Doku had not lived an easy life.
Once ridiculed and disdained during his young days as a weakling, he had wallowed in his father's shadow for so long as he painstakingly clawed his way to the top to the peak of his fame: leading an entire army of the Underworld against the two other biggest Factions in the realm of the Supernatural.
It was during this time period that he had met the most beautiful woman in his life, he didn't know it then but it would be this woman that would follow him along his path; to the point in time where even Lucifer feared him.
Even when he reached such a level, he had refused to accept any other women, for only one could truly move his cold heart. Malissa would forever be the only Devil that he could ever have the capability to love.
Yet, his love for her was met with contempt and mass disagreement from his family, even the old Satans expressed their discontent with his rebellious wife; a devil who wished for true freedom, who wished to escape from the grasp of the Satans and their rules.
The day she died, every Devil gave a sigh of relief, even her own companions and so-called friends, abandoning Doku to grieve and cry alone in sorrow. It was a day he would never be able to forget.
And it was the day he began to despise their youngest son.
He remembered the day clearly, his cold palm grasping her clenched one, her pain, the birth of his son; it was all too clear. The relief and even joy in the eyes of the Descendants, his surging anger, and the manifestation of his new dream and goal.
The dream his wife had aspired to accomplish till her death had become his own.
It was only upon her death were his eyes truly opened, but he knew he had little chance to accomplish this; he was in too deep, they had too much of a grasp on him and his actions. Out of all the people that existed, he only trusted one with his and his dead wife's dream.
Glancing at his own son from above, he sighed.
'If you saw my actions against our son, what would you think, Malissa?'
And in his blackened heart, he laughed- cold and bitter. He was no great man, and he was even less of a father. This was a fact he had accepted long ago. But now, as he stood before one of the strongest beings he would ever face, killing intent surged forth from deep within his heart.
Because even if his son despised him and will attempt to take his life in the future…
He would protect him, as any father should.
The current Doku exerted his full strength, the aura around him grew increasingly sharper, as if he were an unsheathed sword. Thick and heavy, the aggressive and domineering aura was not to be defied.
His conquering and tyrannical energy rolled off his formidable form in thick waves of pure power, oppressively smothering the air in an atmosphere that few beings in existence could defy.
And one such being was before him now.
Michael, the Favored son of God Himself.
The strongest Archangel of the Heavens took in a deep breath of cold air. His muscles- hand-crafted by the Creator Himself- tensed as faced by the legendary Satanachia Lord. The Holy Energy in the air had little to no effect and neither did the Demonic Energy but the two different types of energy did clash, creating a beautiful array of black and gold.
Down below, the bloody and wounded figures of the remaining Fallen Angels could only watch with reverence and fear; in this battle between two monsters, if they tried to intrude they would only be met with death.
Centuries of experience and countless battles of war made them painfully aware of this.
Standing at the top of the building, Tsuki watched as loud bangs reverberated through the sky, which had now become like a tattered rag which had been patched up with a sew countless times. Waves of golden and onyx energy entangled with each other, loud sounds of thunder and mystical wooshes of wind could be heard.
Tsuki's gaze shone, when will the day come where he could fight at that level? Feeling rather bitter, he demolished this feeling as his gaze hardened. Soon raising an eyebrow, a soft and feminine voice spoke to him.
'Tsuki, we have located the child but there's this… golden energy surrounding him along with the female. We can't get close, it's as if it's repelling us'
Serafall's bold and professional tone exuded inside his mind as he frowned, a golden like energy? What was the source? Yet, as he glanced at the sky, he knew he had already obtained his answer.
During the battle they had waged, countless human lives had been lost, yet it seemed as if Michael was willing to make this sacrifice if he gave the two Sacred Gear bearers protection from the destruction.
While this was logical and something Tsuki would easily do as well, in the eyes of an Angel it was both ruthless and cold; it was something they wouldn't be able to bear doing and might even fall due to this.
Yet Michael was willing to do such a thing, whatever method he has used, it allowed him to prevent his falling.
'Technically speaking, Angels must do everything to prevent the loss of a life, allowing humans to die would cause a burst of emotions that would trigger their fall; their innate kindness is their own downfall… and yet Michael hasn't fallen nor is his power decreasing, is he even an Angel?'
Tsuki couldn't help but have this thought, he has long studied the phenomenon regarding the falling of an Angel. And with a bit of probing, he was able to discover that as long as the Angel themselves don't think of their action as a sin, they wouldn't fall.
So in a way, Michael wasn't an Angel, but a true monster that can display the power gifted from God, and with a cold heart at that.
Tsuki sighed as he transmitted back to Serafall, his bitterness and despair suppressed deep within his heart.
'Stay clear of the energy, if you can't move him, contain him or move his surroundings; just because we can't touch his body doesn't mean we can't move him. Your Ice Magic combined with Ajuka's should be enough. Leave the female'
There was a period of silence as they followed the Satanachia heir's instructions, leaving the male to watch in wonder at the scenery above. Winds raged as buildings crumbled, their peerless power left everyone in awe.
All signs of buildings and glaciers had long since crumbled, being nothing more than rubble and debris; even a casual repercussion of the battle had destroyed their support, leading to Tsuki flying in the air far below them.
He watched with crossed arms, his thoughts unknown to the fellow Fallen Angel spectators.
Waves of pink mist circulated the sky, rampaging through undisturbed as they destroyed the onslaught of Light Runes; Doku stood hovering in the wind as his scarlet eyes shone with ferocity, every twitch of his fingers caused even more mist to be produced.
"You can't hold on forever Michael, so why don't you just give the child to me and we can call it a day." Doku spoke kindly as Michael coldly snorted as shot his hand forwards, beams of light short forth and penetrated the large area of pink like-fog.
Flicking his hand forward, the mist converged and formed a scarlet red vortex that absorbed the attack. In fact, many beams of light met their end like this, while the quantity of the mist from the Power of Dream depleted, so did Michael's energy reserves. Added onto this, Doku's supply could easily be replenished while Michael's source of power couldn't.
Doku's advantage only further increased as time went on while Michael suffered numerous bloody injuries, Doku stood tall like a mountain; domineering and never changing. This caused Michael to eye Doku with suspicion and wariness.
Devils were naturally weaker than Angels, their Light and Holy magic assured this for all of time to come, but God was fair and gave Devil's bloodlines and Demonic Magic as a compensation. Tsuki had his own reservations about this, but he held no evidence to back up his suspicion.
But the truth of the matter was that Devil's were naturally weak to Light magic but if that was the case, then why was Doku so relaxed? Why was his magic suppressing Michael's? Deep fear imbedded itself in Michael's heart.
Doku Satanachia!
This was the name that the Archangel engraved in his mind, rumors and stories have not done the bearded male justice, he was told to be a near Satan Class being that specializes in information gathering.
The wounds inflicted on his pale skin told him otherwise.
Dodging constructs of condensed Power of Dream the Archangel sent spears of light, the two collisions of the two attacks caused a shockwave that even affected those that stood below. The Formation itself began to furiously tremble, the tremors and actions of the two beings were too much.
Quivering and shaking, cracks covered the veil as Michael's expression turned grim, didn't Doku care for the exposure of the supernatural? Why was he using so much of his true power? He glared as he continued to repair the cracks, it was all he could do.
Throughout the fight, Michael has yet to show his full power while in Doku's case he was slowly losing his restraint yet this wasn't necessarily a positive thing for Doku. Glancing at his arm, wisps of black smoke began to emit from it.
Having a callous expression, he quickly suppressed this with a layer of his own power, with this sign he further increased the power of his attacks which startled Michael greatly. As time passed, even more black smoke emitted from Doku's body.
