"What do you think... about him?" Calca asked her dear friend, who hadn't spoken a single word since they had come back from Lord Azazel's mansion. For a moment, Calca thought that Kelart hadn't heard her as she was still looking at the ground as if she inspecting a profound truth in it.
Though she was quickly proven wrong as Kelart rose her head to look at her. She had a frown on her face but was also blushing slightly despite the temperature being fairly fresh.
"I was just wondering why he didn't just tell me to get you when we had first met. He wouldn't have to wait for us to make up our minds about his warning. Perhaps we would have been able to nip the uprising rebellion in the bud." Kelart expressed her doubts, making Calca frown slightly as well, though she relaxed a moment later.
"Maybe he didn't trust us back then enough to reveal it. Perhaps you two were being watched and he couldn't tell you at that moment. There are countless possibilities and I am sure he had thought about telling you at that point too. He must have hesitated because of something. Who knows what inconceivable notion he was following through? There must have been something that had sealed his lips."
Kelart nodded slowly before looking at her hands and quietly muttered as she mulled over it. "...His mansion was covered in magic or at least every magical scan I had cast responded with some sort of feedback. I suspect that this mansion was renovated to conceal his divine aura. During our meeting, he wouldn't have been able to transform. Maybe he knew without showing his true self that I would have dismissed him if he said what he had told us or worse if he asked an audience with you... It was probably because of me that he didn't say anything."
"Rightfully so," Calca answered as she rubbed her friend's back. Kelart turned her attention to her, making Calca continue. "If he had tried to arrange something at that point and invited me to his mansion, it would have looked like an assassination attempt. This revelation wouldn't have happened under any other circumstances." Calca concluded.
"I... understand." She receded. Afterward, her mood picked up again, knowing that the start of the rebellion wasn't because of her. The circumstances hadn't allowed for another scenario. "Do... do you think he will forgive me?" The question made Calca knock on Kelart's head, causing the other woman to hold her head painfully.
"There is nothing to forgive. It happened and you shouldn't dwell on it!" Calca puffed her cheeks angrily, making Kelart chuckle lightly.
"I guess you are right. Even if I did something wrong, I can still repent."
"That's not what I meant. There is nothing to repent- You know what, how about we ask him the next time we meet him?" Calca asked, making Kelart pout.
"Isn't it worse if I admit my ignorance about whether it was something I should repent for? Besides, when are we going to meet him, it sounded like Fubuki would take over in the future."
"If you made a mistake then that was on me for not educating you! " Calca took the blame. After all, she was the Queen of the Holy Kingdom. If her right hand made any mistakes it should fall back on her! "As for our next meeting. It will probably take a long time until we are able to converse with him again. Our conversation had already affected me greatly, his influence on the people around him is truly staggering."
Kelart nodded understandingly. "Indeed. He explicitly warned us about keeping our contact limited as it would affect us. Just the single talk with him just now had already released all kinds of feelings inside of me."
Calca put a hand on her chest, feeling it beat strongly as she remembered the short but oh, so tempting encounter with Lord Azazel. Even now she just thought about getting between the man's legs and worshiping him. "An angel of Lust..." She subconsciously licked her lips before looking over at Kelart, who was blushing fiercely. No doubt recounting their encounter with the angel as well.
"What I don't understand-" Kelart coughed after noticing her knowing look. "Why are we affected at all? I mean, he goes out on the street and lives life almost like everyone else, right?" Her question made Calca pause for a moment.
"Perhaps there are conditions for it?"
"Like him showing his angel side?" Kelart suggested, which was a good guess, but Calca immediately dismissed it.
"If that was the case, he would just hide it away like he does right now. No, I think it is more about his inherent self that bleeds through his human face."
"He is an angel of Lust, so you mean he needs to lust after us for his presence to affect us? I did hear rumors of Fubuki blushing fiercely whenever she was around Lord Azazel and being rather indifferent or even cold to anyone else outside their group."
"...I-" Calca's thoughts froze for a moment since the explanation made sense. However, "Didn't you say many women were infatuated with him? Do you think he was lusting after them all? What about the few men that had shown interest and were directly shot down as he wasn't interested in them? "
"That-" Kelart's eyes suddenly flashed with understanding. "True, if it was his own doing, I am sure he could have fixed it, but perhaps it had nothing really to do with himself and instead how others reacted to him, how they saw him."
"You mean..."
"It's because we are lusting after him that his presence affects us. He just awakens the Lust inside of us. He never said it would create a desire in us, just that it would stir our desire awake, meaning if there were no previous desire we wouldn't have been bothered!"
"I... Wawa-what do you mean? I am lusting after an angel?! Ttt-that's preposterous, blasphemy! I would n-never do that!" She could feel how her face heat up as she spewed her blatant lie.
"..." Kelart looked at her with a deadpanned expression, having obviously failed at fooling her friend.
