The appearance of Amethyst and her squad proved to be a blessing in disguise. I haven't really had a lot of time to work on my projects after the whole fiasco at the castle. Sure, I managed to find some time to get shit done, but it wasn't nearly as much as I had hoped for.

I'll be the first to admit that I may have been hovering over Emery's shoulder a bit more than usual. After the whole attack, well the thought of leaving her side made me ill. It may have not been the most logical decision, but fuck logic. My fiancé was almost raped and abducted. I wasn't going to let her out of my sight unless I had a hundred and ten percent certainty that she was safe.

Thankfully, Marcus had actually been a big help with that. Normally he just made sure the staff were in working order, and often worked outside the castle and out in the castle grounds. However, he had been at home with his family when the attack happened. The guy was apologetic as all hell when he heard about what had happened. He's a combat specialist, used to be in the army, so he assumed that he would've been able to help.

Personally, I was actually glad he had been home with his family. I already had a few staff deaths on my conscience, and I didn't want to add the head butler to that list.

However, now that Rana and Evanora were here, I felt a bit more secure leaving the castle. Evanora may not be a direct combatant, but she was a damn good healer with those potions of hers. And Rana, despite her Rana-ness, was actually pretty good friends with Emery. Plus, she was a strong swordswoman. So, no way she'd let anything happen.

I shut the heavy iron door behind me, walking into my newly created dungeon. I had another floor added to the Crafting Table, one specifically for keeping the twenty or so prisoners I had captured from the invasion. Or as the paper had taken to calling it, The Blue Blood Massacre. Despite the massacre in the title, the paper itself was actually pretty positive about my actions. Made sense, considering how much I forced that bias onto them without them realizing it.

The prisoners stared at me, fear in their eyes as I walked through the dungeon. They each had their own cell, a small stone room with a single hole for their shit and piss. Of the original twenty, only ten were left alive. The rest and all died, whether through my torture and experiments, or through some other means. Sickness and starvation being the most common.

This probably violated some form of human rights, but the moment they stepped onto my land was the moment they forfeit those rights.

Unlike the other bodies, I actually didn't cremate the ones of those that died here. With the others, it was out of necessity. The curse on this land made it so that the dead would rise at night. As such, cremation was the most popular and accepted form of burial. Just burn the body to ash and either bury it, or put it in a jar and leave it in a hall of the dead.

These bodies however, had another purpose. Five of them had been allowed to turn into zombies, which were then put in a gated pit. The other five were put in lapis and emerald coffins, so that way the emeralds could absorb the ambient magic and store it in the lapis, stopping the death magic from turning them into undead.

The reason was simple, wanted to get into bio engineering and eventually, chemistry. In order to do that, I needed some samples. First the living, then the dead, and then the undead. I did have an overarching plan for this. You see, my golems are great and all, but they lack sentience. They're stiff, and static. So, what if I were to apply my knowledge on golems and minions, and turn it towards the creation of homunculi?

Not just homunculi, but super homunculi. If I were to mix the effects of lapis potions, gold blood vials, and other physical enhancements type potions, would I be able to create a super soldier serum? Well there's a chance that I could, theoretically anyway. And that's all I need. So long as it can work theoretically, Gentleman Scientist will give me that extra oomph necessary in order to make it so.

Of course, I had to test out my lapis poisoning cure first.

I summoned one of the cures to my hand, stopping in front of one of the cells. I had to be very specific with which cure I gave to who, considering that gold blood was involved. So each cure was specific to one person, and using it on anyone else would leave some serious damage.

Entering the cell, I slowly stepped forward. The manlet tried to craw away, but the small cell and his weakened body made that futile. He whimpered instead, curling up into a ball and going into the fetal position.

His attempts at protecting himself were useless, as I just grabbed him by the hair and forced the injection into his neck. Despite my rough treatment of him, I was very precise as to where I stabbed him. Injecting the gold, blue, and red liquid into him. His body began to squirm, and he screamed in agony.

I expected this much from it. After all, it was made with gold blood and a bit of lapis potion. The two of the combined should force him to undergo the Illager transformation once again, only this time the gold blood should prevent the lapis poisoning from taking place. Thus, leaving them with all the benefits of the potion, and none of the downsides. Well, except being unable to generate magic. That I couldn't fix yet.

His skin changed color, going from an unhealthy pale blue to a more normal peach color. I could no longer see his veins, and he looked far less sickly. Not only that, but he still had his magic. Score.

