Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 249: Duty

The Prince had been silent, watching Sado Veri take his leave after he gestured a bow.

Thanatos broke the silence. "You're playing with fire if you don't believe some branch of Genesis won't retaliate."

"I'm quite aware. But isn't that a good thing?" Altair smiled, his palm lightly beating against Tasha's bottom. "War, Chaos, and Strife will make us strong. There is much I need to tell you. Athena will be joining us soon in a few weeks, maybe days. I will also be meeting with Father to discuss my revenge. I'd like you beside me then."

"A king commands," said Tasha. "They don't ask."

"Thanatos is both my mentor and friend. But his council is something neither an enemy nor a king can command."

"I am here when you need me, " he said, and in a gale's roar, he was gone.

Altair counted this a partial victory. Thaan was a man of duty. A man whose sense of duty was rivaled only by the pride he took in his work.

He had to be recognized to set a precedent for the future.

"Then I shall take my leave," Aurora said, narrowing an eye upon Tasha.

As the door to his throne room closed, Altair's drumming palm stalled. "What does Gremory want with me?"

"You have mated with a Nephilim, thereby becoming one yourself," Tasha said after a moment's pause. She seemed nearly hesitant to say, yet the words seamlessly left her lips.

The Prince was not fooled by her silvery tongue. He smirked, continuing the drumming across her bottom that carried with it a meaning of its own.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to manipulate me into thinking you exposed some grand scheme."

Tahsa's grin turned feverish. She didn't speak.

"I suppose I owe you dinner. But as for my seed. You or perhaps Gremory will have to work for it. I just hope there aren't any problems serving two masters. I wouldn't want issues to occur between two Fallen."

"As you say, my Lord," said Tasha humbly. Expecting something more, when he flung her high into the air.

The Prince laughed, making his way out of his throne room just as Tasha gracefully landed like a black cat, skipping after her new target. A pleasant smile dancing across her lips when a dreadful shriek penetrated the halls of the ruined palace.

They move, whisking through the ruined halls like a blur, arriving outside to see an unfamiliar man besieged by a black edge glaive lodged in his crotch.

"Raven, don't—" Aurora tried to say. A little late. From crotch to crown, her glaive shot up, sprawling the man's entrails over the lawn.

Altair was stunned. He'd never seen Raven so cold, exuding such a wicked killing intent.

"Bitch!" shouted Sado Vari, ordering his men to open fire.

The instant they opened fire, the iridescent bolts of light caught air as Raven crossed the distance between them in a single bound and, in one swing, severed the legs of three men before she hacked off another man's head before he could echo shout.

"Enough, " Altair commanded. His voice seemed to carry a sort of hypnotic command, stalling man and woman alike.

Raven was seething, lowering her glaive.

"Lord Blackwood!" Sado Vari screamed, pointing at his dead men resting beneath his Star Cruzer.

Altair had many questions, but the biggest had been, "What is this starship doing on palace grounds?" he demanded, turning to Aurora. "Is this a joke?"

"It's how the argument started, master," said Aurora hastily, bowing her head. "Raven had noticed the cruiser's descent and had told them to move, but they refused. That was when I arrived, asking them to—"

Altair patted his bed, gesturing her over.

Beside him, Ravened opened up her binder, patting her chest, and said, "As you know, the Vale is the final resting ground for all lifeforms, usually reserved for people who have had their souls destroyed. Or insanely powerful gods."

"oh? Then can I summon them?"

"Masters is too weak. And even if you could, I don't think they'd listen to you. And he probably won't allow it. "

"Who?"

"Silly! Hehe, the Warden. The one we met."

Altair looked at her suspiciously. "wait a sec. You said you didn't know who he was."

"Well, I don't; that's because He's not from the Vale like me. He just appeared. Strange, huh?"

'For a woman who knows nothing, Raven sure knows a lot. I wonder what else she's hiding?' Altair thought, listening to Raven until morning.

He patted her head just as she yawned, rubbing her eyes. He smiled, wondering how more lethargic they felt after leaving the Lake Of Rot.

"Let's take a nap. We can go over the basics of Vale Manipulation tonight.

Practically flopping onto his shoulder asleep, Altair could only snicker, laying her down to rest. He got up, whisking himself out of his chambers and down the halls like a blur, entering her bed chambers with purpose.

"Ahhhh~"

The Prince gawked, eating in the delicious sight of Syris pleasuring herself.

Her eyes met his, yet her lodged fingers did not move, firing back and forth as she cried, "It~won't~reach~see?"

Altair did.

She was bare, the sheets beneath her back drenched; as she drove her fingers so far, the squishing of her swollen cunt resonated through her chambers. She was hammering it in, slapping her finger so hard down there that she appeared to moan like a cat in heat.

"You naughty little minx!" he exclaimed, advancing on her. "So is this why you didn't visit me last night? You were playing with yourself. I'm hurt, Syris. We could have shared quite a night."

"why~Why~isn't~it~enough?"

Altair smirked. "The brand of the incubus makes me like... catnip. Think of your fingers as standard while I am the premium. Your touch might make you wet, while mine will send you to the nine clouds."

Syris chewed her lip, a nasty habit Altair was finding more and more seductive by the second.

Altair thanked the gods but found himself cursing them the next second. He wanted to indulge, but his kingdom called. He had responsibilities, noblemen who think themselves above him. Yet, his fingers indiscriminately trailed up her knee, finding themselves in between her legs.

He tasted her, savoring the sweet nodes of her honey.

"Syirs... do you want me to help?"

She nodded, taking her fingers away as if to welcome him in. Yet such a request was denied by his sadistic smile as he wrapped around her a set of robes to hide her voluptuous figure, to her surprise.

She teared up.

"See? I helped. Come on, we've lots to accomplish."