"D-don't look at me like that! You were blushing too when he gave you that choker!" Kelart looked taken aback by the sudden counter, but she didn't refute her words as her face reddened and her hand drifted to the choker around her neck.
"I-I admit it." Kelart unexpectedly admitted with a shy nod. "He is the first man that I was harboring these feelings. I just want to spread my legs and let him have his way with me. I want to offer my entire body for him to use and abuse." She touched her voluptuous chest as if to calm her beating heart though it looked rather intense.
"You admit it?" Calca whispered in an astonished tone, fully aware that she would say the same. "He has a wife for heaven's sake!" Still, she was outraged though she felt more upset about the fact of his marriage itself than Kelart's admittance.
"So? We don't know how angels treat marriage. Perhaps they don't live monogamous and even if he did, who knows if she truly is his wife? It could be their disguise to set the demon on the wrong track-"
"You are d-delusional! First, angels don't lie and second, you can't have s-s-s-sex with him!" Kelart raised an eyebrow at her before standing up and cornering Calca until she bumped against her table.
"Why can't I fuck him? Hm? It's because you want him, right?" Kelart looked at her with a strange glint in her eyes, licking her lips as she observed her.
"N-no."
"So, I can have him if it truly was a disguise. You don't want him, right?"
"I-" Calca opened her mouth but no sound came out, making Kelart snort.
"To be honest, I think he truly is married to Fubuki," Kelart admitted and took a step back, giving her room to breathe.
"However, I think their marriage isn't as strict as what most of us practice in our kingdom. Didn't you see his maids? The angel of lust was surrounded by these top-class women. You think he didn't touch them? That's a ludicrous thought or Fubuki had the pussy of a pleasure goddess-" Although she clearly spoke to her, it also sounded like Kelart was convincing herself with these words as well.
Calca shook her head, her face surely completely red. "I-it doesn't matter... we can't just abandon practices from the church, they are god given!"
"My dear Calca, there is a new god in town. Someone that truly knows what is holy and what is not. There is no one that transcribed his words, interpreted them, or modified them for their own beliefs. The revelation of the strongest angel delivered directly to you without interference."
Although her upbringing wanted Calca to refute her words of a new god, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Just the thought of something proclaiming himself as a god was blasphemy, but he didn't really proclaim himself to be one, right? Besides, who was she to judge what was divine and what wasn't? For all she knew, bringing life to the world could be The holiest task of all.
"Think about it." Kalart started like a devil on her shoulder. "Laying with one of the highest angels. It wouldn't be sacrilege. You would be doing god's- Lord Azazel's will." Her voice sent shivers down her spine as her imagination started running wild. She was utterly convinced, while Kelart looked at her with a relieved but guilty smile, not knowing if she had doomed Calca with her or freed her of her preconceived notions and guided her onto the path of happiness.
...
I ran my hand through my hair after I closed the book again. There was just too much information in it. Well, it wasn't really surprising as it was supposed to hold every 'arcane wisdom' inside of it. This meant that even rituals, alchemy, and enchantments were part of this. Even things from shows, anime, and books were included in this manifestation of the arcane. An endless well of knowledge.
Knowledge that spanned entire realities was at my fingertips and I could still feel it growing more profound, clearly gaining new knowledge with every second. Even with my enhanced physiology, my heaven-defying talent, and my natural inclination to the pure chaotic potential everything had emerged from, didn't allow me to understand everything this book had to offer.
Some magical systems inside the book were completely different from chaos or tier magic. So foreign, I had to relearn it from the ground up. Effects born from alchemy and enchantment which made abusing the enchantment bugs in Skyrim look like child's play. With so much knowledge and power, it made everything I had now laughable.
Even if I didn't have any powers at all and just the ingredients of some objects and the way to process them, I could end Nazarick in one fell swoop. Too bad some were out of my reach. However, with [Flora's Embrace Vial] I could grow all the plants and herbs I wanted. Ironic that an endless vial was born from a micro-transaction to have your waiting time for your crops cut down without cost now.
If the devs would have known what I changed their little devilish intention into, then their smug faces would instantly drop. Good thing I had been an NPC and hadn't suffered its torture, otherwise I would have gone back and murked them all.
Either way, despite it opening a bunch of alchemic products, there were still things out of reach as they needed ingredients from living creatures that weren't plant-based. A deadra heart for example would be out of reach. Of course, like many things, they won't be for long...
There were still 5 more items in my possession of which two couldn't be used as of now and needed some more preparation and reassurance. However, despite wanting to continue, I needed some rest. Although I had written that most of these items used to be part of me that was now returned to me, it still took a toll on me.
It wasn't exhaustion, but I felt like I was losing my human self more and more, especially with all the knowledge I gained not only about magic but from peeking into reality's secret. I was already getting used to looking into the abyss, so to say. Not to mention the fact I needed some time to digest what I had already gained.