Now for the final test. I summoned a homemade lapis potion, uncorking it and gripping the man's face. I forced his jaw to open, and poured it down his throat. He dutifully drank it, and I could sense his magic reserves going to full.

For creating a cure for a disease thought incurable, you have gained a skill!

Alchemy

Drugs may not exist yet, but potions do! Use nature's plentiful resource to create potions of great power.

RANK 2 – You can make Uncommon Rank potions. Next RANK costs 20 LEVELS

Did I seriously not have that skill by now? I could've sworn I've had it for the longest. Whatever, now I can create potions at the very least. Then again, I got the skill from a serum. So, maybe it's not just potions but any sort of chemical creation? Or just any liquid scientific creation period? Though I wonder why gold blood doesn't count?

My sudden disinterest in what was going on must've given the guy a bit too much confidence, as he tried to take a swing at me. I didn't bother dodging, letting it connect, and unsurprisingly, I didn't feel a damn thing. His lack of body mass combined with my natural durability meant that he couldn't even scratch me. Well, at least I was justified in this next bit.

Slamming a fist into his jaw, I knocked the beta male out. It was probably fairly damaging to him, but I didn't care. After all, I needed to compare his body to that of one of the lapis poisoned. I already knew quite a bit about that last one, but this should be useful. However, I still needed to kill him before using Structural Analysis to learn his biological makeup.

As I moved his unconscious body over to the surgical table, I gave a quick glance over to my level count.

Levels: 5

Experience: 7/15

I had spent most of the levels I had gotten from killing all those ex-nobles on some blueprints. Nothing crazy, just some stuff to help me modernize Illimité. Plumbing, electricity, the works. Sure, I could do it myself over time, but I had a lot on my plate as is. No need to spend time designing an electrical grid and sewer system on top of that. Though I still had yet to introduce them to the public. Gotta get to that one.

Strapping the man onto the table, I grabbed my homemade equipment and got to work. The analyzer was the first thing to get pulled out, as I studied his condition and checked on his vitals. So far, he was doing better than any other test subject I've had yet. He had the increased physical condition of someone who was lapis cursed, without the downsides. Finally, the cure was a success.

He groggily opened his eyes, panicking as he realized that his limbs were bound. It was a good thing I didn't need him alive anymore, since trying to operate on him while he was jerking around would be annoying.

Fortunately for him, I needed his body in decent condition. So, I simply grabbed a scalpel and slit his throat. Pushing him on his side, I let the blood fall onto the floor rather than the table. Didn't want that getting dirty.

Once I was certain he was dead, I placed my hand on him and used Structural Analysis.

Everything about the carcass in front of me flashed through my mind. From the time of death, the leftover chemicals within the brain, and even the surprisingly low fertility of the man. Very gross.

The lights in the room flickered, before shutting off entirely. Blue orbs fire began to float around the room, and the temperature dropped. Finally. "Daria, you're late."

Daria scoffed, rolling her eyes as she sashayed over to me. Her gaze fell onto my prisoners, and a smirk wormed its way onto her face as she realized who they were. "You don't have to be so anal about it, at least, not this way. Besides, you're the one who invited me here. Nice dungeon by the way, though it could use more BDSM gear."

I snorted. "I disagree. Besides, all of my gear is up in the bedroom. Emery is a big fan of it."

The entire time we were talking, I hadn't looked away from the corpses in front of me. My hands were working diligently, dissecting the body and carefully removing the organs.

Daria stood over my shoulder, watching in a grim fascination as I worked. "I had a feeling. So, why did you call me over? I doubt it was to have kinky blood sex, sadly enough."

Ah yes, that. The entire reason I had called her over in the first place. "Tell me, what do you know about sorcery? And can it be learned?"

It was a question that had popped up after I began working on homunculi. You see, I couldn't actually do it. Homunculi were just far too magical for me to science my way through it. The only other choice I had was to try and use cloning, but that would take too long and be far less effective. Not only that, but I needed a way to push memories into the homunculi, so that way I wouldn't need to spend years teaching them the basics. And from what I have at my disposal, science just can't do that.

Oh sure, I could find blueprints about memory copying and transfer, but there was an issue with that. The memories would have to come from somewhere, and then the homunculi would begin to behave exactly like that person. I couldn't push memories into them without forcing a personality onto them, not with science. I really didn't want the homunculi to behave like me. I get enough of that from Daria.

