Myriad Devils-Chapter 231: Oh dearest, embrace my flesh

Aegon was not affected by Anon’s taunts, and yet, he played along.

His height slowly shrank to a size only a head or so taller than Anon’s. Before the latter could react, he appeared behind him and intimately embraced him from behind.

Tracing his fingers on Anon’s chest, he bit his sharp, elf-like ear before whispering with a husky voice, "I’ve long made sure that no one can peer into my possessions."

Anon struggled to break free, but there was no resisting the Human Lord, even if this was but an avatar.

However, the Lord of Humans merely chuckled before releasing his son.

"You must remember that you were made in my likeness. If you wish to be playful, it is only because I also have such a nature." Aegon’s expressionless face shattered, and the edges of his lips curled upward ever so slightly.

Seeing his son remain silent, he gently shook his head before his figure slowly turned illusory.

He left with some parting words, "I’ll give you time to fulfill whatever desires your mortal self had towards Earth; however, you are to report to planet Eldara within a week of Earth’s time flow."

Anon pursed his lips.

His Infernal blood continued to stir chaotically. Ever since that exchange, it had not eased.

There was a genuine chill in his heart.

Otherworldly creatures were essentially genderfluid creatures. If one were willing, they could develop either set of reproductive organs, none, or both...

Though he was not absolutely unwilling, this was indeed humiliating for a creature of his stature, so he was reluctant.

However, if it benefited him, then he would muster a will towards it.

Still, he was currently in a state of otherworldly consolidation. His power was dramatically rising, so for him, there was no reason to undergo that kind of humiliation.

Forcing others into that position was okay, but forcing himself...?

No.

Releasing a deep sigh, Anon’s perception folded into the bounds of his mind realm and his third eye reverted to the form of a divine tattoo on his glabella.

His gaze fell on Earth.

Under this gaze, the planet could not hide its true nature.

The rhythmical pulse released an invisible power capable of resisting cosmic forces; it was a power that once protected Earth’s inhabitants from outsiders, and even from themselves...

In the olden era, it would’ve created a grand illusion that had the humans of that time completely fooled.

The universe they saw was merely an illusion, a cage that worked to protect them from the true terrors of the cosmic space.

Observing the earth beneath him, Anon mused in silence, his expression unreadable.

Otherworldly knights with Earthly physiques were the only otherworldly creatures that did not completely transcend a material dimension’s river of time.

Though they were incredibly sensitive to their past selves, making this reality very unlikely, it was still possible for another otherworldly creature to assassinate them through this past self.

At the same time, these otherworldly knights benefitted from the existence of a past self.

If one did not have a way to locate and then deal with an otherworldly knight’s past self, the otherworldly knight could evade permanent death through said past self.

The dragon had attempted to be reborn from its past self confined within the river of time within its home material dimension, but Anon was capable of perceiving this.

He obliterated its true body and its past self...

Anon’s power was incomprehensible and much greater than any otherworldly knight.

It was unknown whether that particular material dimension had survived the residual force of Anon’s attack.

He did not care enough to check, much less focus his power solely on the dragon.

If a few billion mortal dragons died, so what?

They were a foreign species anyway.

Anon focused his gaze on the core city’s city lord manor; however, he was unable to locate his mother in the past.

’Dead mother’s physique was likely greater than the Earthly ones.’

Thinking this, he made a step.

In actuality, it was his wings that quivered slightly, instigating movement.

These wings were one aspect of his Boundless physique, containing an inherent trait. His physique had multiple inherent traits...

As previously mentioned, a principle’s blessing was merely one aspect of otherworldly ascension.

Even an Earthly physique might have its own uniqueness, much less the sole Boundless physique in existence.

When he moved, he escaped the cosmic time flow and stepped into Earth’s time flow.

As an otherworldly creature, he could venture into Earth without needing to step into its time flow; however, mortals within this world would not be capable of perceiving his existence.

"With Earth’s time flow, it would’ve been less than a year ago," he mumbled to himself, smiling.

"Four hundred and sixty-three years ago... Back then, and before my otherworldly ascension, I heard your cries, but I did not have the freedom of strength I do now."

Anon stood outside a familiar yard, a place where he had lived for the latter stages of his childhood.

Countless mysteries unfolded before his eyes, causing a peculiar expression to emerge on his face.

"So it was like this... father, did you betray my dead mother?" Anon wondered aloud.

With a sigh, he shook his head and focused on the girl’s face, "Is it my aunt? She obscured it well..."

As a mere mortal, Elizabeth’s appearance was actually not worse than some otherworldly creatures, and even better than the general of Heaven Splitting.

This was not common.