The initial boost wasn't all there was to what I had gained. Even at this very moment, I could feel myself expanding, trying to grow into something that I wasn't able to at this moment. For some reason, I wasn't growing more powerful any longer, even though I should have already gone deep into the ranks of the World Enemies.
It was like something prevented my advancement or something was missing. I had some guessed that it had to do with my human soul, though that was only speculation at this point. With the description of my items and the way they had come into reality, I should already be all-powerful for all intents and purposes, at least for everything that walked the New World regardless of what kind of soul I had before coming here, but I could only wait and see.
My current strength coupled with my items and the immunity to world items, I was already pretty sure I could survive about anything. Even if the entire world and Nazarick wanted to end me, I could still escape. However, it was time to marinate in my power and grew naturally for a few weeks before continuing with my abuse of reality.
Besides my personal strength, I had also already convinced the Queen of this Kingdom to help me 'fight' the demon, essentially giving me control over the entire country's resources. If I played my cards right, I would be able to unify the country and save it. After doing so, I would be effectively in control. Even if Calca continued to rule the Holy Kingdom, it would be in name only as I could just give the word and they would do it.
Honestly, it had been a bit too fast for my liking. If I had known that their reaction to my arcane power and the fact I was an Archangel would be this extreme, I would have waited before making contact, but I was sure I could stretch out the process to give me some extra time before I would be called back to Nazarick.
Man, I really shouldn't have touched them. I had only deactivated my aura but not my touch. With my talent, I could already control how enticing I would be, but I had forgotten to turn off the effect of my touch as I hadn't thought about touching them.
I would just avoid skin contact in the future since it was rather uncomfortable to restrict myself. Either way, since I wanted to wait until I grew into my powers and my political career was on its way to cascade to national levels pretty soon, I was left with some spare time. Of course, indulging in my desires was an option, but there was something else that had been on my mind.
Through the knowledge and talents I had gotten through my items, I was able to perceive and study the inner workings of this New World and its magic, which made me think about permanent Summons. Specifically angels.
I had several spells to summon a platoon of different-tiered angels. I also had a skill after entering the ranks of Archangels of Sephira to summon some angels of the First Sphere, the highest angels below the Archangels. The problem was that Summons were temporary in nature and this didn't change in the New World.
Of course, there were exceptions, the usage of items like the goblin horns that Enri used or Mercenary NPCs that were summoned through a monster book, which was just Data of a specific monster, a special summoning ritual, and an adequate amount of gold. These were the only permanent Summons I knew of.
Since they needed to be tethered to this world, the items that were used during the summon would become part of the reality it was used in. Afterward, the Summon would gain its body through the reflection of the soul and the fuel of the spell, and voila, a permanent Summon was born.
Obviously, there were other ways to get some helping hands for an indefinite time like Ainz did and was doing with his skill [Create Undead]. This skill allowed Ainz to create an army of Death Knights through a simple skill and a corpse.
The skill either created an undead out of the power that fueled the skill or it used a corpse to force it to transform into the wanted undead. The former's energy would soon disperse without anything anchoring it to reality, while the latter used something that was already part of reality. No complicated, costly rituals or items were needed, just a corpse that could hold the negative energy like it would naturally.
It truly was a convenient way to bypass the restrictions of one's skill. However, angels were a different beast since there wasn't anything that could hold divine energy apart from worshiped idols and practitioners of the divine.
From my understanding, I could get some paladins and priestesses to act as the vessel for my angels, and with the support of the Queen and the leader of the priesthood, I could pull it off.
I could probably also do with fanatics or even regular believers if they voluntarily offered their bodies as a vessel for a divine spirit to possess them, but these would all be low-tiers with no chance of getting anything high up the totem pole. Of course, it wasn't something I dismissed entirely. Currently, I was well received by the general populace, but not give-up-their-lives-well-received. This would take time, time I didn't want to wait on.
The Whispering Tome gave me a plethora of all kinds of spells, rituals, skills, or even potions I could force someone to drink and create or summon any angel permanently bound to this world, or at least until I canceled their existence. There was a problem though. These usually didn't summon or create the angels of Yggdrasil, they weren't my subordinates, my kin-
I... I mean it shouldn't matter, but it did as I wasn't keen on summoning some unsuspecting angel of another reality. The question of loyalty set aside, who knew what kind of attention I would garner from pulling angels from a different reality? I wasn't ready for a Holy Spirit or heathen gods to come knocking at my door.
I would much rather deal with a pissed-off Yggdrasil than some unknown cosmic being that came asking for their kidnapped soldiers/children. Better the tree you know than the gods you didn't. Of course, this meant dealing with Yggdrasil, but that immobile piss of shit of a tree was already hostile anyways.
Despite the fact that we were far away from its influence, the realm of Yggdrasil should still exist. Regardless of the game's ending, it should be around until Ragnarok just without a new influx of Players.
