—no different from a damned commoner—had tried to assassinate his sister.
Azazel didn’t just plan to stop at Priel, he wanted the entire Count’s house gone, but Count Lance would have to settle for losing his son first, after all, Azazel was quite benevolent... he would be granting the count a chance to reunite with his son too.
Appearing just a few feet away from Valectis, Azazel pulled on the connection he attached to another coin, then vanished into thin air.
It didn’t matter whether Priel noticed his arrival or not, the redhead noble had taken certain precautions to ensure that the lowlife didn’t escape.
You see, while Priel Zandervich Lance—the only heir to the Lance county—was out on his business in the red light district, Azazel had made a certain whore, slip a little sothing into Priel’s wine before marking the piece of jewelry on Priel—a single silver earring.
He could have easily killed Priel right then and there but he wanted to send a ssage to anyone foolish enough to harm his sister.
Dressed in a black uniform with an enchanted cloak ant to hide his presence, the redhead advanced with frightening speed.
His face was covered in a strange black mask, one without features.
Within his hands was a curved dagger attached to a chain which stretched all the way from beneath his cloak.
Azazel tugged on the connection of the last coin and soon, a decent guest house ca into view... at least decent enough for a re count’s spawn.
There were other nobles within the guest house but Azazel knew his target.
Activating the enchantnt of the cloak, he concealed his presence from any sort of detector ant to identify intruders.
From the mont he walked in, he made sure he didn’t use a single bit of his chaos mana.
Viola could easily pick up the residual mana left from the scene.
’Akathartos...’
The chained dagger within his grasp imdiately flared with a foul violet aura...
Azazel didn’t linger, he quickly arrived at the third floor where Priel was residing.
Then he knocked once, it was polite... the kind that didn’t raise the thought for alarm.
Nothing happened for a mont, until the soft click of the door knob being turned from behind.
As soon as the door creaked, Azazel didn’t hesitate.
Confusion barely had the ti to register itself across Priel’s face before the chain snapped forward.
A silver glint flashed, then a sickening crunch followed.
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