Talia frowned, “It would be incredibly rude of me to decline a meal so carefully prepared by Ms. Jacobs! Aeris shall not punish me for indulging myself every so-often…” as she sat down at the table and accepted a steaming bowl of rabbit-stew.
Michael sat on the other end of the table, and once she handed the two of them their food and silverware, Laura sat on the southern side. It was dark out, but she still wanted to look out the window; of course, it was so bright inside the kitchen, that it was impossible to see outside.
The Nephilim noticed that the ceramic bowl he was using, was covered white, with beautiful golden inscriptions along the sides. Even the spoon was made out of mithril, and engraved with a myriad of ‘runes.’
He smirked at the overachieving Huntress, “Ya know, I don’t really ‘need’ such fancy shit. But~, thank you, ya did a good fuckin job! Anyway~, what is it exactly that you’re expecting from me? At first, I figured that you were only interested in becoming my Companion so that I could help your people… but your hometown is probably getting destroyed at the moment, and you’re more concerned with whether or not I’m satisfied with some goddamn kitchenware! Hahahaha~! No, but seriously, what’s your angle?”
Talia sighed, then gazed up at the glowing ceiling, while muttering “You don’t seem to understand… It’s not as if I’m indifferent to the suffering of my people; there is simply nothing that either of us can do right now. Who are we to meddle in the affairs of Gods and Goddesses? My father, sisters and brother, should all be in Aeris Village City right now… If the enemies are powerful enough to defeat the Goddess of Storms, then how could we possibly intervene?”
Michael asked “Wait a second, I thought that there were only nine Goddesses?” before devouring a large piece of rabbit-meat.
She slowly sipped the delicious broth, and explained “The Nine Elemental Goddesses are beings beyond this mortal realm, but there are Elves, Angels, Demons and even Humans who have earned godly titles… In fact, aren’t you a ‘Death God?’ Isn’t that what Shinigami means?”
He snickered, then complained “Yeah, I gotcha, but all I needed to do was die twenty-one times, before I got mine… Seems kinda insignificant to me.”
Laura stared at him with a shocked expression, and Talia revealed “There are many ways to achieve most titles. The conditions are sometimes more severe for certain people. Aside from ‘The Innocent,’ I’ve never earned any other titles, even after seventy-four years… While you and your other Companions seem to receive them rather easily.”
Michael smirked, “So that’s why… Well, envy is a pretty fucking strong motivator, hehe~. Hell, I ain’t gonna judge ya. If anything, I can relate with you a bit more now. Whether it’s fame, power, sex, love, money, or whatever, people always have desires. We use each-other for various reasons, and that’s completely normal.”
The Huntress glared at him, before sneering, “Indeed, no one wants to be powerless, poor, starving, hated, ignored, or forced to live a life of endless loneliness. Perhaps there was a time, long, long ago, when I experienced such things, but much can happen over the course of seventy-four years. I would rather not speak of such ‘ancient’ history though… If you truly want to know what my greatest desires are, then I shall reveal several of them now. A ‘suitable’ husband, and a child… I do not wish to adopt, but want to produce an offspring using my own body.”
“Hahahaha~! Well, it’s pretty fuckin cliche, but I do understand the instinct to reproduce and wanting to be married is ‘normal’ enough.” Michael snickered loudly, while spooning large quantities of rice, broth and rabbit-meat into his mouth.
Talia sighed, smiled at him and continued “That first desire was simply a very long-term aspiration of mine. My mother was three centuries old when she met my father, and she had never once been with a man before then. What I want from you, more than anything else, is power. Aside from the various general benefits of becoming your Companion, I wish to obtain divine equipment and eventually… surpass level-thirty.”
Hearing that, Laura choked on her soup and the Nephilim asked “Is that supposed to be difficult? Cause, I’m pretty sure that all of us are gonna make it to level one-hundred by the end of the year…”
Both of the women stared at him blankly for a few moments, before the High-Elf started laughing hysterically. Even the Priestess giggled at the absurdity of what he had just said.