At least it had been my theory because summoning still functioned in the New World. Most summon spells of other realities operated similarly as their name suggested, they summoned them from another place, which in turn meant Yggdrasil had to be around for summons to work. Perhaps I was just reading too much into it, but the clues pointed out otherwise.
Now, the solution to my little predicament of permanent angelic followers wasn't that complicated from my point of view. Since they needed something to anchor their existence to this world, I would just transform corpses to be able to hold the divine energy. My domain was teeming with divine energy that I converted from the souls I had harvested.
I could just drench the corpses in divine energy, let it marinate until it could hold the energy, and revive the corpse in the process. It wouldn't have a specific soul and would turn into a mindless body filled with my divine energy that I could mold like I want it to. It would be a blank slate. This would remove any lingering negative energy and create a body without a mind.
The divine energy that would be occupying the body would obey my call and accept any blessings I bestowed, to be reborn as an angel. It was rather simple if one ignored the fine-tuning of preventing intelligence to be born before I could use my skills as it would only complicate the process. I would need to convince them to be a vessel, which would be such a pain.
"I want you to organize a collaborate mission with the Paladin Order to slay some demi-humans," I ordered as I made up my mind.
Yuri's headless body bowed in understanding, making me turn my gaze downward where her head was diligently serving me with her nose buried in my pubes. Her tongue was still moving and her throat constricted and relaxed around my head as she instinctively tried to swallow it.
The bulge of her throat was inevitable with my dick so deep inside her that it continued inside her headless body through the magical flames connecting them. She continued to look at me as if to make sure I was pleased with the treatment and I was.
The sight was truly wonderful, her eyes were tearing up and if she were a human, she would have long suffocated with tears spilling and ruining her mascara. Too bad, she didn't need to breathe or wore any make-up, otherwise, just the sight would have made me cum already.
"You are doing well, Yuri. It feels amazing." I muttered as I patted her head, making her blush in the process. She thanked me, though it just caused her throat to vibrate, which made me squeeze her face with my thighs.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw her shivering body, rubbing her legs together like she wanted to scratch her itch but didn't dare to. "How about you masturbate?" I asked otherwise it would only be me pleasuring myself with her head which essentially amounted to an elaborate and macabre blowjob that was closer to a fleshlight than actual oral intercourse.
Suddenly a [Gate] opened just in front of the door before someone knocked on it. "Come in, Albedo," I called out before my wife stepped into my office. Without bothering with the masturbating Yuri shivering in the corner, she jumped at me over the desk and into my arms.
"Woah there. You on your break?" I asked as she straddled me before noticing Yuri's head on my crotch.
"Yep, my dearest." She answered as she dismounted me. Her hand grabbed Yuri's hair and started to stroke me with it as if it truly was a fleshlight, making the maid sputter at the sudden movement. She had barely acclimated to having it deep in her throat, the movement instantly made her tear up again.
As Albedo jerked me off with Yuri's head, she pressed her lips against mine before her tongue prodded, asking permission to enter. I opened my mouth and let her take charge as she explored my mouth before enticing my tongue into her mouth only for her to suck on it. She proceeded to bob her head while continuing to suck on my tongue, essentially giving my tongue a blowjob.
My hand reached out to her bubble butt and squeezed her wonderful voluptuous, soft yet firm ass. It took a moment of making out until I finally came down Yuri's throat, which magically landed inside her stomach. Her body was arching her back like she wanted to break it before flopping down to a powerless heap.
"That was really nice, thank you two," I asked after we separated from the kiss. Albedo looked giddy at what I said, shyly nodding before she pulled Yuri's head off my crotch only for her put my still erect dick into her mouth and continued like she wanted to suck my cum out of my balls.
I absentmindedly grabbed onto one of her horns and aided her movement which she enjoyed for some reason. "Did you polish your horns? They look nice... and they feel really smooth to touch."
She nodded around my dick at my observation with happiness radiating from her, her wings fluttered like he was a dog wagging her tail in excitement. She removed her mouth from my throbbing cock with a plop. "Yes! I thought it would be better to have a better and easier grip on my handles when you fuck my face."
"Good thinking. Just don't hurt yourself okay? There is nothing I would change about you." I then reached down to her wings and gave them a feel as they too looked specifically taken care of. The touch was heavenly, smooth like silk and so soft that I just wanted to sleep on them.
Albedo observed my expression as I ran my fingers across her wings while continuing to serve me. I smiled lightly and started patting her head, which flustered the succubus, causing her bobbing rhythm to be disrupted.
Truly a flustered succubus was a good succubus. "Don't swallow and don't let it spill out of your mouth. Let it flow out of your nose" I ordered, making her pull my dick out of her throat until only my head was inside. She jerked me to completion and kept her mouth tighly shut around my throbbing cock as I shot load after load into her mouth.
Her breathing became more difficult when cum leaked out of her nose before dripping down her chin. I pulled out and smacked it against her offered cheek. "You are such a good girl... By the way, do you know Ainz's schedule?"