Which is why I was asking about sorcery. I knew for a fact that it was possible to implant memories of technical skills and concepts, without forcing a personality on someone. Hell, considering what I know little I know about my own origins, I could probably classify myself as a homunculus.

Though that was getting into semantics over what's a clone and what's a homunculus. I'd have to figure that out later.

The easygoing expression on Daria's face vanished as a more serious one took its place. "Sorcery is a lost art, and even the magic used my evokes wouldn't be classified as sorcery. Those spells use formulas in order to produce the desired effect. Sorcery on the other hand, is a mixture of willpower, imagination, and logical thinking. To make a flame with spell casting, I'd need to understand how the fire exists. The process going on, and the properties of said fire. For sorcery, I'd need to understand the concept of fire, and how I'd make it. Plus, sorcery is far stronger than spell casting, since the latter is just an attempt to copy the former with subpar magic. And as for teaching it, yes and no."

I hummed, mulling over her words. It made sense, since that's the same trend I saw with runes and sigils. Only this time, spell casting is far less effective. The only reason Evokers can probably use spells is because Darian probably taught them. And even then, their arsenal is weak and unvaried. "What do you mean by that exactly? Can it be taught or not?"

She leaned against the table, giving me a halfhearted glare. "I was getting to that. Sorcery is peculiar in the sense that not everyone can use specific sorceries. There are affinities, which dictate what kind of sorceries one could use. Attempting any other sorcery types will always end in failure. A fire sorcerer will only be able to use fire, if that helps."

It was an intentional hook. She wanted me to ask a specific question, and I'll be damned if it wasn't effective. "And how would someone find out their affinity?"

That must've been exactly what she wanted, as she smirked and through her hands to the side. "Well for us, that would be easy. We can use sorcery that pertains to our Influence as Aspects of Destruction. I can control monstrosity sorcery, for example. So, what's yours?"

Damn it, I still didn't actually know mine. I was just working off of the skills given to me by the system. "No clue."

"What."

I blinked, turning my head to face Daria. She looked… confused. Shocked even, like she couldn't believe what I had just told her. "I said that I don't know mine yet."

Any semblance of nonchalance was gone from her posture. She began to pace around the table, biting on a finger. "That's not possible. Your magic is already unlocked, you have powers to call your own. How is you influence not unlocked already?! You should be a normal human until it awakens, and yet you're already able to use magic?!"

Okay then? "So, I'm assuming that I might have skipped a step then. Care to explain what the issue is exactly?"

She stopped pacing, her frustration clear as she stomped up to me and jabbed a finger to my chest. "The issue is that it makes no sense! We Aspects of Destruction may not have many rules, but the ones that do exist are never broken. Our powers always come with ironic downsides or caveats, we always have the urge to give into base desires and conquer, and we are our Influence. Our entire existence is based on that Influence. From our powers, to our desires, and even our personalities somewhat. We are the living embodiment of our Concepts of Influence."

I can kind of get the ironic downsides thing and the whole conquer desire, but the last bit? No clue. "Well, I don't see how my powers relate to my hidden Influence yet. I mean, how does creating things relate to destruction? And even then, how does your blue fire relate to monstrosities?"

She clasped her hands together and audibly groaned. "It's conceptual dumbass. Looking at your abilities at face value is just going to leave you confused. And as for my flames, I'm also a goddess, Seven. Those Abyssal Flames are a part of my realm and dominion."

Right, that checked out. Still, conceptual? Looking at my powers from a conceptual standpoint would just leave me confused. I mean, how do you even think conceptually?

Regardless, it looks like sorcery is off the table until I awaken my Influence. That also means that my homunculi research is going to be slowed to a crawl.

I waited for Daria to calm down, her frustration leaving her body as she took deep breaths. It would probably be best to change the subject. "So, how are the kids doing? Are they adjusting to a semi-normal life well?"

That seemed to do the trick, as a far more affectionate expression dominated her face. "There were some issues at first. The kids were too used to beatings and would flinch whenever I raised a hand. Though with some subtle mind manipulation and tender loving care, I've been able to get them to open up. Merritt's there too, and she's been having a blast with all her new siblings. You should come visit!"

She seemed to notice my hesitation which the idea, and quickly elaborated. "I won't try and seduce you while you're there, mostly. And if it's Merritt you're worried about, I did my best to suppress the memory of your… less than stellar actions against her."

