Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 99: Brand of the Incubus II

"It's you! The bastard defiling my daughter!" Came the deafening cries of Leto, tearing Altair off his feet by the throat as he awoke once more within the Second Layer of Hell, Irkalla. His soul pulled from his body before he knew what happened.

Panic followed by dread came crashing into the Young Lord's mind as he felt his windpipes closing and his feet kicking back and forth, scrambling to get himself free.

"Lord Leto, please release my master's spawn. Wrath is one of his divinities, you know. "Aynaet de Asmodeus reminded Leto, grinning. She rose from her throne. The very one Altair once saw his Father upon.

"He defiled my daughter!"

"The boy is a virgin," Aynaet assured him, giggling to herself. "I can literally smell it on him. Now, release him. You've more to lose than your daughter's virginity if Altair is harmed."

Leto sneered. "You know you devils don't scare me." He said but still released the boy. "I've fought my share of Kings."

"I'm sure you have," Aynaet said without impression. "But don't you have anything else to do, Duke Leto?"

"Don't call me that." Leto snapped, grimacing at the title forced upon him to save his wife by Arsene when he was at his lowest. Hunted like a dog, Leto, gripping his wife, entered the Second Layer, gaining an audience with Arsene using Luna's name. But that was all his relationship with the Goddess of the Moon got him. If he wanted Erela safe, he had to bend a knee.

And so he fell upon his knees towards the Second Monarch and was made to bow.

"Yes. Yes." Aynaet teased. "Give the Young Master some pictures of Erela and go. We've got a border to secure."

The Duke Leto grimaced but nevertheless shifted his gaze back to Altair. His once furious expression was now of weariness.

Altair found Duke Leto to be a large man with wolfish eyes with, short dark blue hair, over a toned figure, and a stubble beard filled with grays.

"Kid..." Duke Leto muttered, opening his palm as a golden node of light flooded down into Altair's palm, only to vanish. " Give this to Reina. And... take care of her for me. OK?" He patted his shoulder, taking his leave, seemingly aging a few decades.

"What is going on?" Altair finally asked, clenching his fist. "And what's happening with Ren's dad... he looks–"

"Depressed? Well, hell tends to do that to people. Ancients are quite a peaceful race despite their powerful physiques. They hate mindless killing. And that's all Leto has been doing since he gained his title. But we need to secure our borders."

"And who are you?" He finally asked, glaring at the red-haired woman. "I thought my father hated redheads."

"Goodness, no. It's just this red hair keeps sucking him dry each morning and night." Aynaet licked her lips and crossed her legs. " that commandment was to warn of what you're getting into. That Nephilim is going to ride you until your cock is limp and your balls are shriveled."

Altair gaped, so lost for words it brought laughter to Aynaet.

"Young Master, my name is Aynaet de Asmodeus, the second to nine other Kings of Hell. And I am your Father's servant, Knight, and concubine."

"And you brought me here, why?" The young master questioned. He didn't feel comfortable here, beneath that throne of brimstone.

"To aid you, of course." Aynaet rose. "You are the third Young Master, after all. And it's my duty to see you survive. So I'm going to give you my blessing. Nothing special. But it'll help when you need to manipulate men or women."

Suddenly, Altair felt a pair of arms clamp down on his shoulder, sending a jolt of unease down his spine. He turned, finding Aynaet inches from his face, with a glow in her eyes.

"Within the hells, there was once a creature so foul. It took the force of several angels to strike him down as he ran about amongst the humans, pillaging every manner of creature, Be it man, woman, child, dog, or cat. He ran them through birthing millions of progenies. So domineering this creature was when the Heavens learned of it.

They came crashing down into the Hells and demanded the extermination of this subspecies. But in a single stroke, Lord Abbadon of Nexus felled these angels and hung their bodies for all of Heaven to see. Going as far as to gorge their eyes out so that his demons could skull fuck them while their families watched on."

"...Hells." Muttered the Prince.

"Yes. Quite a tail. Furious. The Seven Eternal Heavens took to the Council of Omnis, a court that dictates the Laws of the Myriad Heavens to band this particular subspecies from ever entering the material plane, claiming mortals and most gods would be nothing but thralls before them.

"In the end, it came down to the Mortal Fraction. I'm sure you can guess what happened. The Hells lost. Fearing the Power of the Incubus, they barred their entry. However..." And Aynaet grinned. "As a Knight of His Majesty the Second Monarch, and a King myself... It's well with my right to grant you there, Brand."

Altair heart suddenly went cold as he tried to interject, but the words failed to sound.

"The power of the Incubus is quite something. They are not powerful in a destructive sense. But there is no better devil at manipulating someone's lust than an Incubus. So have fun, my Prince, for when you wake. A new world will be awaiting you."

She touched his brow, casting his vision into eternal darkness.

***

Snapping his eyes open, Altair sprang up, covered in a thick sheen of sweat.

[Fallen Moon Imperfection has attuned itself to the Brand of the Incubus]

[Physical attributes will shift over time.]

(^///^)

[Compulsion Acquired]

Grade: F

Description: Command your will into the hearts of those of a weaker mind, and they shall bend to your eternal will.

A/N: Charisma Check

Feeling his body burning up, Altair grimaced, feeling his mind sway back and forth in a daze of discord at the sudden influx of knowledge regarding the intricate dynamics of his new skill. He groaned, staggering up from his bed, finding Ren locked in her alchemy practice.

[Fallen Moon Imperfection has imbedded the Brand of the Incubus into its skill list]

[Ding]

Fallen Moon Imperfection

Class: Young Prince Lv 25 [First Awakening]

Strength: 28 → 29

Dexterity: 30

Constitution: 47

Wisdom: 49

Charisma:49

Mana: 23

Compulsion [F]

Proficiency: 0 → 12%

Dark Moon Blade [D]

Proficiency: 0.3% → 0.4

Sword Limit: 7

Enigmatic Step [E]

Proficiency: 57%

Eye of Sacrilege [C]

Proficiency: 90% → 91%

Fallen Necromancy [D]

Proficiency: 0.2% → 1.2%

Soul Storage: 31/45

Foresight [F]

Proficiency: 0%

Grave of Night [D]

Proficiency: .01% → .11%

Hands of Nirvana [E]

Proficiency:0% → 2%

Hellish Rebuke [F]

Proficiency: 4%

Infernal Bane [D]

Proficiency: 0.01%

Infernal Lightning [D]

Proficiency: 0.5%

Rune Work [F]

Proficiency: 27% → 37%

Vale Manipulation [F]

Proficiency: 0%

Mana Manipulation [D]

Proficiency: 93.99% → 94%

Ninth Form, Aeron (F)

Proficiency: 0.0% → 80%

Soul of the Indomitable (E)

Proficiency: 0.0% → 34%

Superior Instincts [D]

Proficiency: 93% → 95%