"What do you think... about him?" Calca asked her dear friend, who hadn't spoken a single word since they had come back from Lord Azazel's mansion. For a moment, Calca thought that Kelart hadn't heard her as she was still looking at the ground as if she inspecting a profound truth in it.
Though she was quickly proven wrong as Kelart rose her head to look at her. She had a frown on her face but was also blushing slightly despite the temperature being fairly fresh.
"I was just wondering why he didn't just tell me to get you when we had first met. He wouldn't have to wait for us to make up our minds about his warning. Perhaps we would have been able to nip the uprising rebellion in the bud." Kelart expressed her doubts, making Calca frown slightly as well, though she relaxed a moment later.
"Maybe he didn't trust us back then enough to reveal it. Perhaps you two were being watched and he couldn't tell you at that moment. There are countless possibilities and I am sure he had thought about telling you at that point too. He must have hesitated because of something. Who knows what inconceivable notion he was following through? There must have been something that had sealed his lips."
Kelart nodded slowly before looking at her hands and quietly muttered as she mulled over it. "...His mansion was covered in magic or at least every magical scan I had cast responded with some sort of feedback. I suspect that this mansion was renovated to conceal his divine aura. During our meeting, he wouldn't have been able to transform. Maybe he knew without showing his true self that I would have dismissed him if he said what he had told us or worse if he asked an audience with you... It was probably because of me that he didn't say anything."
"Rightfully so," Calca answered as she rubbed her friend's back. Kelart turned her attention to her, making Calca continue. "If he had tried to arrange something at that point and invited me to his mansion, it would have looked like an assassination attempt. This revelation wouldn't have happened under any other circumstances." Calca concluded.
"I... understand." She receded. Afterward, her mood picked up again, knowing that the start of the rebellion wasn't because of her. The circumstances hadn't allowed for another scenario. "Do... do you think he will forgive me?" The question made Calca knock on Kelart's head, causing the other woman to hold her head painfully.
"There is nothing to forgive. It happened and you shouldn't dwell on it!" Calca puffed her cheeks angrily, making Kelart chuckle lightly.
"I guess you are right. Even if I did something wrong, I can still repent."
"That's not what I meant. There is nothing to repent- You know what, how about we ask him the next time we meet him?" Calca asked, making Kelart pout.
"Isn't it worse if I admit my ignorance about whether it was something I should repent for? Besides, when are we going to meet him, it sounded like Fubuki would take over in the future."
"If you made a mistake then that was on me for not educating you! " Calca took the blame. After all, she was the Queen of the Holy Kingdom. If her right hand made any mistakes it should fall back on her! "As for our next meeting. It will probably take a long time until we are able to converse with him again. Our conversation had already affected me greatly, his influence on the people around him is truly staggering."
Kelart nodded understandingly. "Indeed. He explicitly warned us about keeping our contact limited as it would affect us. Just the single talk with him just now had already released all kinds of feelings inside of me."
Calca put a hand on her chest, feeling it beat strongly as she remembered the short but oh, so tempting encounter with Lord Azazel. Even now she just thought about getting between the man's legs and worshiping him. "An angel of Lust..." She subconsciously licked her lips before looking over at Kelart, who was blushing fiercely. No doubt recounting their encounter with the angel as well.
"What I don't understand-" Kelart coughed after noticing her knowing look. "Why are we affected at all? I mean, he goes out on the street and lives life almost like everyone else, right?" Her question made Calca pause for a moment.
"Perhaps there are conditions for it?"
"Like him showing his angel side?" Kelart suggested, which was a good guess, but Calca immediately dismissed it.
"If that was the case, he would just hide it away like he does right now. No, I think it is more about his inherent self that bleeds through his human face."
"He is an angel of Lust, so you mean he needs to lust after us for his presence to affect us? I did hear rumors of Fubuki blushing fiercely whenever she was around Lord Azazel and being rather indifferent or even cold to anyone else outside their group."
"...I-" Calca's thoughts froze for a moment since the explanation made sense. However, "Didn't you say many women were infatuated with him? Do you think he was lusting after them all? What about the few men that had shown interest and were directly shot down as he wasn't interested in them? "
"That-" Kelart's eyes suddenly flashed with understanding. "True, if it was his own doing, I am sure he could have fixed it, but perhaps it had nothing really to do with himself and instead how others reacted to him, how they saw him."
"You mean..."
"It's because we are lusting after him that his presence affects us. He just awakens the Lust inside of us. He never said it would create a desire in us, just that it would stir our desire awake, meaning if there were no previous desire we wouldn't have been bothered!"
"I... Wawa-what do you mean? I am lusting after an angel?! Ttt-that's preposterous, blasphemy! I would n-never do that!" She could feel how her face heat up as she spewed her blatant lie.
"..." Kelart looked at her with a deadpanned expression, having obviously failed at fooling her friend.
