Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 245: History

The subjugation of Earth was a lot easier than he thought. The eartheners were like defenseless cattle but fell much like grass amidst the farmer's scythe. Try as they could, they fell and died one by one.

With the extermination of the two transcendent Androids Tasha took care of, there wasn't much that could stand in the way of the Prince.

The world was in Chaos. Rebellions containing various militias were rising across several continents in the hopes of fending off the sudden attack that took the Northern Hemisphere by storm.

Despite a mere twelve hours passing, Altair had not bothered to make a statement as of yet.

He was letting the earthlings cook while Cedric and Vaiga dealt with the nobles, with Aurora coordinating with them to target particular individuals who held above-average authority on Earth.

"In about a month... I ought to have full control of Earth's defenses. By the second month, rebellions should be wiped out. Still, there's going to be a lot of work. I feel sorry for Aurora. Still... I'm leveling like crazy. By the time six months pass, I should be ready for Babel's Tower." Giving his arms a stretch overlooking the terrace of his room, Altair yawned, flopping onto his bed.

"A quick nap, and I'll go tease... Syris."

He was awoken by the faint disturbance of someone poking at his cheek. He moaned, turning the other way.

"Art... what the hell? You don't even like sleeping, " muttered Syris, giving his shoulder a shrug, "oooiii, teach me that sword art move. Ooooiii"

Altair groaned, opening his groggy eyes, slowly coming into focus. He nearly jumped, finding Syris layered in so many trench coats she looked like a giant bowling ball.

"What the hell? Syris?"

It had taken him a while to catch on as he erupted into laughter. "Oh shit! Did you seriously put all that on just to come train with me?"

"in my defense, " said Syris, flaring her nostrils. " You can't be trusted."

"I'm offended," replied the Prince with a posh undertone. "the only things I can see are your fingertips and face. I bet you can't even grip your dagger." Experience new tales on M V L

"Can too! It's... it's just a little more difficult to—"

"take it off. All of it."

Syris's cheeks flared into two puff balls as she hopped off the bed, slowly rolling into a wall.

"... Need help?"

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"you sure because it—"

"I got it..." She muttered, asking herself why she was even here in the den of night.

'I should just go... it was inappropriate for me to be here anyways. If Ren saw me, what would she even say?'

"You're making that face again. What useless thoughts are you having? Hurry up and get changed. You already woke me up. No turning back now. Don't you know it's a sin to wake up a man from his slumber? Especially a future king?"

Wiggling herself out of a few layers, Syris rolled her eyes at him. "again. You don't even like sleeping."

"I get sleepy whenever I use Ashen Blood. It's a minor drawback," he explained before helping her shed a few more layers. By the time they were done, Syris was in her battle robes.

"See? Much better."

Nervously, the young girl sat up, tightening her robes with a crooked smile.

Quick to sense the nervous tension running across her shoulders, he laughed. "Relax. It's just training. We did it a bunch back in the Lake of Rot."

"We were blindfolded. You couldn't see anything."

The young girl practically swallowed the entire glass, gasping for dear life, only to realize the slight buzzing of the wine against her tongue. "It's good!"

"Of course, it's good. I drink it, don't I?" The Prince sat beside her, savoring his glass. He stole a glance, observing the way her soaked robes clung to her skin.

"Hmmm. Another."

"It's strong. Be careful, or you might just end up spending the night." he teased, pouring her another glass.

Syris only stuck her tongue out. " You wish."

"Or perhaps you wish it."

"I would never betray Reina like that. You remember her, right? I noticed it before... but you don't talk about her. Why? In the nine years we were trapped, you brought her up four times."

"I don't like to think of Ren... it makes me antsy, to say the least. My emotions don't die down anymore. So everything I feel for Ren typically comes back all at once, usually resulting in..." He pointed towards a large bulge threatening to tear through his trousers.

Syris felt her stomach dipping as a knot caught itself in the back of her throat. And once again, her heart began to hammer against her chest.

"Then the time you attacked me..."

"Now, that was hardly an attack, Said Altair mildly. " As far as I remember, your cunt was as wet as a—"

She covered his mouth, spilling the wine. "Don't you dare say it!"

Altair ignored the way she had mounted him in order to cover his mouth, merely sliding a palm over her supple waist, claiming a small victory she couldn't even see just yet.

"That was humiliating."

"How so?" He said through the gaps of her fingers. "It's just us here. That was probably the best time I ever had in the Lake of Rot. Oh, I lied. Didn't we also kiss that one time..."

Syris's arms began to tremble. "That...That...that... was because I was nearly going crazy! Ok! You weren't talking to me. It was hell! For an entire six months, you refused to even look at me.

I'm sorry if I had a mental breakdown. But That place... That hellhole was maddening!"

Tears had begun to fall as Altair cupped her cheek, bellowing a great sigh. "You know why I did that."

Leaning her head onto his chest, Syris shuddered for a while before peeping up at him. "I still hated it. And I hated you for a while."

"Do you still hate me now?"

She nodded.

"Liar." he chuckled, flicking her nose.

"Ouch!"

Holding her by the waist, Altair suddenly snickered. "You're a bad kisser, by the way. No tongue or nothing; I was rather embarrassed for you. "

"You arrogant piece of shit!" she snapped, hammering her small fist against his chest.

And without warning, Altair pressed his lips against hers, drawing her in as his palm pressed the back of her head.

Syris struggled for a bit, jerking her head back. "Ren... I...I..."

Once more, his lips touched against her, his tongue invading her mouth as she squirmed breathlessly, melting into his arms like a fawn in the presence of a tiger.

Syris closed her eyes, giving herself to him if only for a night.