Hit the nail right in the head with that one. I didn't want to accidentally give the poor girl a heart attack, since she seemed deathly afraid of me last time, I saw her. "Perhaps I will. Though I'd probably bring Emery. She gets weird whenever she sees a kid these days. Not in a bad way! She just gets really affectionate and starts babying them."

That got a laugh out of Daria. "Course she is. The girl is thirsty for that Artifice cum, not that I can blame her."

And she's made it weird again. "Don't be gross Daria. Anyway, I'm assuming you'd like me to make your adoption of the kids legal. Or maybe open up an orphanage or something. You know, do your part to keep orphans off the street."

I kind of needed her to say yes. All the other orphanages had been run by the Gentry, and were probably used to select slave candidates. Ive been funding them myself for a while, but it's fucking expensive. If I can convince Daria to open up an orphanage in the mansion she claimed for herself, I'd be saving a lot of money.

Thankfully, the idea seemed to resonate with her. "Ooh, I like that! Though if I'm going to be running this Orphanage, I require two things. A noble name, and for you to publicly introduce me as your big sister."

She didn't need those in the slightest, but I wasn't going to deny her. Even if I really wanted to deny that last one. "Fine, though I'm not going to be calling you Daria Artifice."

A snort escaped her lips, and she waved her hand dismissively. "I figured. Besides, I doubt Emery would appreciate not being the only Lady Artifice. No, I was thinking that you'd call me, Daria Lovecraft."

Her eyebrows waggled at that, and I knew she could sense my disappointment with the name. "It's not as clever as you think it is."

Once again, she waved her hand dismissively at me. "You just have no taste, little brother."

Damn it, she was never going to stop calling me that. Now everyone is going to think that my "big sister" wants to fuck me. And they wouldn't even be entirely wrong. "I hate you sometimes, I really do."

Her only response was to give me a smug smile, and vanish into the shadows. Now I was alone in the dungeon. Alone, with several mice that I still need to test on. After all, I still had a legendary artifact that I needed to extract from one of them.

What fun.

…

Emery groaned as she trudged through down the stairs. Ever since she woke up, her body had been feeling like it was made of iron. She just felt so tired, which was weird considering she had gotten a full night's sleep. Not only that, but she even felt nauseous too, so she couldn't even eat her sickness away. It was doubly upsetting considering how hungry she felt.

Her hand grasped the library door and pulled it open, giving a halfhearted wave to its occupants. Darius and Evanora were in the middle of a game of UNO, with Darius pulling ahead.

He turned his head to say hi to her, only to notice her condition and enter protect mode. "Em, are you alright? Dumb question. How are you feeling? You can lean against me if you feel tired."

Normally she'd be mildly annoyed at his overprotectiveness, but it was actually appreciated this time. Ignoring Evanora's amused snort, Emery pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning against Darius' shoulder. She hummed slightly, enjoying the warmth coming from his body.

An arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. "If you're still feeling sick when this round is over, I can grab my equipment from my lab and take a look at you, to see what's up. You okay with that?"

She nodded against his shoulder, closing her eyes and snuggling up to him. Not that she was able to enjoy it for very long, as Evanora's voice caught her attention. "I can do it myself if you want. I've got the equipment in my hat, and I am a certified healer."

Her eyes cracked open, and she gave Evanora a pleasing look. "If you don't mind it, I'd love that."

Evanora stood up from her chair a walked over, taking her oversized hat off of her head. Her hand reached inside and brought out what looked to be a mirror, though it had no back and she could see through the glass to the other side. Taking the strange mirror, she moved it up and down Emery's body and watched as it flashed a series of seemingly random colors.

Reading the flashes to herself, Evanora gave Emery and smile. "Right, so according to these, you have three days to live."

Panic set in, and Emery began to hyperventilate. Three days? That's too short! There wasn't enough time to experience everything she wanted to experience! Oh gods, Darius is going to be a wreck! She turned to face him, tears in her eyes as she held him tight. Though strangely, he only stared at Evanora with a mildly annoyed expression. "Really Eva? That's just mean."

It took a moment for her to realize what he meant by that. Once she did however, she swung her head over to her friend, puffing her cheeks in anger. "That wasn't very nice of you Evanora."

The woman just raised her hands up in surrender. "In my defense, I didn't actually think you'd fall for it. I mean, I don't think I've ever gotten anyone with that old trick."

Cheeks red, Emery cleared her throat. "Well, whatever. So, what does it actually say?"

