Shadow of the Abyss

It was after the Vale King had finished training Elena that control was relinquished back to him. Six thousand and fifty-six times, he died combating the Vale King. The man certainly did not shy away from blinking, and neither did Altair. He would not deny that part of him. He would defeat him one day.

"Master?" Tasha called to him from the reins of his carriage. He often liked to drive. He had never gotten the chance back on Terra. The horses were moving a bit fast, faster than normal horses that could, at most, pull a carriage for fifteen miles. Almor-bred horses could do so for a hundred miles.

It wasn't far, in his opinion; he was better off leaving and returning with a car or bike, but he had an image to maintain.

Tasha sat coach, leaning her head against his shoulder. He could smell the blood on her; he could practically taste it. She had done what he asked—what the Vale King had asked. There wasn't much distinction between them. Not really.

"I saw Elena just now." Her hand reached for his crotch, patting it with fever. "She had a silly look on her face. I hope she didn't milk you for all you had."

Altair's cock betrayed his stoic expression. The thing certainly did not have any pride. He was aroused and frustrated, both with Tasha and himself. Why did she have to be a devil? A creature of considerable evil. How many did she butcher today?

Men, women, and children. Was It painful? It surely was she glowed when it came to torture. And she was glowing now. He found that even more arousing.

"Enough." Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away. "How many were you able to summon?"

"Three," Tasha answered but did not pull away from his shoulder. "I sent two ahead of us. She should arrive in Vastroph in a month. The two ought to sleep their way to the top. They…."

Altair stopped listening. It wasn't that he was trying to ignore her, but he would hear the same report from Raven. Any other time, he might have listened, but today was his Day off, or so Iliana had decreed when he saw her earlier today.

"You're in a state of soul exhaustion. Go to sleep." She'd said before throwing a bottle to her lip.

Altair sighed, hating how weak his soul and body were. Even if he could hardly feel the exhaustion, it would continue to grow the more Iliana taught. Her sessions were becoming rather complex.

"Tasha," Altair interrupted. "What is your name?" The devil went silent. He didn't quite understand the significance of a true name. Tasha had glossed over it, and he was too lazy to waste time with his omniscience to find out. He had better things to learn.

For what she was, he had treated her well. Not once had he considered her a plaything, a simple tool for pleasure, even when she made it easy. Tasha had real power in his kingdom. Her word was beneath his, for she saw things he didn't at times. The past month in the Nier estate had proven how well-versed Tasha was in manipulation. However, none of that mattered if she served two masters.

The Vale King was right about one thing. Tasha did need to be trained.

"Master, I hope you know I would never, I could never betray you."

"I know," he said simply.

It was that simplicity that made Tasha sweat.

"I've come to a decision about you, Tasha. I think… I hold you back. Perhaps I am too nice. Too naive. You're a devil. And you could never betray me.

You are bound by blood and Oath. But it's that very Blood and Oath that binds you to another." He smiled, looking ahead. "You are my Sword Maid, but you are also a Devil—my Devil."

Tasha gulped. "Master, what are you—"

"This natural silence gives me so much time to think. So don't speak till I ask for it. I've been patient. Perhaps that was my undoing; perhaps it was a manipulation on your part to push me harder into your hands, or maybe it's Grimorys. But I will learn of your true name today before I take off your leash."

Tasha blinked, touching her neck. " You mean to abandon me?" To a Lilm, that was probably a fate worse than death. They were built to serve. She had taken that Oath.

"I mean to unleash you. It's… it's not in my best interest to keep your nature in check. I realized that last night when you told me about summoning devils and demons. If you were unleashed, you might have done so simply to please me."

Coldness penetrated Altair's eyes as he stared at Tasha. "What am I to you?"

"God! The Almighty," she said it so factually that one might have thought he had asked why the sky was blue. There was no doubt Tasha was not lying. She believed it.