For the first time throughout the match, his expression flickered into worry and concern. While Michael was too busy to notice this, Tsuki with his variety of skills did not. Narrowing his eyes in wariness, he used Observe.
Doku Satanachia
Level - ?
Class - ?
Race - ?
Alignment - Self
HP -?
MP - ?
STR - ?
END - ?
DEX -?
INT - ?
WIS - ?
CHA- ?
LCK - ?
Thoughts/Emotions about you: ?
Reputation: 75/100
Goal: ?
Secret: ?
Anger swelled up within, even after months of hard, dedication and blood, he has yet to achieve the level of which he could casually see all of Doku's stats. In fact, despite Tsuki's immense progression with Observe, only Doku's alignment was revealed.
Even Michael had far more information to give, the only factor that could possibly influence the Observe skill was strength then… just how powerful was he truly? Was the gap between Doku and Michael that big?
Unknown to Tsuki, only one person could accurately answer this.
000
In the current world, there were less than a dozen beings that could proudly claim they reached the legendary Satan Class; they were champions and beings with magnificent tales and legends spread throughout history.
Certainly, achieving such a level required tremendous talent and effort. No one would dare underestimate them and yet, not all of them were proud and joyous with their status; specifically, only one held indifference to his power.
Situated above the veil, standing tall as he gazed down below, with long dark silver hair, akin to dirty snow and cold sharp hazel eyes; the man was naturally known as Rizevim, the sole son of Lucifer himself.
His appearance would cause shock and mass worship in the underworld if he was revealed. Yet he didn't do so and was content with watching the scenery below, a slippery black serpent also hung around his neck, enjoying the view.
Rizevim sneered as he continued to watch. What was the use of holding back? What was the use of caring if the secret of the supernatural got exposed? So what if it did?!
Humans were nothing but livestock waiting to be used, with such weak bodies and no future prospects, why would the Lucifer heir care about them? If the secret was revealed, merely kill all humans who refused to kneel to them!
This was the personality ingrained in him since birth, only with power did one have the right to live, those that were weak had no choice but to submit; the strong rule while the weak shall suffer! It was how it should be.
It was his firm belief and it carried on even into his later years.
It was this belief that led to his disgust towards the ways of the Descendants, they acted arrogantly and yet never truly acted, not once showing the demeanor of a true devil. The sight was repulsive, enough for Rizevim to leave the Underworld.
It was only until he became a Satan Class being did his view on the world change, it was not like it once was. A place that resembled a wild jungle, where the truly strong prosper and become even stronger while the weak lay and wait to be eaten.
All he saw was pitiful political struggle, weakness, and peace.
As such, he searched for a purpose to this life, even with his own strength he could not turn the world into his ideals; he would only be ruthlessly suppressed by all the Factions. Even if the three Descendants held a facade, not truly being Satan Class, they were extremely close.
They could still suppress him with the combined effort of Doku. Viewing the man in question, he could only sight in pity. Hiding his true strength, his true strength, what was the use of living if one was forced to do so?
A strong sense of contempt filled the Son of Lucifer, he coldy watched the battle even as the loud and powerful shockwaves shook his body. Viewing the bearded male with a sigh, the disgust for him vanished.
How could he feel disdain for such a person? A devil who has forsaken their identity for true power! His eyes glimmered at his next thought, his heart pounding in excitement.
'I wonder… if I destroyed this veil, would it be enough for you to show your true power, Doku?'
Just as he had this thought, a voice resounded in his mind, contempt and arrogance embedded in the seductive sounding tone.
'Hmph, showing one's true power so casually is something a child would do, only those that have reached the top would have the wisdom of containing one's self and keep their strength at bay until an opportunity laid before them.'
If someone were to hear these words, what expression would they make? The great son of Lucifer himself was being scolded? Being reprimanded? Belittled? It was too shocking of a sight.
He was naturally known for his ruthlessness, so to see him of all people being berated as if he was but a misbehaving child was shocking.
The son in question only bitterly smiled at the male's voice, glancing at the serpent that coiled around his neck, he stayed silent. The history between the two of them was unknown to every Devil but it would be something the silver haired man would forever engrave in his heart.
Clearly the identity of the snake wasn't simple.
"Either way, he isn't the most important factor at the moment, his son is." The Heterochromia color eyed snake said, its slitted eyes narrowed in thought as Rizevim nodded at his conjecture. Doku's son not only controlled the formation but was even close to the reason why the battle started, the Sacred Gear bearer.
Naturally, due to his limited source of information he had no idea about the second user, the Boosted Gear possessor. This was a matter covered and hidden by Michael deeply, not even the Devil faction knew.
In the entire formation, only three beings knew.
In fact, one of these beings hung around Rizevim's neck. With a low hiss and cold flashing light, the serpent observed the battlefield, its eyes occasionally fixed on the beautiful male Devil.
'Tsuki Satanachia… let me see if you truly are worthy!'
000
Loud booms and shockwaves reverberated throughout the field, dazzling condensed light weaved through the air in an intricate pattern, destroying everything in its path; it was as if a raging dragon roamed free. Slaughtering everything in its way, uncaring for the anarchy.
The weather contorted and changed, the earth trembled, under the mighty force of these legendary beings it could only shrivel up and lower its head. All around the world, earthquakes, tsunamis, and all sorts of natural disasters began to ravage the land; sweeping and killing countless life forms.
Michael could only allow his heart to bleed at this as he fought Doku in heavy clashes, the Formation had no use during this period of time; England had already evacuated underground and as such the Formation was completely destroyed.
Tsuki sighed dejectedly, to make such a formation he expended a lot of his gold to purchase the corpses of beasts needed; to find them all and successfully purchase them, it wasn't easy. Which was why he took so long to set it up even with his attainment.
Many Fallen Angels looked at him with pity, even they would feel immense loss.
Yet, his eyes glowed with intensity, the child was secured along with the women. His father was dealing with Archangel Michael, wasn't now the best time to make a move? To push his plans forward? He would even have the capability of testing out the inspiration he gained.
During the destructive war against Doku and Michael, he had seen a display of countless god slaying techniques; from using power straight from the heavens or shifting matter itself into a different form, they were all viewed by Tsuki with an attentive gaze.
Concerning the technique to change matter, even Tsuki could only watch with awe, Doku had deliberately caused the destruction of the glaciers and buildings to convert them into ethereal fire and used it against Michael.
Caught off guard, Michael suffered his first severe wound!
Burning his radiant flesh off from his limb, Michael endured the pain as he sliced off the piece of flesh; it was no use trying to suppress the flames and within his gaze the torn off skin burned in the air with intensity.
His expression changed, he was indeed right, if he tried to endure it and merely suppress the fire, it would spread to the rest of his body and he would meet a very painful end.
'To think he has such an attainment with fire magic… he could even mix it with Dream magic.'
To create the flames, Doku had used one of the highest forms of Dream magic by converting the matter of the debris into a different form; being able to generate such fire from Dream Magic was terrifying.
Looking at Michael from below, it was indeed a pitiful sight, with drenched and disheveled crimson hair caked in blood, his glossy skin was a thing of the past as wounds and even holes littered his body with blood spewing out. Even more so once one gazes at his twelve wings, with fractures and blood dying them, one would feel their heart tremble in sadness.
Of course, Doku wasn't any worse for wear, with ragged and ripped clothing that stuck to his body and accompanied with his heavy eyelids and he looked like a crazed middle aged man. Black smoke briefly trailed off of his body from various wounds, even with Michael's strength and prestige he had no idea what these signified.
The battle had finally met a stalemate, all the remaining beings couldn't help but give a huge sigh of relief; during the match, they themselves felt as if they were in a battlefield, the slightest of ignorance could cause their death. A single stray attack killed more than a tenth of them!