"D-don't look at me like that! You were blushing too when he gave you that choker!" Kelart looked taken aback by the sudden counter, but she didn't refute her words as her face reddened and her hand drifted to the choker around her neck.
"I-I admit it." Kelart unexpectedly admitted with a shy nod. "He is the first man that I was harboring these feelings. I just want to spread my legs and let him have his way with me. I want to offer my entire body for him to use and abuse." She touched her voluptuous chest as if to calm her beating heart though it looked rather intense.
"You admit it?" Calca whispered in an astonished tone, fully aware that she would say the same. "He has a wife for heaven's sake!" Still, she was outraged though she felt more upset about the fact of his marriage itself than Kelart's admittance.
"So? We don't know how angels treat marriage. Perhaps they don't live monogamous and even if he did, who knows if she truly is his wife? It could be their disguise to set the demon on the wrong track-"
"You are d-delusional! First, angels don't lie and second, you can't have s-s-s-sex with him!" Kelart raised an eyebrow at her before standing up and cornering Calca until she bumped against her table.
"Why can't I fuck him? Hm? It's because you want him, right?" Kelart looked at her with a strange glint in her eyes, licking her lips as she observed her.
"N-no."
"So, I can have him if it truly was a disguise. You don't want him, right?"
"I-" Calca opened her mouth but no sound came out, making Kelart snort.
"To be honest, I think he truly is married to Fubuki," Kelart admitted and took a step back, giving her room to breathe.
"However, I think their marriage isn't as strict as what most of us practice in our kingdom. Didn't you see his maids? The angel of lust was surrounded by these top-class women. You think he didn't touch them? That's a ludicrous thought or Fubuki had the pussy of a pleasure goddess-" Although she clearly spoke to her, it also sounded like Kelart was convincing herself with these words as well.
Calca shook her head, her face surely completely red. "I-it doesn't matter... we can't just abandon practices from the church, they are god given!"
"My dear Calca, there is a new god in town. Someone that truly knows what is holy and what is not. There is no one that transcribed his words, interpreted them, or modified them for their own beliefs. The revelation of the strongest angel delivered directly to you without interference."
Although her upbringing wanted Calca to refute her words of a new god, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Just the thought of something proclaiming himself as a god was blasphemy, but he didn't really proclaim himself to be one, right? Besides, who was she to judge what was divine and what wasn't? For all she knew, bringing life to the world could be The holiest task of all.
"Think about it." Kalart started like a devil on her shoulder. "Laying with one of the highest angels. It wouldn't be sacrilege. You would be doing god's- Lord Azazel's will." Her voice sent shivers down her spine as her imagination started running wild. She was utterly convinced, while Kelart looked at her with a relieved but guilty smile, not knowing if she had doomed Calca with her or freed her of her preconceived notions and guided her onto the path of happiness.
...
I ran my hand through my hair after I closed the book again. There was just too much information in it. Well, it wasn't really surprising as it was supposed to hold every 'arcane wisdom' inside of it. This meant that even rituals, alchemy, and enchantments were part of this. Even things from shows, anime, and books were included in this manifestation of the arcane. An endless well of knowledge.
Knowledge that spanned entire realities was at my fingertips and I could still feel it growing more profound, clearly gaining new knowledge with every second. Even with my enhanced physiology, my heaven-defying talent, and my natural inclination to the pure chaotic potential everything had emerged from, didn't allow me to understand everything this book had to offer.
Some magical systems inside the book were completely different from chaos or tier magic. So foreign, I had to relearn it from the ground up. Effects born from alchemy and enchantment which made abusing the enchantment bugs in Skyrim look like child's play. With so much knowledge and power, it made everything I had now laughable.
Even if I didn't have any powers at all and just the ingredients of some objects and the way to process them, I could end Nazarick in one fell swoop. Too bad some were out of my reach. However, with [Flora's Embrace Vial] I could grow all the plants and herbs I wanted. Ironic that an endless vial was born from a micro-transaction to have your waiting time for your crops cut down without cost now.
If the devs would have known what I changed their little devilish intention into, then their smug faces would instantly drop. Good thing I had been an NPC and hadn't suffered its torture, otherwise I would have gone back and murked them all.
Either way, despite it opening a bunch of alchemic products, there were still things out of reach as they needed ingredients from living creatures that weren't plant-based. A deadra heart for example would be out of reach. Of course, like many things, they won't be for long...
There were still 5 more items in my possession of which two couldn't be used as of now and needed some more preparation and reassurance. However, despite wanting to continue, I needed some rest. Although I had written that most of these items used to be part of me that was now returned to me, it still took a toll on me.
It wasn't exhaustion, but I felt like I was losing my human self more and more, especially with all the knowledge I gained not only about magic but from peeking into reality's secret. I was already getting used to looking into the abyss, so to say. Not to mention the fact I needed some time to digest what I had already gained.
