The Harem King

I held the thing up and marveled at the strange runes that ran along its length. Truly a rare craft, i concluded.

"Come." i whispered into the dark night around me.

"BANG!" another deafening sound greeted my ears and immediately after, i finally witnessed the prize that has always been with me ever since she arrived and made me bleed.

"How are you doing this?" the pitiful old creature asked. There were tears in her eyes. And more than that, blood oozed out from her sorry form as it evaporated ceaselessly even as we speak.

Still, i admired her. For even now surrender never appeared in her mind. The b.i.t.c.h kept on fighting as she gave everything she ever possessed. Even at the expense of her own body and soul.

The withered grandma was certainly an image worthy of note as one of the ghastliest scenes I"ve ever witnessed in my long life.

"Don"t you remember this?" i smiled and lent her the weapon in my hands.

She tried to grab it with her broken hands and failed a couple of times before successfully touching her old companion. But alas, even the memory of it was slowly receding from her mind.

This was because of the mystery of my technique, Soul Corruption. Anything that grazed my body would be under my bidding.

Even a simple item that can connect to its owner would not be saved by the influence of my power.

This was one of the three mightiest abilities under my possession and I was glad that it did not fail to give me a positive result.

I could have taken her the moment she decapitated me but prudence had always taken control of my insanity first and foremost.

I had to determine if she was of value to my own before i reveal some of my cards to the mult.i.tudes of prying eyes around me. I smiled and congratulated myself for a good find indeed.

Time Manipulation would be a great addition to my ever growing a.r.s.enal. The options from now on was certainly not limited to this catch.

"Rise and be reborn!" i said in a loud voice.

"BANG!" the crumpled figure of the old hag beneath my feet regained its former glory. The essences of time embraced her form and renewed the vigor of spirit that i once used to see upon her person.

But this was different from the last. I did not make her recover to that h.o.a.ry witch"s persona. That was disgusting to say the least. What i commanded her to return to was of course the scene of her prime.

Her hair was purple, her eyes were cold and she had sported prideful brows on her beautiful face.

Gone was the ordinary dress and what replaced them was a skirt and a thin tight shirt that matched the colors on her head.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were pushed upwards that offered blatantly the twin treasures that she offered everyone in spades. Lucia was definitely a tight c.u.n.t in her youth.

Though she could have used this gorgeous guise from the very beginning but she chose not to. Curious.

"Why do you hide behind that rotten form before?" i asked. Though i could have read her mind but where was the fun in talking to myself.

"Saves me from the perverts, master. And..." she paused and i heard her imprisoned soul roared as she wept miserably at the same time.

Any other time i would pitied her but right now, that was absolutely far from my mind.

"And what? Continue."

"NOOOOOOO! PLEASE!" the echoes of her lament was strong but i cared not for her woes. That was hers to begin with and not mine.

"I only want my husband to see my real face." the unemotional voice of the lovely lady answered me back.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the real Lucia wept in such an agonizing manner. It was bothersome so I tuned her out from my senses.

"Really? Where is he?" i resumed by asking.

"He left." my toy Lucia replied and looked at the myriad spheres beyond this reality.

"So he had gone to see what was out there. STUPID!"

"HAHAHA!"

"HAHAHA!"

"HAHAHA!" my laughter rang in the void and I closed my eyes as i counted the seconds off.

I wondered when was the last time i laughed this hard because the show of mirth was alien even to my own ears. A few breaths of maniacal laughter and still, no change happened.

The prey has not bitten the hook. Sad but not totally unfortunate.

"Why do you hesitate, woman?" were my first words after a full minute of malevolent jollity. My question was ignored. So i said again.

"Here. Take it." I recaptured the wooden cane from the hands of Lucia and threw it at a far distance. The shimmering runes winked out of existence into the unknown location it was currently sailing through.

Again. No takers. What a pity.

"Will you come?" i started once more.

"Or do you want me to be the one to go there?" and i ended it with these words. I smiled with excitement and was preparing to launch for a new quest.

"Why?" a voice from out of the blue. It was a female"s. And even that single word had enticed everything that was male and animal in me. It was soft but took more of a melody.

Like a piece that was sung in a song. Obstructed and separated from the rest of the harmonic lyrics that composed its whole.

"Isn"t that supposed to be my question?" And silence.

"I was minding my own business and you had the gall to interfere." I stated.

"You do not belong here. You will only bring forth much pain and death in us." i heard a wondrous song rather than perceived her simple answer. It brought joy to my soul.

Something that even i can"t do it on my own volition. Not after the deaths and senseless ma.s.sacres i"ve caused in the past.

"Still not revealing yourself. Hmmm. Why don"t i let you get reacquainted with your friend here. Seems like you two could use it since you are fond to whisper unwanted advises after all."

If not for this f.u.c.king songbird, then i could have gotten more out of today"s harvest. But then again, it was not yet too late to get a second fish in my net.

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