Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 446 Sin of Sloth IV

Sypher appeared as if he could barely stomach the words leaving his lips, "Young Master, surely you jest!" He forced a laugh as unbridled rage filled his cheeks. "You are not the Duke yet."

"And am I the son of the Second Infernal Monarch?" Altair asked in that calming voice deprived of humanity.

The Vampiric Lord gulped. "I-I—"

"My Lord," Bayra interjected with a smile. "It doesn't matter your identity. Whether it's true or not, it doesn't change the fact that you are someone with authority. I'm sure Lord Darkvien is aware of this fact."

"He'd be a fool not to," Ashara tacked on, singling out a red-colored cookie for her Master.

The surprising flavor of Red Velvet did not show on Altair's face, though the contentment did lessen his discontent toward the Vampiric Lord. He wasn't necessarily offended but rather annoyed by the arrogance the man portrayed. If anyone had the right to be arrogant, it was him. Not some measly vampire lord who didn't even understand his origins.

'The Pride of a King," the Vale King's voice echoed, dampening his mood.

Combatting the sweetness with something bitter, Altair was notably surprised by the bold notes buzzing about his tongue. It was a flavor he had not expected. It would seem he had won twice today.

"Do you like it, Master? It's made from the Navarsii Bean. Surprisingly, the secret lies in the water used. It is water that has been blessed by the Church of Sepeth. Holy Energy always seems to bring out the rich flavors in whatever it touches."

"Have some delivered to Medusa. I'd like to cultivate such a Bean."

"Of course, my Master," Ashara acknowledged, feeding him another pastry. Unbothered by the glaring look from Sypher. He probably believed Altair was going mad. Not that it mattered.

"Darkvien... quite the surname you have..." Altair began once more. "Are you of noble origins? Anyone with power can name themselves Lord these days or have you managed to fuck your way to the top. Not very noble, but whatever works."

The flush across Sypher's face was all the answer he needed. From the moment Altair sat down, he had known this man was not of noble origins. There was simply too much dirty blood in him. He was like a Vampire Spawn that somehow managed to become a man again.

"Your wife then... Perhaps she is the one I should be talking to." Altair said simply, sipping his coffee. "Perhaps she might be willing to kneel, or do you not realize the offense you've committed."

Ashara slowly glanced his way, the smile on her lips not quite reaching her eyes.

"You! You're actually! You're actually—" Sypher was saying before Altair cut him off.

"There isn't a need to blurt it out. What I am is what you think. It would seem you've not mastered the art of innuendos. A shame. I'd hope more from your species. Tasha, are they all like this?"

Ashara shook her head in disappointment. "The ones I've seen are truly spectacular, my Lord. Even the low-born ones are the pinnacle of nobility. Every action is graceful. Even in death or the way they fuck is graceful. It's rather impressive, though I can't say I approve. Fucking ought to be primal. Vigorous, if you will. Is should make you scream, and kick, and cum. Not—

"I'm surprised..." Ashara said. "That's rather cold."

Altair ignored the comment. "Set it up. I don't like making assumptions with idiots. People like him seem to have some kind of plot armor about them in their daily life."

Pearly laughter filled the Dome of Silence, "And you don't, my lord?"

"I've been to the Lake of Rot... I'd say I have less than that bastard. Oh! And send me all you know about the Darkviens. That fool mentioned it was an Old House. How he became the head or at least the face of such a House is beyond me. Ask around. I'm a little curious. Perhaps we might get lucky."

"You think they could be True Noble Vampires?"

"What I think is irrelevant. What I need is facts and—"

The explosion that struck the Inner Wall to the noble quarter sent waves through the land as a mushroom cloud crest the horizon, billowing high into the skies, connecting heaven to Earth.

"Oh, what fresh hell have they gotten me involved in," Altair gaped. "Surely they're not that brazen."

"You're the son of the Second Infernal Monarch and Desiple of one of Lilith's Abyssal Generals. A true powerhouse. You'd be lucky if a god didn't descend to kill or challenge you to a dual."

Altair hooted a dismissive 'yay me' before lowering the domain of silence. "Let's get out of here. They must have discovered Raven in the carriage."

"Or... And here me out. We go to a hotel, and you screw the common sense out of me."

"Huh?"

Without the slightest hint of shame, Ashara gave a fanged grin, "Fuck me until I'm retarded"

"Hells! I have literally no words!" He had never seen a madwoman before, but Ashara really gave him an idea. Not that he would refuse such an interesting offer, but it still threw him off.

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"Ever heard a retard mo—"

"That's enough out of you," Altair said, pulling her along off to find a hotel to spend the night.

Raven would find him sooner or later.... She was always close.