Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 281 The Saintess of the Vale I

As Syris stood before the full-length body mirror, she observed a silly grin on her face. Her reflection seemed almost unrecognizable to her. Her knees had nearly given way, buckling like a newborn fawn. The early morning exercise still lingered in her mind, leaving her eyes glossy and unfocused.

She felt lost in the fog of the memories that flooded her thoughts, eroding her awareness, leaving only the seething ache of throbbing loins.

He appeared like a looming shadow, cupping her ass and giving her a nice squeeze. "I fucking love how thick you are," he said, recalling how she had him shooting blanks just a few hours ago. "How do you feel?"

Syris, with pleading eyes, looked up at Altair through the mirror. "I don't have the physical strength. No more," she said, betrayed by her naughty palm cradling his manhood beneath his trousers.

Altair invoked 'Soul of the Indomitable' to cool the blood racing towards his Warhammer. He swatted her hand away and said, "Someone from the Crucible is seeking an audience with me."

Syris, who had been reeling with a tanalizing elation, suddenly lost her smile and swiftly pivoted on her heel to face Altair. Her pale, piercing eyes, now devoid of any warmth, flashed with an intense gleam that could only be described as deadly. It was apparent that they had arrived earlier than she had anticipated, completely catching her off guard.

She had initially hoped that they would have more time to prepare themselves for the inevitable. The merger between Gaia and Earth was scheduled to take place in just a few days, and she had hoped that they would have had at least until then. The gravity of the situation had now become all too real, and she knew that they had to act fast to protect themselves and their world.

"Who'd they send." she finally asked after a moment's pause.

"A woman by the name of Morrigan of Scara and a man who gave no name." Altair said, "I've asked that he be removed from the premises since he wasn't courteous enough to name himself before my people."

"Oh?" Syris smiled. " Who'd you send to tell them to fuck off?"

"Who else but Raven."

***

Morrigan was taken aback by the stunning young woman before her, who stood with a firm and commanding presence. The woman was armed with a glaive that was strapped to her back, its sharp obsidian edge gleaming in the deadly mana.

Her arms were folded across her chest, and Morrigan couldn't help but notice the intricate tattoos that adorned her right arm, which were barely visible beneath her uniform. The woman's head was slightly tilted as if she was silently assessing Salazar with a stern gaze.

"Forgive my rudeness, but what is the problem?" Morrigan asked.

"Master has asked that he leave," Raven said.

Salizar, who'd been sitting at rest, stood up, his blood-red eyes flaring. "What is the meaning of this? I heard you are Altair's Slaves—his undead. Surely, you've been informed of the Golden Crucible."

'I was with my Master through the Ten Years he was imprisoned. I know all about it," Raven said, her expression not giving anything away. "But your presence is not needed. Lady Morrigan will be the only person to meet Emperor Blackwood.

Salizar, a tall and imposing figure, stuttered towards her, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. Without warning, he raised his hand and aimed a slap at her face. However, his attempt was met with a sudden resistance, causing his palm to ricochet backward with shattering force.

As his hand recoiled, a wisp of Vale Qi flared up, rippling through the air like the waves on a calm lake. The energy that followed seemed to awaken something ancient, something that had long been dormant. It was a force that pulsed through the very fabric of reality, drawing the attention of both the Gods of Old and New.

"The Goddess of Rot commands it."

Altair laughed, regaling his court with his booming voice. "She might command it. However, I've no interest in fighting over who to mate with. Azura, Grimmory, Artemis. I'm caught in a sort of baby hell. Everyone thinks of me as a factory that I can fuck into any whore they send my way."

Morrigan had the grace to blush. "I am not a whore!" she said through gritted teeth. "I was ordered to—-

"It's irrelevant," Altair said, suddenly gesturing a finger through the air.

She emerged beside Morrigan, her smiling lips perking as her devilish eyes traced Altair's every muscle. "You called, your majesty?"

"Yes. Morrigan, this is Tasha. Tasha, Morrigan. One of you works for the Goddess of Rot, the other for the Fallen Angel, Gremory. I can't refuse either of those two monsters, so it comes down to you two. I'm quite a busy man.

Ann Syris and Raina are the only mates I have any desire to be intimate with."

"You can't refuse the Goddess Of Rot."

Altair shrugged. "And I'm not. Grimory is. Or should I say Tasha here? If you want my seed, kill her and take her spot, or she'll kill you. I only have one dick.

Or I guess you can seduce me. And I might just clear up sometime."

"That's ridiculous!"

"Is it?" Syris remarked, curling down on Altair's lap. "Just this morning alone, I had him shooting blanks." She touched her womb, looking at the two, licked her lips, and said, "I don't plan on giving him to anyone. Art is mine."

Altair looked stunned, catching himself before his mask shattered.

Zagreus looked at Thanatos, mouthing, "Why are we here?"

"Shut up and look serious," Thaan mouthed back.

"That's actually impressive," Tasha muttered, touching a finger to her lips."Your dual cultivation must be on point. What's it at?"

"D Rank"

"Oh, my~" Tasha grinned lewdly. "One night with me, and I'll have you in C-Rank."

Altair didn't deny it. If anything, he already considered it. Tasha was in the Ninth Circle. The boom he would receive would rocket him past his own understanding. He'd only delayed due to this moment in time.

"The Lady of Rot will hear of this."

Altair shrugged. "Do whatever you want. It still doesn't change the fact that I have a deal with Gremory. If you want my cock earn the bloody right to have it." And he whispered beneath his breath," Blood Hell, I still can't believe this conversation is happening in my Court. What a day."