Only Tsuki's group were unscathed, as for where they were, only Tsuki was aware. Currently Tsuki stood at the forefront of the Fallen Angels, ferocious light burst forth from his eyes as the area was immediately engulfed by his intense killing intent.
The expressions of the Fallen Angels changed but before they could speak or take action, their bodies were sliced in half, the speed being incomprehensible in their eyes; a beautiful silver arc was elegantly done with the movement of Tsuki's body.
The sight would cause one to sigh in admiration, as if watching a heart trembling performance, but it was this same arc that caused the Fallen Angels faces to contort into terror and pain, they had died before they could react; their bodies sliced in half with a single blade in Tsuki's hand.
Tsuki watched with cold eyes as their organs and bodies crashed onto the ground with a loud thud.
[27,234,404 DMG Dealt!]
[Quest Completed!]
[Leveled Up!]
[Loot gained!]
With a single slash, Tsuki had actually dealt with all the Fallen Angels! Even Michael was tongue tied as he saw this, wasn't he the one who was suffering trying to handle them? Then why could he kill them so easily? No matter which angle Michael saw this from, he couldn't comprehend it until a conjecture formed in his mind.
He was hiding such vast strength from the beginning.
Indeed, from the start of the fight Tsuki had fully suppressed his true battle power, even going as far as getting heavily wounded by Michael; he even lowered his regeneration and while he was too busy making sure he got wounded just enough, he could not check the notifications from the Gamer System.
It increased the difficulty of his task countless times. If he failed to calculate how much Hp he had, he might've died. Fortunately, everything went according to plan and even Doku had shown up. Michael having to fight someone within the Satan Class level was within his expectations, as for who it was, he didn't care.
Now Michael was heavily injured, Doku was severely wounded, the Fallen Angels were mere corpses now, and white Dragon Emperor was secured; wasn't this too perfect? With his current strength, he could kill both and obtain their souls.
But…
[Racial Advancement will commence in 30 Minutes]
His luck was too horrible, it was out of his control even with his high LCK stat it would occasionally fluctuate and bring misfortune to him. Of course, even if he wanted to, he currently didn't possess the power to do so.
Who was Michael? A legendary figure that reigned under God himself.
Who was Doku? A mystical being that could shift matter and hold his own against the very first son of God, possessing equal strength to a faction Leader.
Tsuki was very well aware of their true strength, or at least knew enough that they were still holding back; their wounds could be called superficial at best, anymore and they would either go all out and meet mutual death or they would cause another Great War!
Both were things neither desired and as such, they held off from attacking almost as if they met a tacit understanding.
As such, even if Tsuki wanted to kill them, he couldn't, simple as that. Even with his vast array of skills and proficiency with them, which led to the terrifying amount of damage he had done, he had no confidence in dealing with the situation.
[Sword Proficiency] -LVL 2/10 (41%) [Master]
Grants the user ever increasing skill involving all known blades and swords
Effect: All weapons in the user's hand gains a 420% DMG increase
Rarity: Rare
[Weapon Proficiency] -LVL 31/100 (2%) [Master]
Grants the user ever increasing skill involving all known and unknown weapons.
Effect: All weapons in the user's hand gains a 431% DMG increase
Rarity: Rare
His weapon of course was the major reason for such devastating attack power, even after all these months, it was the best weapon that lay in his inventory. It simply couldn't be replaced in the short term, Tsuki would have to forge one himself.
[Kireina]
A longsword crafted by the Soul Magic Novice, Tsuki Satanachia, using the souls of thousands of human turned zombies as the catalyst.
Durability: 10K/10K
DMG: WIS * INT + 400
Rarity: Epic
One could only imagine the damage if Tsuki had used his Demonic Energy Infusion, it would reach a whole new level. It showed how determined he was, by reaching such a level with large amounts of skills, it was truly not easy.
[Demonic Energy Infusion] -LVL 5/100 (37%) [Master]
Infuses the object in the user's hand with their own Demonic Energy, enhancing its capabilities to a higher degree.
Cost: 600 MP (100MP per Hour)
Rarity: Common
Effect: Increases DMG and DUR,STR,DEX by *405
Giving a deep sigh, calling his hardships difficult couldn't even begin to describe the trouble Tsuki had to go through; from snatching the information of the weaker Lords of the Six Houses of Lucifer and practically exploiting the Rebels' situation to creating an intricate system inside his own dungeons. All of it not only required luck and effort but immense talent as well.
Shaking away these thoughts, his gaze hardened as he redirected towards the figures above; he had little time, the stalemate of the two meant the halt of all natural disasters, he wouldn't be surprised if the Angels themselves stopped them.
As such, humans would soon come out, which meant even though they would succeed in their mission, Tsuki wouldn't succeed in his own private one. The fact that he had the completed quest notification was enough to confirm that he succeeded in his mission.
Unfortunately or fortunately, this caused his reputation/affection with the Descendants to reach fifty, which meant his Racial Advancement Quest was completed and he would soon be undergoing a process.
With a rather dejected expression, he flew towards the two Satan Class beings. The action caused their eyebrows to rise, they had been witness to the scene and easily grasped Tsuki's small plot of hiding his strength.
Now, the situation could very well change because of him.
"It's truly an honor to be able to talk with one of your status, Archangel Michael." Tsuki smiled as he hovered in the air, equal to the altitude of said Faction Leader.
Michael couldn't help but inwardly shake his head, this Devil was truly something else, able to grasp at the big picture. Any other Devil with his power would immediately attack, with hope of having the prestige of slaughtering someone of his status.
Yet, Tsuki displayed none of that, it was almost as if he wasn't the one who killed dozens of Fallen Angels at the High Class level with a single slash.
Subconsciously, Michael began to feel wariness against Doku's son, he was so young yet he was able to reach such a level; even as his enemy he felt awe and reluctant admiration.
Doku glanced at his own, his emotions complicated and his thoughts in disarray, of course he was proud of his own son and didn't care for the display of power and slaughter he had seen. Currently, he had no way to approach his own offspring, he felt awkward.
If his friend, Grayfia's father, heard this he would laugh; the great Doku Satanachia was actually feeling awkward! His laughter would echoe for years to come, he hadn't heard or seen such a scene since Doku's wife, Malissa, had still been alive.
Even Michael would find it humorous, one of the strongest enemies he has ever fought was awkward to approach his own son.
Of course, Tsuki took notice of this and used this opportunity to speak.
"Father, I wish we had more time to talk but the mission in hand comes first, I'm sure you know where my group is; please go help them. I'm sure our lords are waiting with patience and excitement." The beautiful male spoke in a gentlemanly tone, expressing warmth and kindness.
It would be enough for women to swoon, even men would find it hard to keep their bearings.
Doku could only sigh and nod, there wasn't anything more needed to be said, the Descendants would want him to prioritize the mission first. But suddenly, Tsuki's warm and unusually kind tone resounded in his ears.
"Ah right, here, you're my father after all; can't let you leave severely wounded."
Going into his Dream Storage, Tsuki pulled out a handful of vials and tossed them towards Doku who caught them with a shocked expression. He of course knew of the contents of the vials, he has seen his group use them but never would he dare believe Tsuki would nonchalantly give him one.
Unlike Tsuki's team, Doku was far more aware of the origins of the potions in his hand. The talent Tsuki displayed in Alchemy and now Formations was too shocking, too monstrous. It was something that would shake the foundations of the Underworld.
The reason being it took hundreds of years for Devils to even reach the Master level of one of the Four Schools, and those were beings that were considered to have talent. For a Devil who hasn't even reached the age of twenty, such growth was unheard of.
So, knowing the origins and knowing his Son had personally made it, Doku was moved as he accepted it with warmth.