The initial boost wasn't all there was to what I had gained. Even at this very moment, I could feel myself expanding, trying to grow into something that I wasn't able to at this moment. For some reason, I wasn't growing more powerful any longer, even though I should have already gone deep into the ranks of the World Enemies.
It was like something prevented my advancement or something was missing. I had some guessed that it had to do with my human soul, though that was only speculation at this point. With the description of my items and the way they had come into reality, I should already be all-powerful for all intents and purposes, at least for everything that walked the New World regardless of what kind of soul I had before coming here, but I could only wait and see.
My current strength coupled with my items and the immunity to world items, I was already pretty sure I could survive about anything. Even if the entire world and Nazarick wanted to end me, I could still escape. However, it was time to marinate in my power and grew naturally for a few weeks before continuing with my abuse of reality.
Besides my personal strength, I had also already convinced the Queen of this Kingdom to help me 'fight' the demon, essentially giving me control over the entire country's resources. If I played my cards right, I would be able to unify the country and save it. After doing so, I would be effectively in control. Even if Calca continued to rule the Holy Kingdom, it would be in name only as I could just give the word and they would do it.
Honestly, it had been a bit too fast for my liking. If I had known that their reaction to my arcane power and the fact I was an Archangel would be this extreme, I would have waited before making contact, but I was sure I could stretch out the process to give me some extra time before I would be called back to Nazarick.
Man, I really shouldn't have touched them. I had only deactivated my aura but not my touch. With my talent, I could already control how enticing I would be, but I had forgotten to turn off the effect of my touch as I hadn't thought about touching them.
I would just avoid skin contact in the future since it was rather uncomfortable to restrict myself. Either way, since I wanted to wait until I grew into my powers and my political career was on its way to cascade to national levels pretty soon, I was left with some spare time. Of course, indulging in my desires was an option, but there was something else that had been on my mind.
Through the knowledge and talents I had gotten through my items, I was able to perceive and study the inner workings of this New World and its magic, which made me think about permanent Summons. Specifically angels.
I had several spells to summon a platoon of different-tiered angels. I also had a skill after entering the ranks of Archangels of Sephira to summon some angels of the First Sphere, the highest angels below the Archangels. The problem was that Summons were temporary in nature and this didn't change in the New World.
Of course, there were exceptions, the usage of items like the goblin horns that Enri used or Mercenary NPCs that were summoned through a monster book, which was just Data of a specific monster, a special summoning ritual, and an adequate amount of gold. These were the only permanent Summons I knew of.
Since they needed to be tethered to this world, the items that were used during the summon would become part of the reality it was used in. Afterward, the Summon would gain its body through the reflection of the soul and the fuel of the spell, and voila, a permanent Summon was born.
Obviously, there were other ways to get some helping hands for an indefinite time like Ainz did and was doing with his skill [Create Undead]. This skill allowed Ainz to create an army of Death Knights through a simple skill and a corpse.
The skill either created an undead out of the power that fueled the skill or it used a corpse to force it to transform into the wanted undead. The former's energy would soon disperse without anything anchoring it to reality, while the latter used something that was already part of reality. No complicated, costly rituals or items were needed, just a corpse that could hold the negative energy like it would naturally.
It truly was a convenient way to bypass the restrictions of one's skill. However, angels were a different beast since there wasn't anything that could hold divine energy apart from worshiped idols and practitioners of the divine.
From my understanding, I could get some paladins and priestesses to act as the vessel for my angels, and with the support of the Queen and the leader of the priesthood, I could pull it off.
I could probably also do with fanatics or even regular believers if they voluntarily offered their bodies as a vessel for a divine spirit to possess them, but these would all be low-tiers with no chance of getting anything high up the totem pole. Of course, it wasn't something I dismissed entirely. Currently, I was well received by the general populace, but not give-up-their-lives-well-received. This would take time, time I didn't want to wait on.
The Whispering Tome gave me a plethora of all kinds of spells, rituals, skills, or even potions I could force someone to drink and create or summon any angel permanently bound to this world, or at least until I canceled their existence. There was a problem though. These usually didn't summon or create the angels of Yggdrasil, they weren't my subordinates, my kin-
I... I mean it shouldn't matter, but it did as I wasn't keen on summoning some unsuspecting angel of another reality. The question of loyalty set aside, who knew what kind of attention I would garner from pulling angels from a different reality? I wasn't ready for a Holy Spirit or heathen gods to come knocking at my door.
I would much rather deal with a pissed-off Yggdrasil than some unknown cosmic being that came asking for their kidnapped soldiers/children. Better the tree you know than the gods you didn't. Of course, this meant dealing with Yggdrasil, but that immobile piss of shit of a tree was already hostile anyways.
Despite the fact that we were far away from its influence, the realm of Yggdrasil should still exist. Regardless of the game's ending, it should be around until Ragnarok just without a new influx of Players.