Michael finished the last of his soup and sighed at the two of them, “Welp, thank you for the meal Nekomommy, and it’s been fun talking to you kids, but I gotta go deal with Cunty and the cunt. Hasta luego!”
He teleported directly into the Necropolis, near the entrance. The moment that he made the skull-faced Dark-Goblin appear, she screamed “You fucking cunt-whore-bitch! I’mma tear yer goddess-damned asshole out!” and stabbed her Legendary tanto into the Nephilim’s groin.
Considering that he wasn’t even wearing anything but his Arcane boxers and t-shirt, the damage was truly massive. However, it wasn’t the kind of attack that could kill him within the Player-House. Unless she actually managed to obliterate his entire body, it was simply impossible.
Sarah, impaled her shadowy tendrils through his chest and abdomen before attempting to tear his entire body into six pieces. Michael ‘Whispered’ “Calm the fuck down! Snap outta that shit!” and she instantly unequipped all of her gear, falling onto her hands and knees.
The little girl’s aura was normally pitch-black, yet it seemed to radiate around her like a bright-blue inferno of frigid air. She screamed “Ragh~! Why am I still so weak?! Damn it!” before violet tears actually started falling from her eyes, onto the frozen soil: which began bursting into flames upon contact.
Once his injuries healed, Michael coughed a few times, before he began snickering loudly. Hearing him mocking her, Sarah glared up at the Nephilim and asked “How can you keep laughing like a fucking asshole all the time?! What’s so goddess-damned funny!?”
He smirked, “Nah~, ya just act so ‘mature’ that I forget how young you are sometimes. Even if you’re emotionally and physically an adult, you’re still pretty inexperienced… Did ya think that just because you had all that gear, you’d be invincible now? Hehehe~, anyway~… stop crying like a little bitch and help me with something.”
She growled “What the hell is it this time?! I ain’t suckin your dick!” but he just walked near the wall and reached his left hand out. Suddenly, there was a deafening roar, and a colossal monstrosity appeared.
It had pitch-black scales, the head of a raptor, four gigantic arms, two reptilian legs, a generally humanoid frame and a huge spiked lizard-like tail. Michael shouted “Oi, Cunty! Grab the fucking wall! Shit, just latch on like a goddamn cockroach! There’s plenty of… oh wait, it can’t see anything! Sarah, follow me!”
The Nephilim teleported onto the raging beast’s back, and equipped all of his ‘gear.’ With a massive sword in both hands, he stabbed downwards, easily tearing through the thin black scales, fragile bones and puncturing a hole into the creature’s left lung. A pillar of crimson flames erupted from the wound, and the monster began violently spinning because of the propulsion.
Sarah was almost instantly wearing her armor, including her skull-mask, and wielding her Legendary weapon as a wakizashi. Shadow-Stepping onto the right side of the gigantic demon’s chest, her boots easily clung to it: even under such an extreme situation.
She copied Michael and began slicing open the monstrous chest, allowing the superheated gasses to escape. With the two sides opposing each-other, it stopped spinning randomly, and seemed to settle down a bit. Also, as the air drained from its body, the creature’s buoyancy fell dramatically. Eventually, it landed on the ground and after they allowed it to heal, breathing in the thick, frigid, aura of pure Darkness, it didn’t start floating again.
The little girl stood in front of the terrified monster’s face, along with the Nephilim. She asked “What the fuck is this thing anyway? It’s so big, but still so pathetically weak?”
Michael snickered, walking forward and gently caressing the slimy scales on its left cheek. One-hundred meters was absurdly large, and the size difference between the two, was similar to that of a Human and mouse.
He muttered “Hmmm~, I knew it had ta do with that damn Arcane Prison… so evolution actually is influenced by the environment? Makes sense I suppose, though that might be closer to adaptation, but whatever, doesn’t really matter. All I know is, from now on, never evolve inside of that place, hehe~. Well, this probably has something to do with Chaos Affinity, and it seems like the ‘air’ within that space was weird too. Or, it could just be that this environment is suppressing its ‘Fire’ properties, while enhancing the Darkness nonsense.”