Michael was naturally aware of the potions and yet made no move to stop, from an outsider's view this was completely idiotic; allowing Doku to heal would mean death. Of course, in truth the wounds they possessed could be called minor and scrapes at best.
They were only probing each other and even Michael had to relent, he had lost this one. Doku was initially shocked at this attitude before they reached an agreement of a stalemate; this period of silence gave the group enough time to retrieve the child.
Michael gave Tsuki a deep gaze, his emerald pearls that were called eyes locked onto the figure that stood before him; he couldn't help but sight, if such a person was born as an Angel, their race would surely begin to prosper.
+5 Affection with Michael [15/100] for having such foresight
"Now then, I'm sure you know why I'm here." Tsuki smiled as Michael nodded, Tsuki wouldn't be standing in front of him if it wasn't for a serious matter. Tossing a vial to Michael, he easily drank it, trusting Tsuki.
Tsuki's smile widened at this.
Watching the wounds heal on his body, Michael sighed emotionally before looking at Tsuki. This entire battle, be it from the death of hundreds of Fallen Angels to the complete collapse of the Formation, everything was orchestrated by Tsuki since the beginning.
Doing such a thing with his current strength wasn't simple, it made his plans vastly more complicated. As such, he could only use an outside force to work with him.
By using his Formation, he was able to reach an agreement with Michael. If this matter were to be revealed, it would shock both Heaven and the Underworld, a Devil and Angel working together was simply unheard of.
But Michael was more open minded than most would possibly think, by causing fractures in specific patterns and languages in the formation Michael was able to understand; this was the beginning of their agreement.
And now, with Tsuki's display of Alchemy, Michael was deeply moved. Of course, he knew why Tsuki did show his Alchemy skills, he knew this was a scheme. But even if he knew, he would still jump right in, the benefits were too large for him to gaze away from.
"Of course, you want an agreement, don't you? But how will you repay me for suffering severe wounds and even handing you the White Dragon Emperor?"
Tsuki inwardly sneered at Michael's words, he emphasized on his contributions and 'severe' wounds, it was simply to gain more from Tsuki. After his show of potions, Michael naturally wouldn't let him go.
While the loss of the White Dragon Emperor was great, naturally, if the gains were high enough it could be easily accepted. This was something everyone was aware of. Fortunately, Tsuki possessed the ability to give him far more than what he lost.
Michael was very well aware of this, the reason being the supreme potions that Tsuki had given Doku and his group.
Of course he only trusted Tsuki due to his actions of sending his father away, with him gone along with his team, it only left Michael and Tsuki. If the two were to battle in England, the winner was obvious.
As such, with his actions he gained his cooperation, if he hadn't sent Doku away then he would attack and forcefully seize the two Sacred Gear users with his might. Tsuki's plot was extremely risky, many would say it was simply asking for death.
But so what if Tsuki's scheme was risky? As far as he was concerned, the greater the risk the greater the reward. Only a coward would live life without risks, forever doomed to lower their heads to others.
"Haha, of course, how could I be so shameless as to not give remuneration?"
Tsuki spoke as he gave a hearty laugh as he and Michael began to converse casually, from an outsider's perspective it was as if the two were long lost brothers that finally reunited. But this was far from the truth.
The two began to engage in combat.
Of course, it wasn't physical combat, for in that aspect Michael far surpassed him, even the meager and weak display he had shown while fighting Doku could easily wipe Tsuki from existence. If he showed his true strength, even the world itself would have to kneel and tremble in submission.
So no, the two began to fight in a different form of combat. The combat passed down since the beginning of history, verbal combat. The two persuaded, threatened, thwarted, and even rebuked each other countless times.
"Allowing a devil into Heaven, do you know of the repercussions if that were to happen?" Michael chastised the Satanachia heir, who in turn merely gave a pleasant smile in response.
"It's not wise to act ignorant Lord Michael, we both know that while you could bear such consequences; if I were to be found out, it would be a miracle if I wasn't immediately killed or thrown into Cocytus."
Even with Michael's vast experience and talent, in this type of battle he was slowly getting pushed back; one could say Tsuki's risk of contacting Michael and making a deal was truly showing his advantage.
In just a few minutes, Tsuki had verbally beaten Michael back into a corner and had taken control of the direction of the conversation. His youthful, cultured voice sharpened like a knife hidden in plush velvet.
"Seeing as how this brings the most harm to me, while giving you the highest benefits that affect your race as a whole..." Tsuki mentioned, deftly and subtly extorting the archangel, "Shouldn't I be getting a higher form of compensation? If not, are you really going to allow the Angels to die?"
But even if Tsuki could do this, even if he was the top businessman in his old world, rising to unparalleled riches and fame. However, Michael still had his own methods along with the wisdom that came with age.
The wizened archangel's voice was smooth and unruffled in his reply.
"Of course not, I wouldn't ever allow them to die. So merely name your price, Satanachia, and I can satisfy it. But be warned, Heaven is still recovering from the ravages of the war; thus, if your price is too... extreme, I will not be able to offer any aid to you."
At that response and veiled threat, Tsuki sighed bitterly. If Michael had fallen for his deceptive words, he could've pushed him even further into a corner; but instead, Michael had perfectly countered it and even prevented Tsuki from pushing for more.
Even so, Tsuki felt his greed rise up.
It was only until a dozen or so minutes did Tsuki stop, exhaustion swept his body as his head drummed like a heart; the feeling was worse than an intense battle of life and death. For benefits, they had to strive for bigger benefits.
Fortunately for Michael, Tsuki didn't have much time, his time until advancement was slowly ticking and as such he was forced to reluctantly give up some gains to close the deal faster. Of course, in the end they both achieved a satisfactory conclusion.
Yet, both held grimaces and contained feelings of loss, Michael hadn't expected Tsuki's skills and accidentally allowed Tsuki to obtain greater benefits than he would've preferred to; this of course didn't mean Michael and Heaven didn't get anything out of it.
In their contract, not only would Tsuki give hundreds of Regeneration Potions to Heaven, he would have to create formations for them, the list was numerous, ranging from an isolated space formation to store items to concealment formations; of course all information gained from Heaven could not be spread.
Naturally, all materials used would be provided from Heaven so Tsuki didn't need to worry about the cost of creating such large and powerful formations.
Even more so, Tsuki would be forced to stop his killing of Angels. Michael was thoroughly convinced of Tsuki's future growth, it was only a matter of time before he reached Doku's level. As such, he wanted to prevent Tsuki's slaughtering of angels as soon as he could, doing so before it's too late.
There was one more condition, once Tsuki reached a satisfactory level of Elemental Forging, he would be forced to start attempting to create life. Tsuki was aware of what Michael intended and planned to do.
He wanted to use Tsuki to create more Angels!
Indeed, Elemental Forging was the technique used to create the Angels, and knowledge of Tsuki possessing this was common, every supernatural being who wanted to know about him knew.
Of course, since Tsuki was a devil, creating Angels was one of the largest crimes one could possibly do as a Devil. Yet Tsuki didn't care, as long as the benefits were big enough, he would create millions more.
Since the conditions and agreements from Michael were so severe, it was only natural that Tsuki's own constraints matched Michael's.
Michael would be forced to send a thousand human souls every month, with another ten thousand souls from different supernatural creatures. Obviously, this exposed Tsuki's attainment with Soul Magic but this only made Michael want to push for an agreement in the contract. It would be best if he could have such a person under his control rather than be let loose.
Secondly, Michael would have to allow Tsuki to go towards Heaven's library and obtain anything he wants whenever along with all the notes concerning Elemental Forging. Seeing as how this aligned with the Archangel's own goal, he easily agreed.
Of course, certain pieces of knowledge would be swept off of the shelves.
