A specter form came out of the orb which lost its color soon. The specter shared an uncanny resemblance with the ugly priest.
Soon, the ugly priest's specter —ghost/remnant— looked around and even touched itself "...I'm dead."It uttered to no one in particular before its eyes landed on The Evolved Lamia, who has acquired a humanoid form.
His specter's eyes widened, in shock and horror "...You! How?"His specter form marveled as to how and why she was standing on two legs and was even wearing clothes.
Conan's lips widened in amusement, the lamia had gained more intelligence from its affinity with him and It couldn't let go of the man and wanted vengeance, so out of curiosity—a trait of Conan that she seemed to have inherited—she checked if she could turn him into one of the weepers, just like he had turned the ones he had abused to death.
But what she found was different, while the Weepers were animated spirits of beings who died in unwillingness and agony, the specter of the man of kongieus was sentient. But how so?
The God of kongieus gave his spirit to his followers in a way different from the other gods, that Is, as testicles.
The spirit in which he gives his disciples has his spiritual energy but was synthesized with the spirit of the disciple to facilitate it.
Thus, for some reason, their residual consciousness is left In the cores after they die, due to the synthesis of the spirit of the disciple and the spiritual energy of the god of satyrs, giving birth to a Spectre.
The specter of the ugly priest wanted to move about in glee but was unable to, he looked for the reason and realized that the vengeful lamia had bound him in misty spiritual energy strands "...hey! Let me go!"He yelled but the lamia was busy doing the same thing she did to him to the corpses of the other priests.
She stimulated their testicles and called out their residue conscience and bind them all with her misty spiritual energy strands. After all, they were spirits and they were defenseless against spiritual energy like the Lamia's, which was nothing but pseudo-attributed, but mostly pure. Thanks to Conan giving her the orb of refined spirits to absorb.
She came towards Conan, who was silently watching along, and asked pointing at the pouches of the priests "...jar?"
Conan frowned at first, not grabbing the essence of what she was asking of before he finally realized after seconds of thought.
He took the pouch of one of the priests and took out a transparent jar and handed it to her, curious as to how she was going to carry such a feat out on her first try.
With spirit burning with flames of vengeance, the strands which she had used to bind the men all connected to her fingers, and with the concentration of the mind and movements of the fingers, she brought the specter of the men closer and towards the jar.
As the specters of the priests were being moved closer, the priests resisted but to no avail, they were now utterly defenseless, all screaming in unwillingness.
Their translucent and impure wispy forms started turning red and wispy dark, like the weepers and that's what they became as they were shoved and sealed in the jar by the Lamia who smiled in satisfaction on hearing their screams of freedom and unwillingness to be sealed.
She will sleep with their pleads as lullabies to her ears from thenceforth...
"Are you done?"Conan asked with arms folded over his chest, his sudden voice making the Lamia look at him with a start and then mildly smiled on seeing his proud smirk.
"Let's get you out of here, okay?"Conan said, and walked towards her, treading the bloodstained floor towards the seemingly lightheaded and enlightened Lamia.
the Lamia nodded in accordance, but later spoke "...Wait!"Making Conan stop in his track and frown, mild frustration evident on his face, he was getting late already. He needed to be at the apartment as soon as possible before the day starts.
The evolved lamia on the other hand went towards the broad sword of the high priest and took it, making clumsy swings with it, before taking it with her.
But Conan said in disapproval "Don't take that sword, they can find you with that..."He took the sword from her hands and tossed it, making her expression sullen a bit.
"I have better swords, do you want?"He asked, to which The Lamia meekly nodded, she needed to protect herself, and she needed a weapon. She knew Conan won't let her follow him nor will he follow her.
"Okay, hm..."Conan muttered and cupped his chin in thought, thinking of the best longsword that can be suitable for her. He then snapped in fingers and having come to a conclusion he brought a claymore from his spatial ring to the delight of the Lamia.
The sword's blade was smooth, with a dark reflective sheen. It was long and terrifyingly sharp. The evolved lamia held the long two-handed hilt with a hand, appreciating the patterns on the hilt, the spade-shaped pummel, and the angular quillons embracing the base of the blade.
He kept swords with him, matter of fact, he can touch a sword but wielding it is forbidden, because of the oath.
"Do you like it?"Conan asked, not wanting to gift the Lamia what she didn't like and wouldn't later use, probably because she didn't make progress in sword arts.