Evanora blinked before she snapped her fingers in realization. "Ah, totally forgot about that. Yeah, you're pregnant. Makes sense really. I mean, the mood swings, the morning sickness, the cramps, the weird cravings, and even the insanity that is your boob size right now."

Oh, was that all. Oh. Oh! Emery's mind began move at a hundred miles a second. It was finally happening! She was finally pregnant! Well, she's probably been pregnant a while. But at least she knew now!

Her gaze fell onto Darius, as she tried to gauge his reaction. Though that was a bit difficult, considering his expression didn't betray much. Instead, he just stared down at his cards. He didn't move or anything like that, he just… stared.

He might be in shock.

Reaching in front of his face, she snapped her fingers a few times. That seemed to do the trick, as he snapped out of his stupor and looked towards her with a dumb expression on his face. He blinked, before he managed to actually get out a response. "You're a… you're pregnant. That's… woah."

Sadly, he was still stuck on stupid at the moment. But that was fine, since she would be excited enough for the both of them. Emery threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, a huge smile threatening to split her face apart. It took a while, but eventually Darius wrapped his arms around her as well. His embrace was strong, and yet was softer than you'd expect from him. He held her gently, almost as if he were afraid she might shatter.

It was nice.

An over the top cough brought them out of the moment, and they both turned towards Evanora. The woman had a book in her outstretched hand, offering it to them. Darius reached forward and took the book from her, showing the cover to Emery.

Magic and It's Effects on Pregnancy. At least it got straight to the point.

Evanora then gave them a genuine smile, clasping her hands together. "I figured you might need it, considering how often Darius is working with magic. It might be useful to know, since magic can really make pregnancy weird. Especially for Forestkin. Anyway, I'll let you two be alone for a bit. Congratulations by the way."

With that, Evanora made her way out of the library, leaving Emery alone with Darius. She cleared her throat, looking Darius in the eye with newfound embarrassment. "So uh, you finally done panicking?"

He blushed, a rare thing to happen to the man, and clears his throat. "I'm fine. It's just… quite the news to take in. Why don't we look through the stuff in the book? It might be important to know now rather than later."

Ah, when push comes to shove, he always turns to books for the answer. It was a bit nerdy of him, though it was hypocritical of her to think that. "Sure thing. To be honest, I don't really know a lot about pregnancy in general. Other than how to get pregnant, of course."

That may have been the wrong thing to say, as now her thoughts were filled with filth. A few of the more spicy memories threatened to get her hot and ready to go right then and there. Geez, this was almost as bad as whenever Darius used his charm voodoo to make her more sensitive during sex.

Not the best thing to think about.

*Oogitty Boogitty, here comes some lewdity*

She did her best to focus on the book, reading page after page with him. Unfortunately, her arousal refused to cool down. Instead, she became extra aware of how Darius' arm wrapped around her, and how his large body could hold her down with ease. Really, he could lift her up and throw her around like a doll if he wanted to. And then there was his reinforcement thingy, which he had used every now and again to make his dick way bigger so that he could-

"Oh wow, Evanora wasn't kidding about Forestkin acting weird during pregnancy. Damn, your people are really horny for some reason. Apparently your libidos skyrocket to an insane degree, and you'll start leaking an alluring aura around you, arousing those who you're attracted to. This next bit is my favorite though. Apparently, your breasts are gonna grow a lot, and will probably stay that way, because of reasons. Don't know why, but I am definitely not complaining."

He turned his attention away from the book and onto her, a concerned look in his eyes. "Emery? Are you okay? You look a little red, and you're breathing is heavy. Damn it, are you feeling sick again? I can carry you upstairs if you- "

She shut him up with a passionate kiss, shoving her tongue down his throat. He was surprised for all of five seconds, before his switch was flipped and he began to kiss back. The strength and fervor in which he kissed her made her feel weak, and she relented control over to him.

Her hands worked their way up his body, finding the top button of his shirt and unbuttoning it. She could feel his muscles through the shirt, and she pulled herself closer to his body.

As she did that, his hands moved south and cupped her ass. She moaned as he squeezed her cheeks, pulling her even closer to him. Her breasts were now squished into his chest, and her hands had just finished unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed the clothing off of him, relishing in the feeling of his bare skin against her hands.

His hands moved up from her ass to the end of her oversized house shirt. He gripped the shirt, pulling away from her as she lifted her arms up. The shirt was pulled up, letting her breasts bounce free in the open air.