Tsuki showed relief due to this, throughout these few months, he has made nearly no progress regarding Elemental Forging, it was even still in the Novice tier despite his intense training. As such, he could only make use of the current opportunity and try to vastly increase his skill.
Michael would no doubt support him in this, if he could secure Tsuki's loyalty and have him create Angels, it would be absolutely wonderful; the cost of a single Sacred Gear user was paltry compared to this.
Thirdly, Michael would have to protect Tsuki if this contract was to be ever exposed to the Underworld, Tsuki was nowhere near the level to be able to hold off the entirety of the Underworld by himself and as such entrusted this task to Michael; he also accepted this, it was within his expectations.
Finally, Tsuki would be able to freely enter Heaven whenever he so desired. Michael at first argued about this condition, it was too much, he couldn't quite trust Tsuki yet. Even with his own Formation constraint, he would be under heavy watch by the Archangel himself.
But if he agreed to Tsuki's part of the contract then he would be able to move freely within heaven whenever he wished, this was vastly different from merely being allowed to enter to set up formations.
For this, Tsuki placed a treasure in front of Michael's eyes, it was something he couldn't ignore or reject; information. It was info regarding the Descendants and the Lords of different houses, naturally as the second son of Doku he possessed Dream Magic.
With this asset, Michael would be able to get to know the status of the underworld and uncover deep secrets; evidently, his heart was greatly moved by this. After some arguing and silver tongued comments, Tsuki was allowed to freely enter Heaven with a special skill that the Archangel would give him.
Of course, Tsuki could only enter for two days every week which greatly limited him but he accepted it.
Giving a sigh of relief, both Tsuki and Michael had finally finished their contract. In front of said Angel, laid a long golden sheet from Heaven, it was a magical binding contract; if a user violated the terms they would suffer a great backslash, enough to even kill Michael.
It was only until Tsuki signed it did the pressure fall off his shoulders, being so close to a Faction Leader and even arguing with him exhausted his mind and body; he felt increasingly tired.
"Regarding the skill, I will give it to you in a few days at the Big Ben of England, for now return to your Underworld. As for the second Sacred Gear user… keep her."
Michael decided as he spoke, shocking Tsuki greatly but he nodded either way, from this action one could clearly sense the sincerity of Michael. Said Archangel of course wouldn't empower his enemies but he had little to no doubt that Tsuki wouldn't give up the Boosted Gear to the Satans.
He had no worries about Tsuki giving her to the Descendants, he could expose the contract and Tsuki's life would immediately become miserable and as such he wouldn't dare do such a thing; feeling assured, he bid his farewells and flew up to heaven at lightning speed.
Only after the male's sight disappeared from Tsuki's view did he dare relax, the situation he was in was far too dangerous, not even counting the Fallen Angels and scheming against Doku to probe his true strength; just handling Michael and the contract expended large amounts of energy.
In that entire negotiation, Tsuki had been balancing precariously on a knife's edge.
If he pushed for too little, it would have only invited suspicion as Michael would be convinced that it was a plot constructed by the Satans.
But If he pushed for too much, Michael would have merely weighed the price too high, and the negotiations would conclude with a failure, and violence would resume.
Either outcome would have seen him meeting his death at the wrathful hands of existence's oldest and most powerful archangel. But now that Tsuki has revealed his nature, the Archangel would surely think it's possible to recruit the devil to work for Heaven.
At the very least, he would be able to supply them with vast amounts of potions which they could use to heal their number that sustained incurable injuries and disabilities from ravages of the Great War. And should Heaven choose, any further hostilities that they were to undertake as well.
Heaven's hardened veterans of the most terrible war in existence restored back to their full strength? Even an archangel like Michael was tempted.
Closing his eyes, Tsuki sighed as the timer slowly began to tick, even if he was out in the open he had no worries; his familiar was hidden deep and would be able to at least guarantee Tsuki's safety during this mysterious and unknown process.
Tsuki couldn't predict everything, his limited knowledge prevented him from deducing anything significant; even more so due to the fact that his Racial Advancement would be the first in Supernatural History.
As such, he could only make these crude and unprepared setups for his advancement. Taking a deep breath of the cold lingering air, the battlefield around him covered in frost and wisps of rosy smoke, he breathed out as a feminine voice echoed in his mind.
[Racial Advancement will now commence]
Immediate pain shook his body, his knees trembled under the sudden sensation as he gnashed his teeth silently; this feeling quickly began to spread throughout his body like a dangerous virus that destroyed everything in its path.
Under his twitching ears, profound cracks resounded from his body as blood seeped through a few of his orifices; the pain was too shocking, too numbing, it instantly caused his whole figure to drop to his knees.
He could only grit his teeth and endure as his bones began to get slowly pulverized but under his shaky voice, he was able to see that they were being rebuilt just as they were destroyed! Such a process allowed him to gain deep insights.
Unfortunately the situation didn't allow him to delve too deep into his new knowledge.
Eventually, his body completely gave away as it collapsed on the ground, his ragged clothes originally dried from his own crimson warm blood was once again drenched by it; mixing with the cold sweat that was exuded from his figure.
Even with Tsuki's willpower, his body gave one last shake before his consciousness began to sway; it was a pity too, perhaps if he still retained a shred of his awareness he would've been able to see the multicolored snake eyes that were staring at him.
000
Opening his eyes, what met his heavy and tired gaze was none other than the concerned expression of his familiar; Reizoku. Although with his position, he couldn't quite tell where he was, and he soon found out he couldn't even if he wanted.
Even the slightest of twitches would cause a numbing sensation to spread throughout his body, on occasion he would feel a cool sensation drip onto his body and after a few hours it became a common occurrence. From time to time, Reizoku would spill high grade potions onto his body, the further she did this, the more feeling he began to regain in his nerves.
Only after a whole day did he finally obtain movement from his body, so with the loving and concerned gaze of Reizoku on him, he sat up; his head throbbed and his tongue felt numb. It briefly reminded him of the flu from back in his world.
Naturally since he had regained his senses, the first thing he was able to immediately notice was the lack of glasses on his face; he showed some joy at this, it seemed like the advancement of his race got rid of his minor disability which somewhat barely hindered his battle strength.
With some minor joy, he then proceeded to check his own stats which concerned his Racial Advancement. So with a single thought, he opened up his stats and the results more than merely shocked him.
'Stats'
Tsuki Satanachia
Level - 69 (3%)
Class - Mage (100/100)
Race - Great Lust Demon
Alignment - Self
HP - 24,000 [4,800 per half a minute]
MP - 80,900 [8,000 per half a minute]
STR - 300 (8x) = 2,400
END - 300 (8x) = 2,400
DEX - 400 (8x) = 3,200
INT - 400 (8x) = 3,200
WIS - 500 (8x) = 4,000
CHA- 300 (8x) = 2,400
LCK - 400 (8x) = 3,200
Stat - 557
Credits - 12,928,019
Terrifying.
His stats were simply too horrific, they completely doubled and pure raw strength surged within his body, the sensation was addicting and pleasurable; his joy was only increased further as he saw his Mage class.
He has finally reached the peak of mage class and obtained the final skill, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the skill.
[Mana Storage] -LVL 1/100 (0%) [Novice]
Allows the user to store up their mana in a blue ball of their making, indefinitely. Location of this storage doesn't matter, the user can draw from the stored up energy.
Cost: Any MP
Effect: Only one blue ball of storage is created
Rarity: Unique
Shock could be easily seen on his face, with such a skill, as long he had time he would forever have an endless supply of Mana to use whenever. Not only this, but it seemingly had no limit even at the lowest level possible.
In one swift motion, Tsuki's battle power had reached a new level, coupled with his Natural Mana skill and he could be said to have the capacity to rival the energy of those in the Satan Class.
Of course, it was solely in raw energy, as for combat power he was still too lacking.