At least it had been my theory because summoning still functioned in the New World. Most summon spells of other realities operated similarly as their name suggested, they summoned them from another place, which in turn meant Yggdrasil had to be around for summons to work. Perhaps I was just reading too much into it, but the clues pointed out otherwise.
Now, the solution to my little predicament of permanent angelic followers wasn't that complicated from my point of view. Since they needed something to anchor their existence to this world, I would just transform corpses to be able to hold the divine energy. My domain was teeming with divine energy that I converted from the souls I had harvested.
I could just drench the corpses in divine energy, let it marinate until it could hold the energy, and revive the corpse in the process. It wouldn't have a specific soul and would turn into a mindless body filled with my divine energy that I could mold like I want it to. It would be a blank slate. This would remove any lingering negative energy and create a body without a mind.
The divine energy that would be occupying the body would obey my call and accept any blessings I bestowed, to be reborn as an angel. It was rather simple if one ignored the fine-tuning of preventing intelligence to be born before I could use my skills as it would only complicate the process. I would need to convince them to be a vessel, which would be such a pain.
"I want you to organize a collaborate mission with the Paladin Order to slay some demi-humans," I ordered as I made up my mind.
Yuri's headless body bowed in understanding, making me turn my gaze downward where her head was diligently serving me with her nose buried in my pubes. Her tongue was still moving and her throat constricted and relaxed around my head as she instinctively tried to swallow it.
The bulge of her throat was inevitable with my dick so deep inside her that it continued inside her headless body through the magical flames connecting them. She continued to look at me as if to make sure I was pleased with the treatment and I was.
The sight was truly wonderful, her eyes were tearing up and if she were a human, she would have long suffocated with tears spilling and ruining her mascara. Too bad, she didn't need to breathe or wore any make-up, otherwise, just the sight would have made me cum already.
"You are doing well, Yuri. It feels amazing." I muttered as I patted her head, making her blush in the process. She thanked me, though it just caused her throat to vibrate, which made me squeeze her face with my thighs.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw her shivering body, rubbing her legs together like she wanted to scratch her itch but didn't dare to. "How about you masturbate?" I asked otherwise it would only be me pleasuring myself with her head which essentially amounted to an elaborate and macabre blowjob that was closer to a fleshlight than actual oral intercourse.
Suddenly a [Gate] opened just in front of the door before someone knocked on it. "Come in, Albedo," I called out before my wife stepped into my office. Without bothering with the masturbating Yuri shivering in the corner, she jumped at me over the desk and into my arms.
"Woah there. You on your break?" I asked as she straddled me before noticing Yuri's head on my crotch.
"Yep, my dearest." She answered as she dismounted me. Her hand grabbed Yuri's hair and started to stroke me with it as if it truly was a fleshlight, making the maid sputter at the sudden movement. She had barely acclimated to having it deep in her throat, the movement instantly made her tear up again.
As Albedo jerked me off with Yuri's head, she pressed her lips against mine before her tongue prodded, asking permission to enter. I opened my mouth and let her take charge as she explored my mouth before enticing my tongue into her mouth only for her to suck on it. She proceeded to bob her head while continuing to suck on my tongue, essentially giving my tongue a blowjob.
My hand reached out to her bubble butt and squeezed her wonderful voluptuous, soft yet firm ass. It took a moment of making out until I finally came down Yuri's throat, which magically landed inside her stomach. Her body was arching her back like she wanted to break it before flopping down to a powerless heap.
"That was really nice, thank you two," I asked after we separated from the kiss. Albedo looked giddy at what I said, shyly nodding before she pulled Yuri's head off my crotch only for her put my still erect dick into her mouth and continued like she wanted to suck my cum out of my balls.
I absentmindedly grabbed onto one of her horns and aided her movement which she enjoyed for some reason. "Did you polish your horns? They look nice... and they feel really smooth to touch."
She nodded around my dick at my observation with happiness radiating from her, her wings fluttered like he was a dog wagging her tail in excitement. She removed her mouth from my throbbing cock with a plop. "Yes! I thought it would be better to have a better and easier grip on my handles when you fuck my face."
"Good thinking. Just don't hurt yourself okay? There is nothing I would change about you." I then reached down to her wings and gave them a feel as they too looked specifically taken care of. The touch was heavenly, smooth like silk and so soft that I just wanted to sleep on them.
Albedo observed my expression as I ran my fingers across her wings while continuing to serve me. I smiled lightly and started patting her head, which flustered the succubus, causing her bobbing rhythm to be disrupted.
Truly a flustered succubus was a good succubus. "Don't swallow and don't let it spill out of your mouth. Let it flow out of your nose" I ordered, making her pull my dick out of her throat until only my head was inside. She jerked me to completion and kept her mouth tighly shut around my throbbing cock as I shot load after load into her mouth.
Her breathing became more difficult when cum leaked out of her nose before dripping down her chin. I pulled out and smacked it against her offered cheek. "You are such a good girl... By the way, do you know Ainz's schedule?"