"Yes... I love."The Lamia however emphasized her appreciation towards the claymore. Conan gave her a sheath and a strap, which she used to strap the sword to her back, across her trunk.
After she was done and Conan made sure she was ready. He made her stand beside him, he stretched out his arm and blue wispy spiritual energy shrouded his hand, he closed his eyes and a slit with chasmal blue depths appeared on his forehead.
He was using his spiritual energy to use his oracle eye, which was sealed but still usable, to open a portal in space.
In front of him, the space started to open up as a spherical tear In space that revealed another connected part in space on the other side, like the two parts were folded and then punctured to create the portal. The circumference of the portal was shrouded in wispy spiritual energy.
As the portal was opening up, Conan turned to the Lamia, his eyes closed but the blue-slitted glow on his forehead never faded.
"You won't be safe among humans so you'll have to live with the pseudo-humans. Go to the pseudo-human kingdom, it is lawless there, and make sure you find a life for yourself there."Conan spoke sagely, his words brief.
Conan lowered his hand, but did not open his eyes, nor did the blue glow beneath the skin of his forehead fade. He said to her "...Go and do whatever you want, be neutral. Don't forget to explore your potential to the tiniest detail and most importantly, don't follow the masses. Pay attention to yourself not what others had done and left as an example. You're you, not them."
"Find a purpose, and don't build your life on vengeance, because vengeance becomes fulfilled and after that, you become empty, with no purpose." He said with sagely conduct. But inside, he was cringing for being bad at giving speeches. Not did he want to tell her any motivational quotes.
Saying this, he urged her gently to pass through the portal, which she did but she waited and looked at him with sadness on having to depart from him.
"... It's okay, We'll cross paths soon, I'm sure of that. It'll be tough, but make sure you make a name for yourself there," Conan said and asked, realizing that he didn't know her name " and that reminds me, what is your name?"Conan inquired but was met with silence and the confused expression of the Evolved Lamia.
Now, that he thought about it, Lamias are nomadic races and didn't have parental care for the young ones. After they give birth, they move on with their nomadic life and leave the young ones to fend for themselves.
"Your bloodline is purer now, you're an evolved and mutated lamia, you can't become an ascended immortal due to the restriction on the plane, so you became an evolved lamia. Well then, your name is now lamia."Conan said to her and she nodded with a serious expression.
The Portal slowly closed as soon as Conan opened his eyes and the glowing slit on his forehead faded. A voice came from the other side of the portal saying, "thank you, lord..."
The portal then vanished...
Conan dryly chuckled, for a moment there, he felt like an old and secluded master, departing from his disciple who was going on a mission to achieve greatness.
Well, that's what he brought his babies to the human realm for, so they could gain experience and know how to control their abilities and discover more, through experience rather than being taught.
Experience is still the best teacher. Every god started from somewhere, every god with their own experiences. Not every god had a teacher, not even he, he had no one to point out his mistakes.
"lucky brats." He muttered.
The pseudo-human/monster kin realm will even be more troublesome for Lamia as the beings there were of monster and human— or other intelligent race's — bloodline.
The majority of the citizens will be strong, there will be power strife and hierarchies, factions, and packs. It seemed like a good place to take his babies to, and he will in the future, but now he can only count on Lamia to be alive till then and hoped that she would have climbed the hierarchy to the top by then.
But for now... "My babies."He muttered and rushed out of the cavern, to the forest.
He took out a bow and a silver arrow construct with orange spirit codes intricately inscribed on its body from his spatial ring. He notched the arrow in the bow and pulled the string, aiming for the cloudy and starry sky.
He channeled spiritual energy into the arrow, making the spirit codes glow fiery yellow. He shot it to the sky and it crossed a considerable distance in a second, before exploding, releasing a bright light and thundering boom descend upon the land.
He did so to attract attention towards the cavern hideout of the goose creeds, there might be survivors left or kidnappees they hadn't killed yet.
He hoped to gain the attention of the Enforcers at Zoe's murder scene and ran in another direction as opposed to where they would come from.
He didn't open a portal, which would be very fast and effective but he was unsure if there were devices that could detect spatial tear or fluctuation in the city.
Or perhaps, he was just being over paranoid...
He didn't want to risk the well-being of his babies, so he decided to run and not fly. With his speed, he'll reach the duchy in little time.
But can a celestial in mortal form know that he had attracted more attention than intended?