He smiled, it was indeed worth holding off on choosing class and because he was patient, he would be able to keep the benefits the Mage Class provided. It was the best outcome that could have happened.
Checking his own body, he raised an eyebrow at his status, wrapped in bandages. Tsuki was basically naked; only the bandages provided for a cover but they weren't wrapped to hide his most sensitive area.
Noticing her Master's surprised expression, Reizoku quickly spoke, her stuttering tone laced with embarrassment.
"B-Because your body was undergoing a transformation, we had to undress you and apply special potions that the s-skin could absorb."
She lowered her head, even with her blue skin a red hue dusted her cheeks, it was an extremely cute sight. Tsuki's eyes continued to drag on, from her large plump chest towards her thick thighed long legs, she has gotten even more beautiful and enticing since he had last met her.
An itch appeared in Tsuki's heart, his breathing roughened as he attempted to control himself but it was simply no use, it was almost as if the Insatiable perk was amplified dozens of times. This amplification assaulted him, surging waves of lust attacked his heart and coursed through his devil physique.
Warmth poured from his stomach and heated his body, a wave of nausea and dizziness shot through him along with unbearable hunger; it was a hunger that could only be satisfied with one thing.
Defiance and aggression shone through his eyes as he pushed back the sensation to the best of his abilities. His body even began to tremble, as if resisting some great and mighty force with all his strength until he could no longer contain himself
"Master?!" the slime girl's soft voice called out to him as she saw him struggle, nothing but pure concern for him shining in her eyes.
Concern briefly turned into confusion then into panic as Tsuki's iron-gripped hand roughly pulled her wrist and tossed her onto his bed. And before with no time to retaliate or take action, Reizoku was pounced on.
The heated sounds of frenzied love-making reverberated across the entire property and sent every woman in the estate in feverish blush for the many, many hours that the sounds persisted.
000
Panting from having his 'energy' completely sapped from his body, Tsuki's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, the unconscious and white covered form of Reizoku laying right next to him with a blissful smile.
It didn't take a genius to find out why exactly she had such a satisfied expression.
Of course, Tsuki's trembling form left the body, if he didn't have such control over his emotions he feared he would still be ravaging and taking part of the delicacy known as Reizoku, savoring every delicate part of her body and devouring it all.
Yet, even with his control, he was still susceptible to the raging hormones on his body and fell into it and dragged Reizoku into his bed; it was only after a few hours did Tsuki have the time to regain control.
Tsuki grimaced, unlike his expectation, the feeling didn't fade from his body, the hunger to conquer and dominate women still lingered in his body and even faintly activated when looking at the sleeping form of Reizoku.
He could tell just by this that the feeling wouldn't disappear from his body for a long period of time. He even attempted to use a Supreme Quality potion and yet it had little to no effect, in fact, it even multiplied the feeling.
It was only until he dragged the System from the task he had given her did he get an answer.
Jeez, I'm gone for a few weeks and you've already finished the Racial Advancement?
"I finished it some time ago but when it commenced I fell unconscious, after I woke up I noticed the changes and well… that happened"
Tsuki briefly explained, his eyes gazing at the pillow hug familiar of his, an extremely pleased smile on her face; the system grumbled with jealousy but she wouldn't blame Tsuki since she knew precisely why it happened.
Well, there are seven sins and this Racial Advancement uses one out of the seven as the basis of your Racial Advancement; you got Lust, if it wasn't obvious by the three dripping holes of Reizoku...
Tsuki ignored the immense envy of the System and pondered, if that was the case then what was the difference with Lust and the rest of the sins? Did they give weaknesses as well?
Let me clarify, each sin a certain ability to the user while also giving him a weakness so if you had… let's say Wrath, then while you would get a power like Stronger the angrier you get, you would find yourself feeling pisssed off all the time.
He frowned, this wasn't pleasant news, he could obviously tell what the weakness of his new race was; women. Such a flaw would be detrimental towards his plans, if revealed, Michael would surely abuse it heavily.
Fortunately for you, this is probably the weakest and best flaw, as long as you fully 'exert' yourself every week you should be good. But because you didn't fully 'exert' yourself you still feel its effects.
Tsuki's eyes glimmered, that made it far better, if that was the case then the pros completely outweighed the cons; as for his sexual matter, he could easily handle it with Reizoku or even a few Devil women.
The amount of females who desired to be under Tsuki was more than just a few, nearly every woman desired to warm up his bed. Even those with husbands and children, and if they had the chance to acquire the Dream Magic bloodline even the Lord of the pillars would happily send off his wife to his room.
"Wait, didn't you say ability? What ability did I get?"
Check your skills, it should be there
Following her words, Tsuki opened up his skill menu and was pleasantly surprised to see a new addition.
[Lecherous Touch] (Passive)
Whenever the user has sexual intercourse with another being, male or female, the user will gain a single point increase in all stats.
Note: Can be used indefinitely
Tsuki's eyes practically shone with light, his heart couldn't help but thumb in excitement while the System's heart -if she had one- sank into the abyss; she only knew the details regarding the flaws of the races but had no information regarding the skills.
If she had known, she would've tried her best to tamper with the quest so Tsuki was unable to gain the Great Lust Demon race. She could only sigh regretfully in Tsuki's mind, if he hadn't assigned her such an important task she would've had an opportunity.
Sinking into silence, Tsuki knew he had to change his plans, while a single point might not seem like a lot; this was a single point in all the stats he possessed, along with the fact that they would be multiplied by eight, his strength might reach a qualitative change.
He gave out a hearty laugh, to think a day would come where he actually gained power through sexual intercourse. The thought was hilarious to him but he knew the full value of such a technique; given enough time and Tsuki would easily be able to rival Michael and Doku!
While he was enjoying the prospects of such a thing, the door of the room opened, revealing one of the familiars, the red one who was given a secret task by Tsuki. Standing before the naked male, the red gelatine familiar gave a bow.
"Master, we have successfully captured the female, we currently have her in a formation that restricts her Sacred Gear; we have suffered no casualties and the scheme went more smoothly than planned"
He reported with a feeling of pride, his master was able to set up such a scheme successfully under the eyes of two beings on the level of Faction Leaders. He felt honored to be able to follow such a person.
Tsuki smiled wryly.
Him being given the female was far out of his expectations, in fact, it was the reason why he had brought the red familiar; in case he and Michael couldn't come to an agreement, he would use the remnants of soul magic in the formation to forcefully seize her soul.
He didn't need her, he needed her soul and Ddraig's soul. But things went completely different, Michael had handed her over without a single complaint, such a person was indeed worthy of ruling Heaven.
Of course, this wasn't the only use of Soul Magic in the formation.
Tsuki smiled mysteriously, at the very least, the plan that involved him killing one of his familiars and obtaining their soul was worth it; if one checked, this soul that was in Tsuki's inventory was gone. How? Why?
Calculations flashed in Tsuki's eyes.
The Satans could keep the child, it would guarantee his safety for a period of time but if they thought Tsuki was going to easily give up the benefits that the White Dragon Emperor presented, then they were simply dreaming.
000
Elsha
Darkness
Pure and utter darkness met her gaze whenever she turned her body, she would be lying if she said she wasn't utterly horrified, over time her senses began to jumble up; up and down slowly began to mix.
Her body trembled in fear, her breathing began to quicken as she tried to calm herself. Even when she ran through all her memories, she simply had no idea where she was or how she got there.
Was it the Fallen Angels? Did they capture her? Or perhaps this was what death felt like? An endless abyss with no warmth? The possibilities were endless and as much as she hated to admit, she was an overthinker and the more she thought the more she got horrified.
"D-Ddraig? Are you there?"