They weren't left alone for very long, as soon his mouth had clamped onto one of her nipples and began to suckle on it. She held his head in place and moaned lustfully, grinding her hips against his crotch.

Pulling away from her breasts, Darius starred her in the eyes, his gaze clouded by lust and desire. Experience told her that he was demanding her permission, as he wanted to hear her say it. And she would happily oblige.

Leaning towards his ear, she whispered her every need to him. "Please Darius, slam me on the table and fuck me. Use me like a toy, and pound my needy pussy."

The swearing always got his motor going, and he attacked her lips once more. He suckled on her tongue, and pulled on her lip as they passionately made out. His hands found their place on her rear, and he stood up, lifting her with him.

Clearing off the desk, he slammed her back against it and continued to kiss her. His hand snaked their way into her shorts, and he toyed with her pussy. She practically gushed as he played with her, soaking both his hand and her shorts.

Darius pulled back, pulling off her shorts as he did so. Her sex gleamed in the light, her cum leaking onto the wooden desk. He unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor as he revealed his rock hard erection.

Her core throbbed as he stepped forward, pinning her arms against the table with one hand and groping her breasts with the other. Practice made perfect, and he barely needed a moment before his head found her entrance. He stared her in the eyes, pushing the tip in before pulling it out just as quickly. He was teasing her.

Her frustration took hold, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him inside her. She gasped, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she felt a satisfying fullness in her core.

And so, the library was soon filled with the sounds of orgasmic moans and grunts, the occasional scream of pleasure echoing throughout the castle.

*Lewdity Over*

…

This was it, the endgame of her plan. Truth be told, things had gone far better than Lilith ever dreamed they would. First she meets her target, then said target orders a cake from her, and then she managed to get her hands on everything she was going to need.

The cake itself was almost done, since she had needed to wait for the chocolate to come in. It should be ready for tomorrow, just as she hoped.

Of course, she had done more then just bake. For one, she had done some stalking near Castle Edith, checking when the occupants left the castle. Darius was usually out during the morning and afternoon, coming back in the evening. The woman with the large hat often left during the late afternoon. The maid and the girl her age often left in the late morning or early afternoon, coming back some time during the evening. Her target stayed in the castle almost all day, with the occasional trip to the outside with Darius or one of the other occupants.

So, her time was set. Show up in the late afternoon with the cake. She'll be let in, and then she'd be able to lead the wench towards a secluded area and attack. Perfect plan.

Her fingers twitched with excitement, and she gripped the knife in her hand tightly. Once the bitch was dead, she would hide the body and prepare herself in the master bedroom. From there, Darius would show up and she'd be able to give herself to him.

However, she was worried. What if he questioned where the harpy was? That would put a hamper of things. That was why she spent every last silvet she had on the final item necessary for her plan.

An airborne aphrodisiac.

All Lilith would have to do is smash the bottle on the floor and enjoy herself as Darius took her. From there, he'd realize what a great match the two of them were and would accept her as his loving wife.

It was perfect, foolproof even. The only obstacle would be the castle staff, but if she were careful, she should be fine. Once that forestkin slut was out of the picture, everything should start to go her way.

She could guarantee it.

…

Oh wow, Emery has the pelegrino! Who could have seen that coming? To be honest, if you didn't see that coming, then you should've paid more attention to Sex Ed. It was obvious, and I wanted it to be. No point in trying to hide something that's been foreshadowed, and even explicitly said, for ages. Though with the introduction of the Allure thing, I could already see a few of you rubbing your thighs together in excitement over the Harem possibilities. If only Emery knew that she was actually bi.

Onto our review of the chapter:

"Great chapter :)

By the way, does forearm in mean elf? I feel like it does but I don't think u ever said so.

Also the concept of a Poly three way with our new Yandere is kinda wierd. One the one hand, hell yea. On the other it'll be a tad wierd for darius's character. Idk do what u want

Also, I binged this story in two days, and i mean that as a strong compliment"

My spellcheck is having an absolute field day with you right now. Anyway, there were a few parts that I was a bit confused on, like the "forearm in mean elf". Though that was actually the only thing now that I think about it. A head scratcher that one. As for the whole Lilith thing, it would be weird for Darius to initiate something like that. I have a plan for that, so don't you worry.

Also, a very specific shout out to Remzal, and for him being a fucking glowing brained god.

This has been A Decent Hoonter, and I definitely won't be naming this chapter Goatfucking.