Shadow of the Abyss

Silently observing her master lightly sparring with the Second Young Master, Tasha's fingers gently brushed against the spot where Altair had taken blood. The wound had long vanished, yet the sensation was still lingering. Remembering her lilting moans that were sure to have resounded down the halls, a heat ignited in her loins.

She smiled, a little jealous of her Reina and Syris for claiming him first.

Ever since Gremory had given the order that she was to be Altair's personal Lilm until he disposed of her, she had always envisioned the day she'd become his plaything, yet against all happenchance, he had managed to delay… pushing her along, with excuses or something else. And yet, only now did he seem to have the desire to claim her as his own.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As Lilm, it had been the dream of every one of her sisters to be taken by a Fallen. If only for a single night or a lifetime. It had been the same for Tasha, who was originally intended for Astaroth. However, the Angel of Time had little interest in matters of the flesh. His Imperial Harem had been complete, and there simply hadn't been enough room for another.

While Altair, who was a full-blooded Primordial and Nephilim, had only just begun his path towards the peak. While he wasn't a Fallen, he was the closest thing imaginable, perhaps even better, or so Gremory and Tasha believed.

"Still… I can't believe Altair found this spot. How'd he do that? None of my sisters did when they analyzed my body for various weaknesses," she thought, brushing her skin. All Lilm, be they young or old, go through the same condition at birth. In order for them to be prepared, every Erogenous Zone is cataloged, both inside and outside the body.

Images alongside various types of stimulation are later given to determine sensitivity to various forms of tortures and situations.

Out of all the Lilms in her Generation, alongside the last Hell Cycle, Tasha ranked at the peak in every aspect. She was determined to be a True Demoness due to her body's ability to adapt to a plethora of situations—a trait that did not exist amongst high-ranking devils.

Due to her abnormal ability, she had been trained personally by Gremory and later sent to Asterorth due to his peculiar behavior within the land of Baylor.

A little embarrassed by how she behaved, she blushed, somehow imagining a scenario where he'd take her as his plaything and never let go. She wanted to be tied down, to be made to be whipped and burned, to feel every infliction her master desired over her body and then some. She wanted to scream his name, to have his name branded across her skin, to show that she was his.

'But he's too kind to call me his personal dumpster…' she lamented, peering out at the childish face of him playing with Noctis. She sighed, clenching her fist, recalling the way he'd played with her hours before, and had to admit his technique had been… more than perfect. Even her ancestors would have been impressed.

'AAAAAAAAH~ Focus!' she told herself, though her finger kept returning to her neck. "Tonight, for sure," she muttered.

"Did you say something?" Anna asked,

Tasha, who had been so lost in thought, hadn't even noticed when she had arrived by her side in the fields to watch, far enough that they wouldn't bother the knights on the training ground. She glanced at her, measuring her libido with indifference. It was on the rise, spiking every so often towards one knight in particular.

"You see something you like?" Tasha asked, spotting the target of her lust. She gave a naughty smile that was anything but kind and said. "That one with the red hair and green eyes."

"Thril?" said Anna with notable surprise.

"So you know his name," Tasha said. "He's quite handsome."

"He has a wife and child," Anna muttered, "I could never."

"It wouldn't be your fault if you did. If you know what I mean."

"I don't."

"Really?" She giggled. "But he seems to like you. In the time we've talked, he's glanced at you ten times." She smiled deviously. "And what's wrong with it? It's not like you're cheating. You're not doing anything wrong."

Anna's expression changed. "Its…It's still wrong."

"How?" Tasha slithered closer to her side, like a devil upon her shoulder. "A man can have more than one wife. Don't you deserve some happiness too? Plus…" she leaned closer to her ear. "Look at that bulge. He has to have at least seven inches.

Can you imagine?"

"I-I-I…" Anna's cheeks reddened as heat began to rush across her cheeks.

"I mean… if he doesn't take you. He'll probably take another. So why not you? Why can't it be you? Obviously, his woman can't fully satisfy him. I'm sure a woman like you can handle him far better."

"But…But… How would I even? No… I can't I—"

"Just bring him a cup of water… he'll take care of the rest," Tasha assured her, pushing her along. She grinned when Anna returned with a pitcher of water for the young knight.

'At least someone will be getting some tonight. One good deed accomplished. Whoever said Devils weren't good people. Well, at least with Anna distracted, she won't even notice when her Little Lord falls sick. Poor thing. She'll be executed by lunch tomorrow.

At least I'll have a good laugh.'

"Tasha, give me a hand. Noct has a bruise," Altair lightly called.

The Lilm bolted forward, taking a look at Noct's bloody hand and teary face. She smiled, taking a closer look at the wound before casting a minor healing spell. A bright golden glow that hid the tainted demonic essence invading Noct's palm pressed against his hand before vanishing along with the wound.

"Alright, kid. That's enough for today. Go see the doctor and tell them to look at your wound to make sure the healing was done right. Then make sure you go to your next lesson."

"Ah, man~," said Noctis mournfully.

"Don't worry, you'll see me later. I'm sure of it." As Noctis scampered off, Altair and Tasha watched before he glanced at Tasha, echoing a set of words in her mind, "Will it kill him?"

'No, though it will be very bloody. Nothing a Medarc can't handle." Tasha informed him, a little impressed. "I just didn't think you had it in you?"

"The kid's death means nothing. If he dies, he dies. However, he is more useful alive than dead."

"I still don't understand why you had me do that, though." Tasha Soul Whispered. "You even ask. I placed it on a timer."

"I've my reasons." Altair said lightly, "Now then, Shall we return? I need a shower. And possibly a nap."

Learning the Art of Soul Whispering through Omniscience and peering into the past had drained him mentally. He could easily push on but decided against it. There was still much work to do, and the last thing he needed was to experience Soul Exhaustion for the second time this month.

Bidding fair well to his fellow knights, Altair left with Tasha on his heel, back to his Annex, where Tasha began drawing him a bath.

Tasha watched her master disrobe before departing. As much as she wanted to watch, she needed to clean. The manner itself had been filthy, so much so that Altair seemed notably disgusted. He had been that way since the Lake of Rot, unable to stand in dirty places for too long.

Later, as the sun began to crest over the horizon, Altair was awoken by Tasha's gentle touch. His vision was a bit groggy as he yawned, sinking further into the water Tasha had kept warm.

"If you're joining me, come. There is more than enough space."

Tasha bit her lips. "You're torturing me, aren't you, master." she harrumphed and said," You've been invited to dinner with the dutchess."

"Damn… it must be late." He yawned, stretching his muscles. "Alright. Let's get this nonsense over with."

****

"Did you send the invite?" The dutchess asked, making her way to the great halls. She didn't glance at Anklem expecting the answer as she came down the third-floor corridor, down a set of serpentine stairs.

"It seemed the Young Master was sleeping, so I had to give it to his maid,' Anklem answered.

The dutchess footsteps paused. "He was asleep?" The sheer audacity left her speechless. So much so the likelihood of him being an Otherworlder was falling. 'Was he perhaps so carefree that the looming threat of death meant nothing to him?' she wondered, continuing her step.

"The Maid said she would give it to him but nothing else."

"And my Son. Did the Medarc look after him?"

"Indeed," said Anklem. "The moment the second young master asked for assistance, he was there to have a full diagnostic of his body. He's perfectly healthy. Although he did create a list of what the young master should be eating."

The duchess stifled a laugh. "If I listened to that recommendation, my son would starve to death. Where is he, by the way?"

"Already at the table, my Lady."