Giving out a hushed whisper, no voice responded back to her question as Elsha had the thought of merely curling into a ball, humans required contact; without this they would simply go insane, Elsha was no different.
"A-Anyone?"
She gave a hopeful whisper as only the cold silence of the abyss answered, her expression saddened as the urge to sob grew stronger. The greatest fear of humans was the unknown, the unknown could be said to be the worst enemy of humanity.
And it was this fear and loneliness that the abyss brought that she truly began to feel helpless.
'Please… anyone!'
Just as she shouted this deep into her mind, a piercing light illuminated the abyss and shone down upon Elsha's figure. It was as if a ray of light straight from Heaven had encroached into the abyss and brought down onto her.
Seeing a beautiful male slowly come forth from this ray of light, she nearly burst into tears, it wasn't because of the male nor the intensity of the light; but the wave of relief that flooded her nerves was more than enough of an incentive to cause this emotion.
Shakily walking towards the male, she was embraced within his grasp, her figure being coiled around in his arms; she felt a sense of security around these limbs, she couldn't help but get closer as her head found his neck.
His smooth dainty hands softly caressed her long blonde curls, a soft smile laid on his lips as he spoke; his voice was the personification of what she thought an Angel sounded like, it was simply beautiful.
"Shh shh, everything will be alright"
With those reassuring words spoken in such a beautiful voice, she felt relief wash over her as she finally allowed herself to lose consciousness and pass out into her savior's arms.
But unbeknownst to her, the man before her wasn't an Angel, but the worst enemy of all beings, none other than Tsuki Satanachia himself.
Bonus
8 hours ago
Not too long ago, a certain situation had forced Tsuki into a peculiar… position. With his never ending lust at an all time high, he had grabbed the nearest female -who happened to be his familiar- and immediately pounced on her body.
"How lucky and convenient," Tsuki's voice huskily purred into his petite familiar's ear, "I don't need to undress you."
Soft stuttering breaths escaped the throat of the naked feminine figure, laid out across the bed with her two arms pinned above her head, mewling moans echoed out and reverberated through the room as her master's hand knead and grasped her perky blue breasts, as if molding them in his hand.
"M-master! Please, I'm too sensitive there..." Reizoku whined helplessly from the sparks of pleasure lighting up from her breasts.
With his dexterous experienced fingers and control, he skillfully shaped her breasts under his palm while lightly caressing her light blue tips, the sensation often caused a light moan to escape from her mouth; she was simply a puddle of moans in his hands.
These hazy groans were only amplified as Tsuki's tongue began to circle around the areola, briefly flicking and nibbling the sensitive blueberry colored nipples; at this moment, even if she could do something, she wouldn't. Not only because she was her master but because the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body didn't allow her to.
"You taste better than I thought you would for a slime girl familiar." Tsuki muttered curiously through the lust clouding his thoughts.
Arching her back and spreading her legs further in a whimper, she could distinctly feel the male's bare knee rubbing against her sweet honey pot; the two sensations of having her soft mounds massages and her core pressed against created a mix of numbing delight.
Adding onto the mix were her quivering lower lips, slick glistening juices decorated her inner pale blue thighs, the juices drenching the black cover of the bed and emitting a certain aroma that aroused Tsuki's lustful hunger.
"That sweet scent is so enticing for some reason… I do hope it is as sweet as it smells." Tsuki muttered hungrily.
The scent was difficult to put into words… It was like the mouth-watering sugary frosted glaze on freshly baked desserts or the sparkling sweetness of a freshly unwrapped lollipop. Just begging him to lean in with his tongue and have the first taste.
"M-master not there~"
Reizoku's half-hearted protests were thoroughly ignored in favour of his tongue suddenly pressed against her untouched place.
"Aaaahhhhhh~!"
A throaty and loud moan left Reizoku's flushed face as Tsuki began to lap at her clear juices and was continuously getting closer to the source, she screamed inside her mind to rest and bring back her Master to his normal state but her body wouldn't listen to her as her legs parted further, allowing entrance to Tsuki.
"P-please! Your tongue!" Reizoku cried out in a moan, unable to do anything but present her most sensitive place to her master's loving tongue, "It's too much, I ca-Aaaahhh!"
Gripping her by the hips, Tsuki plunged his warm tongue into her inner depths and began to explore his newfound territory.
His tongue traversed deep into her, her slick gelatin walls squeezing tightly around his invading organ that pumped further into her with skill and far more experience than he should have.
Tsuki, seeing her distorted expression of pleasure, felt a weird sense of satisfaction and arrogance; at least there was a benefit to his wild college years.
"M-master, your tongue feels so good… Yes! Right there! Yeesssssssss~!"
It didn't take long for a sluty moan to resound throughout the room and no doubt the halls; despite Reizoku's flushed face torn between being embarrassed and surrendering herself to the shameless pleasure. And as she was making her decision, her thighs only gripped Tsuki's head and brought him even deeper into her.
Through heavy breathing and weak legs, Reizoku did her best to buck her hips against Tsuki's skillful tongue, grinding the base of her incredibly wet vagina onto his face.
Her hands snaked its way towards his long soft black locks and gripped tightly, at this moment she had forgotten all about the master and servant status and pulled him even deeper into her hot satch, her mind at this moment only knew the consistent waves of hotness that permeated through her body.
The two began to tangle in excitement, the air rich with their uncontrollable lust as Reizoku tossed her resistance to the wind, her muffled and -poorly- concealed moans fully shown for all to hear.
Eventually Reizoku's body began to convulse, the sensation proved to be too much for her virgin flower as Tsuki continued to lap at her sacred area with even further increased intensity and desire. Almost as if feeling her end, he focused completely on her clitrois, sucking, nibbling, flicking, Reizoku was completely at his mercy.
A few more licks and a soft bite from the heir was enough for her body to shudder as an intense wave of emotions overcame her; wrapping her soft gelatine thighs around Tsuki, she climaxed hard as she squashed the male's head in between her legs and gave a breathy long moan of utter pleasure, her disgraceful juices splattering against his face.
"Ah! Master, I'm so sorry! I just- it was just so good!" Reizoku babbled in deep embarrassment mixed with horror as her face immediately flushed red.
She actually forced the juices down the throat of her creator along with staining his beautiful face! Her figure trembled, whether it was the numbing wave that caused this or the fear of Tsuki's retaliation, she didn't know.
It needed to be stated that while initially she didn't possesses human like organs nor nerves, after continuous absorption of devils and other creatures from the dungeons, her body has gained some resemblance to them; Tsuki himself supported this and allowed his other familiars to continue to absorb devil like creatures, sometimes he himself sending his fellow kind to his dungeon just to be devoured.
He had hoped that in the future that he would be able to find the source and origin of their capabilities, he was deeply interested in how it worked.
"How interesting." Tsuki muttered, his eyes ablaze with lust as he raked his gaze up and down the slender and freshly-climaxed form of his slime girl, "In the future, I would hope to find the source and origin of such capabilities…"
Much to her shock, Tsuki didn't flinch nor berate her, instead he opted for a... different approach. Using his nimble tongue, he slid it around the area around his lips as he drank the juices produced by his familiar, his finger also dragged against his skin to obtain the liquid.
She only gulped as her core grew hotter, a certain itch appeared in her heart and in her lower tummy, hunger flashing through her eyes as she witnessed him drink her orgasmic product.
As she saw two fingers approach her mouth, she obediently opened and engulfed the invading digits with her saliva as she slithered her tongue around the coated object.
Tasting the sweet substance in her mouth, she gave a low seductive moan, her eyes gazing deep into Tsuki's lustful ones as she exuded the sinful noise.
Giving a husky barely audible growl, Tsuki crawled towards her -two fingers still pumping in her mouth- as he accidentally brushed his knee once more against her agitated lubed pussy lips, which drew another silent moan from her.
