The winds stirred above the altar, weaving and collapsing together a dense cloud of mist emerged from their depths. It bubbled into a thick and large fog, spilling from the altar.
Something changed in the air.
A sudden warmth.
Ezrahl narrowed his gaze, making Aesther wonder why he had wanted to leave earlier all of sudden.
A woman stepped out from the mist.
Her body was forged with an otherwordly beauty. As she walked barefoot, draped in a loose kimono, her long silver hair with the restless winds.
The dress was a dark shade of crimson, revealing her bare shoulders and clasping tightly around her breasts. It trailed down, parting just over her thighs and flowing down in soft trails.
"..."
"..."
Aesther dumbfoundedly watched her.
"Is that… some nymph?"
The way that woman carried herself made Aesther want to leave the coffin and offer herself at her service too. Her face became a little warm.
"A demon." Ezrahl coldly corrected.
"You said no nether energy," she frowned, "There is no way she could be a demon…"
There was an air of elegant grace clinging closely around her. She made even the normal act of walking seem like a work of art.
Aesther had a hard time moving her eyes off her.
Ezrahl must have felt some of those bewitching effects too because he soon averted his gaze. His voice was calm, but Aesther noticed the subtle tension on his shoulders as he spoke.
"It is closer to ascending towards immortality. There are traces of divine aura in her." he said, "That thing must have cultivated for centuries."
"And she's… worshipped?" Aesther was taken aback.
To ascend toward immortality was nearly impossible. But that was not a hard thing to do when someone was supported by the strong faith of many people. This faith causes the birth of a divine aura.
Enough of it can make someone become a small diety.
"There has to be more to it," Ezrahl replied, "Why would she just abduct the people of Crimson Town?"
Aesther slowly nodded, "It's clear that she's forcing them to kneel as well…"
The demoness walked past the kneeling men and women. She hummed a strange melody, savoring each one of her 'devotees' with a hungry gleam in her eyes.
A delighted laugh came out from her. She threw her head back and the sound of her laugh echoed in the silence of the temple.
"My, my~!" the demoness exclaimed, speaking in the tongue of Akamori, "Tonight is the night we must all unite."
Her red-painted lips spread into a bright smile.
"We shall become one."
The winds responded by gushing out all of the candles. It fluttered her robes, brushing past her silver hair.
"Ezrahl," Aesther watched her intently, "You know how there is a certain kind of creature who dwells inside Kitsune Forest…right?"
She licked her lips, "And… whenever a spirit ascends into a demon, they master some domain. I think hers might be very inappropriate…"
Ezrahl blinked his eyes in puzzlement as he too looked outside the small gap. The demoness had paused in front a man and she quietly looked down.
"Your imagination is rather indecent." He slightly frowned.
It actually was, but Aesther raised a brow and looked at him.
"Why did you want to leave earlier?"
"I sensed her strength," he plainly replied, "We can not fight. So it would have been best to just leave.
Aesther shrugged, "It was pretty late anyway..."
Her words trailed off as an amused smile tugged at her lips.
Ezrahl, on the other hand, closed his eyes and let out a controlled sigh.
The demoness outside had pushed the man on his back, she mounted him right away and started making love with him in ways that left Ezrahl distressed and Aesther frozen in her place.
But her eyes were still curious, and her face was hot.
The demoness moaned and gasped in pleasure. Her man had been a mindless dummy earlier, but now, his breaths hitched and he groaned as if he was being drowned inside a sea of euphoria.
Their lustful sounds were loud in the silence of the temple.
Aesther was at a loss for words.
The sight outside was rather wild and baffling, but if she were, to be honest, the things outside carried a certain artistic beauty to them.
It was clear that the demoness carried a lot of experience.
Ezrahl placed his hand over the gap of the coffin.
"What are you doing?" Aesther was surprised.
He responded with no emotion.
"Don't look." His lips were pressed into a thin line, "It's bad."
Aesther controlled an urge to laugh out loud. Ezrahl was already seventeen. It was the age when people are too curious, but he looked so obviously embarrassed. Even though he tried to keep his expressions indifferent, his ears were red.
Now she wondered how he might react after finding her little present at his library.
The pleasure-filled moans became more heated and desperate. Ezrahl closed his eyes to not hear them and turned his face away.
"Don't hear it either." His disgust was crystal clear.
Aesther sheepishly smiled and gently removed his hand from the creak of the coffin. He stiffened and looked at her as if she had just stabbed him instead.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice was calm and innocent.
"We might have to fight her, Ezrahl. Aren't we all taught to always pay closer attention to our enemies? I just want to be sure of what we might be dealing with."
Ezrahl blinked his eyes open.
Under the dull silver light of the coffin, his ears became even more red. He spoke after a few moments.
"There's—there's nothing to be seen…"
Aesther shrugged and casually glanced outside, "If you don't want, I can do it in your stead."
"..."
Ezrahl did not say anything after that, as if too disturbed by the surroundings. Aesther decided to keep him updated by dropping her comments once in a while. She was really professional with that.
"It's getting wet and gross out there," Aesther murmured, "I wonder if she will suck him dry?"
Ezrahl's lips twitched a little.
"The kitsune spirits alone can feed on our life force," she bit her lips, "But this demoness one is just fucking him…"
"..."
An amused chuckle left her, "Oh you should totally see that!"
He finally glanced at her.
Ezrahl's gaze was as dark as the deadliest of demons, and his words were dripping with bitterness as he spoke in a frighteningly calm voice.
"If you're so interested in that, Your Grace. Shall I arrange you a better seat outside?"
"..."
Aesther nervously chuckled.
"I thought you might want to know! But fine… fine!"
She continued to quietly look outside.
Aesther only wanted to bother him because why won't she do that? If there was anyone else in that place, Aesther would be equally embarrassed.
But it was him.
Her darkest of days, and her most sinful moments, were both with Ezrahl. He had caused too much anguish in her former life. If she could get back at him by some little teasing, Aesther was more than eager to do it.
She cared nothing about how he saw her.
The demoness reached the peak of her pleasure after the long intense moment. As she threw her head back and tightly grasped the robes of her man, a dull dark haze wafted from him.
She inhaled the darkness which refused to subside until a long moment.
When it ended, the demoness looked even more youthful than before. Her air turned more alluring, and an odd temptation brushed Asether's heart as she watched in utter disbelief.
But as that darkness made her blessed with heavenly beauty, the skin of the side of her face was shadowed with new wrinkles.
A wave of euphoric pleasure washed over her expression as she relaxed over the man beneath her.
Her nails dug into his flesh, and a strong wave of corrupted mana poured from her fingers and burst him apart.
"..."
The silence finally made Ezrahl shift a little. But he only opened his eyes, and a deep frown settled.
"You should… look…" Aesther numbly whispered.
"No."
She glanced at him, eyes wary.
"That demoness had been staring at us."