Altair smiled. "yes. You were made to serve. And you shall. I will allow you to. But not without a—"

She kissed him. And for the briefest instant, her soul touched his own, presenting a name: Ashara Vil Lilm Corvta De Asmodeus.

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She was free. Unleashed, her Master called it to serve him in any way he desired. She could do so— She would do so—Better than Reina or Syris, or Raven, for that matter.

She was unleashed.

Ashara wasn't sure if she was dreaming. She was free. Free to do as she pleased in his name. To scheme, to kill.

"Anything I want?" She asked again, and he smiled. Those perfect black eyes nearly swallowed her into its endless depths.

"If it's upsetting, I don't want to know unless I ask or if it needs to be said. Tasha" —that name felt funny now that he knew her true name— "I want power. And I need you to help with that. But that doesn't mean you'll not be responsible for your failures. Those succubus you sent to Vastroph. If they cause me trouble…" there wasn't a need for him to continue. Find your next adventure on empire

She was ready to fall on her sword if needed; so was the price of power. Ashara understood that well, better than most, in fact. There was a Fallen who governed such a concept. Moloc, The Lord of Sacrifice.

"Of course, I understand," Ashara said And made her voice cautious. It was best she not only understood caution but showed it. Little things like this, her Master tended to reward.

His silver hair fluttered, catching the light so it seemed like a wave of silver fire. Ashara had preferred his usual looks, though she admitted Nox had a certain degree of handsomeness to him. Nothing compared to the original. But then again, what could compare to his greatness? He was more radiant than all the suns combined.

"Now, what shall we do about this?" he meant the throbbing bulge beating against his undergarments.

Butterflied fluttered erratically across her loins when she saw him stand to his feet. He wrote something in the air, and the invocation of spirit chimed. It was almost too quick to see before it vanished.

The spell kept the horses on the move without the need for the master's hand. A simple spell but one that usually took years to master and longer to create. Ashara could not imagine Iliana teaching such a spell. It was beneath her. The only logical conclusion was that he created it himself.

Abruptly, she realized he was waiting. A hint of shame colored her cheeks as she used her mouth to lower his britches. And gulped, looking up at the thing that made daytime seem like night.

His eyes were like dark chips of ice as her tongue lulled out to accept him. It had been too long. The mere sight of his third leg made her legs watery.

"Stay." Altair's voice caught her off guard. It was soft yet commanding, holding her in place. Torrents of fire reverberated through her body as she looked up—soaked beneath her robes.

Goosebumps pricked her skin as a familiar heat sunk against the depths of her tongue, seeking to rob her of her sanity. She flushed like a maiden in heat. His scent was so intoxicating. Heavy pants left her lips as she watched him watching her.

"do not move," he ordered, that heavy, mellifluous voice of his, sending Jolts scattering across the core of her being.

More. Ashara wanted more, needed more—craved more.

Suddenly, realizing she was beneath the thrall of a familiar ability, the Hands of the incubus—when did he become so good—her very own version, responded before she could stop it. This time, he quivered, color fluttering across his cheeks. His eyes didn't seem so cold then. If only she could take him all in; he might be hers for the day.

The thought had her shiver as a thick, white, savory ooze began to flow, eating away at her sanity, what she would give to swallow him whole so that he might sing to her.

"Do not move, " he ordered in that commanding voice, slapping his cock against her tongue. Elation cracked like a whip through her loins. "Good girl. You came, didn't you?" She had. "You must have been frustrated."

"Master—" she tried begging, but his cock slapped against her tongue again, and whatever words she had were drowned by the lewd pants for air and the sound of his cock hitting her naked tongue.

Her reward was his smile. "This will be your punishment for being so disobedient this month. Your Master is going to spank that tongue of yours till he cums."

Elation curdled her bones to goo as he began beating his cock against her tongue, showering her face with his seed. She came, wanting nothing more than for that ecstasy inside her to come out.

She wanted more.