"M-master, please don't tease me, I don't think I can take it anymore..." She begged at him, bucking her hips against his knee and pressing up her leaking femininity against him needingly.
Smirking, Tsuki pulled out the two fingers and ignored the whining groan as his lips smashed against the slime girl's, their tongues intertwining in a heated battle as the female's juices danced in their mouth; seeing as how Tsuki had just drowned in said juices, he was able to oddly note that the taste resembled blueberries.
Stroking her tongue and probing her canal walls, the familiar was no match for Tsuki's innate talent and long history of experience as her light blue nipples were tweaked in occasion by his sneaky and smooth hands that crawled towards her chest, each time drawing a long and muffled groan from her.
Running her hand through his soft long hair, she pushed his head deeper as her free hand began to go down his rather muscular body, while femininity was still there, he also obtained protruding abs that were evidently there and built upon hours of training and sweat dripping work.
While her tongue danced and wrestled with the man's tongue, she knew she had little to no time left before he subdued her. Despite being artificially created, she still had pride as a woman and desired to conquer Tsuki instead. She did find it a slight pity that she couldn't enjoy her creator's body for a bit longer.
As such, she could only grasp at his weakness, and she meant it quite literally.
Trailing down his hardened and trained body, she found an equally hardened and thick object in between his legs; the slight jump of the man's body as he felt her smooth cold hand grasp his cock made her give a sultry smile, she did it almost triumphantly.
"Master is so hard… because of me." Reizoku murmured with a hesitant sort of pride in herself.
Her smirk of victory widened as his tongue began to falter for brief seconds, her gelatin hands pumping the long and heavy dick in her hands with inexperience, although the composition of her hand made up for it as it gave Tsuki an inexplicable sensation that ran through his body.
With these little staggering halts or seconds of hesitation, using her overwhelming talent to absorb knowledge she began to fight the pink tongue in her mouth with fierce determination. Although it would take a while to dominate a Tsuki, the pleasure felt through her large mounds due to Tsuki's experienced hands made her aware that she would do anything to gain an advantage over Tsuki.
"Mmm… master." She lovingly muttered into the kiss. Time slowly passed as the two figures enjoyed their session, neither one of them caring for the time.
Slithering and enveloping her tongue in his mouth, she was overjoyed, she had finally acquired new territory which she explored and traversed with greed and unquenchable hunger. Pumping her hand a tad faster around Tsuki's length, her lips curved in a smug way. Tsuki's heavy and rough breathing soon reached her ears as his member twitched with need, her eyes glimmered in delight as she felt this.
Disengaging from Tsuki's soft warm lips reluctantly, she lowered her head and engulfed the meat pole with much eagerness and desire, fully hitting the base with ease; there was a benefit to having absolutely no gag reflex as her warm tongue glide around his twitching tip
"Reizoku, your mouth is amazing!" Tsuki let out a low groan back as strings of semen entered her eager mouth. The slightly sweet flavor earned a hum of delight from her as she absorbed and drank all the contents that were forced down her throat.
She continued to gulp down all of the cum with much vigor, pumping her hand around his length to accelerate the process; only after a few seconds did it cease as Reizoku slowly took her lips off his base.
"Did I do good with my mouth, master~?" She asked with a playful little smile as she gave a light peck at the tip of his member as if to remind him what his answer should be.
Giving a low growl, Riezoku squeaked as her form was lifted from the bed from her hips, she instinctively wrapped her long smooth legs around the male's hip as he slammed her back against the wall. Fortunately, her body has long since broken the limits of what humans and even what average devils could hope to sustain.
Noticing their position, Reizoku's face gained a red hue, knowing what was to come.
Lowering her hips, the blue slime familiar trembled as her dripping slit's folds were pushed open, the tip of the thick and heavy cock nearly going through her wet canal was a moment of silence as even with the lustful haze that covered Tsuki's eyes, a look of concern was shot to Reizoku as she hesitantly nodded, assuring him.
"P-please master," her soft voice in just the tiniest whisper, aching with need and filled with love for him, "I need you in me so bad."
So with a forceful thrust, Tsuki's large cock was met with little resistance, the juices provided through her orgasm helping him as he fully sheathed his hot length into her and kissing her womb as she hit his base.
Her figure trembled as a loud and slutty moan reverberated throughout the room as his dick fully sank into her pussy with ease, a slime girl's vagina was made to accomodate to any size; even Tsuki's far above average one.
"Master! It's sooo thick!" Reizoku cried out in unbearable pleasure as her utterly soaked inner walls tightened around his shaft as if to highlight the statement.
Tsuki grinned, the trembling female in her arms gave off a dazed look as the meat pole hit the deepest part of her glistening cunt, she was far too sensitive in this area especially since her orgasm.
Drool slithered down from her mouth as the male thrusted deep into her depths, her back slammed against the wall as the male's hands gripped onto each buttok and gave the bubble butt a rough and loud spank, drawing a moan of pleasure and pain from the slime girl.
"M-master, it feels so good but it stings." Reizoku moaned utterly confused, even as their love-making continued amidst her rear jiggling from his spank, "But it feels so good because it stings a bit."
She looked up at him with glistening, lustful eyes that flicked to his outstretched hand every so often, an earnest and needy request on her lips.
"Do it again?"
And like a gracious master, his hand shot down in another spank to her voluptuously lewd ass. Her jiggling accompanied by her squeal of satisfaction and the tightening of her cunt around his cock in appreciation.
"Yes!" Reizoku cried out in joyous gratification as Tsuki's hand left stinging pleasure on her shapely rear even as her slime girl cunt greedily accepted each and every one of his thrusts, "Please don't stop, master! Harder!"
Slamming hips onto her thick jiggling ass, her low mewls of pleasure only for Tsuki to hear as he kept the continuous slamming of his waist onto her welcoming passage that seemed to tightly squeeze around his hot as steel length with every kiss to her womb's entrance.
"Master, in me, please!" She begged desperately as she slammed her hips down to meet his thrusts halfway in loud wet squelch, "CUM IN ME!"
Pitiful cries of pleasure shook the room as she clenched tightly around the cock, the fleshy hole providing warmth and tightness around Tsuki's member in one last effort to drain him for everything he was worth.
"Yes yes yes yes yeeeeeeessss~!" She cried out in rapture as they both rapidly met at their climax together. Her arms clinging as tight as they could around him, her legs locked around his waist and ensuring that the only place he could cum was deep inside her thirsting womb.
His seed flooded through her warm and welcoming canal and straight to her womb with vigor and excited rush, Tsuki slowly regained his clarity as the effects of his Greater Lust Demon finally began to wear off.
"M-master..." She whispered as she noticed him slow down. Her eyes glistened up at him.
Yet, even as his member shot rivers of semen into Reizoku's infertile womb, decorating her insides white with his seed, her fleshy walls unceasingly squeezing his rock hard cock with a vice grip as he was fully sheathed inside of her, Tsuki had no intention of stopping.
Not just because of the single increase in all of his stats of course, but because of a single word that echoed out from Reizoku and around the room and into Tsuki's head. A single word that aroused his lust and forced Tsuki to continue plowing inside of her soft and warm welcoming passage with vigor.
"More~"
And with just that sole word, the male and female began their heated adventure that would last for many hours. Only the outsiders knew how much time had passed since they had started, it would be something they would remember for quite a long time.
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AN: Witness my terrible smut skills and fear it!
All along I had the intention of having smut in my fic but due to certain circumstances I never had the opportunity to display it; mostly due to the fact I felt it wouldn't be… Tsuki-like for him to engage in sexual intercourse wantonly unless he had a motive.
So this is possibly the only smut you'll see, mostly due to my lack of skill with it. Maybe, I don't know yet.