She was almost comparable to Anon himself when he was a mortal.

’If I could’ve seen you back then, wouldn’t I have desired you? When you become an otherworldly creature, you would certainly meet my requirements.’

There were not many entities of equivalent status to his own, and he did not care about origin or personality, only the most superficial aspect he cared for.

Maybe this was amplified by the blood of the Infernal god.

Anon smiled with meaning, and though he was outside the yard, he materialized within the house with a single step.

The television had already turned off.

Elizabeth sat, hugging her knees in a daze.

The inhabitants of Earth were able to see Anon’s second coming only because of the interference of the Paradisical City Lord and the Human Lord’s powers.

Thinking of that angelic figure, Elizabeth felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

Essentially, though they were of the same cloth, quite literally, they were now of two differing worlds.

More than that, there was an unimaginable number of worlds separating the two worlds that they were part of.

Anon was one of the legendary otherworldly knights.

Just from his bearings, the aura enveloping him, and his gaze, it was obvious that Anon was no longer that lonely boy.

A lonely god.

She found this more suitable to describe him.

Likely, He had acquired several worshippers in the past few minutes, and maybe this number was even steadily increasing.

"Actually, you aren’t incorrect," he replied to her thoughts aloud.

"I do not dare call myself a god; however, there are indeed some humans worshipping me." Anon’s voice completely incapacitated her train of thought.

This was a voice that doused the mortal soul in false ecstasy.

This was a false ecstasy only because it took effect on the soul, leaving it with an inherent desire for more.

After he finished speaking, Elizabeth’s soul quickly grew agitated.

However, Anon embraced her from behind.

This was the embrace of an otherworldly creature that was fundamentally unlike any other.

Rather than a humanoid lifeform, it felt as if she was embraced by the world. There was an illusion that she was deep in the sea, eyes closed, hands outstretched, blissful and content.

"I heard your cries," Anon grinned.

A dark shade of crimson light flashed in his eyes as he whispered, "You’re my property now. I only hope you do not regret what you oh so desperately desire."

.....

Anon’s laughter caused the walls to quake.

Elizabeth had fallen unconscious many times during the process of intimacy, but he did not stop for three days.

Luckily, he spared her some thought and nurtured her body and mind, so she could still, though unstably, exit the room and stumble her way to the door in search of him.

Anon, with his legs folded and propped in the air, levitating on the porch outside, grinned with ill intentions once seeing her.

His wings were retracted, but the divine tattoos remained ever present, and he was unclothed.

Smilingly, he said, "It is no secret now that my father is the Human Lord, but Liz, did you know what my dead mother’s name was?"

Glancing at Elizabeth, his eyes showed traces of emotion.

He found great joy in this matter.

On the other hand, supporting herself on the door’s frame, Elizabeth felt an inexplicable wave wash over her heart.

The past few days were practically a dream filled with pain, but a loving pain, a radiant pain, a hypnotic pain...

A week ago, she was still downcast and lonely, and unable to fathom this reality.

She was instead preparing for university life, in hopes of becoming a Scholar of the Void.

’You can still think of these things?’ he inwardly pondered with amusement, finding her thoughts intriguing.

He broke the little silence that had formed, "My dead mother’s name was Pandora De La Rosa. Tell me, is that a familiar name?"

Elizabeth frowned.

Before she could even begin to express her doubts, Anon’s eyes lit up as he stated, "Liz, what am I? How can you still doubt my words?"

"Heh, even if you refuse to believe, nothing will change the fact that you share my blood." His words contained an untraceable power that struck her soul.

Her knees gave out, causing her to slump to the ground.

Her body lost all strength.

She could not speak, nor even whimper.

Whether this was Anon’s doing or not, she was completely focused on the meaning of his words.

Even if she wanted to, she could not disbelieve his words; instead, she only felt disgust.

Toward him, who clearly knew this, and toward herself for even falling in love. More than that, she was disgusted by her current emotions.

His words had just fallen, and yet it had filled her was an inexplicable desire.

Anon’s eyes lit up.

He reveled in a sense of ecstasy.

Those who worshipped him on Earth blessed him with a foreign power. This, he correctly titled as the power of Faith and Divinity.

Now, Elizabeth, as well, empowered him.

One was through his celestial persona, and the other, naturally, through the blood of chaos that made up his inner world.

He stood up and slowly approached her.

"Elizabeth De La Rosa, my dearest sister, why resist? Taboos like these are only vile for mortal existence. Instead, why don’t you simply embrace this depravity?"

Anon’s eyes formed crescents as he grinned from ear to ear, saying, "Embrace my flesh..."

"The pleasure of the flesh is the only thing that matters."