Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Chapter 168: Creating The Seal {**}

"She started when?" Evian asked as Ember notched another arrow and prepared to shoot.

"As I said, a few days," Zayda said smirking at Evian.

She knew he had enough reason to be amazed. Despite the abilities that you gain as you progress in Martial Order, strength and speed hardly help with accuracy, and even extending your senses can only get you so far. Archery takes a lot more practice to get as precise as Ember currently is.

"She's a natural," Zayda said while looking back at Ember and catching the moment when she let the arrow go and hit yet another perfect target.

"It would appear so," Evian said gently.

Ember let out a breath when she prepared to notch another arrow and then she looked over at Zayda to find that Evian had already arrived. It said a lot about her concentration on the Bow that has had not realized Evian had arrived.

Her lips stretched into a smile as she lowered her Bow-wielding arm but when she was about to let out a loud call to her lover, her eyes seemed to only now notice the part of Evian's cloth that was open ans dyed with blood.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

"Huh?" Evian let out confused and then he looked down at his clothes to see the reason for concern.

It was funny. Despite the distance he had walked and even when he boarded a commercial carriage, Evian had not raised any eyebrows. Either people didn't care or they cared so much they decided to look away from someone who dared to walk around as tattered as he did.

'Heh, they might have looked at me like I was mad. Come to think of it, the Ladies were also grimy and bloody as well from the Forest ordeals.'

Even Zayda had not mentioned it but that was likely because war wounds were something she was used to and she believed that if Evian was still able to stand on his two feet, then he was healthy enough for her not to be too concerned.

"Dangerous stabs but I'm fine now," Evian said and gently waved off Ember's concern,

"I'll tell you more about it later so don't be too bothered. I'll see you again soon."

He turned around and left the Courtyard entirely so he could run himself a bath and clean off all the residues of his battles in the Forest.

Ember and Carleine would have wished to go after Evian immediately but Zayda stopped them before they could, claiming the training had to continue well into nightfall. The duo of Gillert and Bryon were totally exempt from this exchange as they were totally engrossed in their attempts at gaining insights.

Meanwhile,

In his Room, Evian had on a robe, and feeling refreshed after his bath, he sat cross-legged on his bed and continued to increase his understanding of the Slave/Subjugation Seal.

The difference in whether the seal was for slavery or Subjugation lay in the mindset of the target. If they accepted to be under the Seal Master's command and to be forever within his grasp, then they would be subjugated as subjects with their loyalty forever affirmed but,

If the target resisted, they were enslaved with their free will almost certainly wrenched away. All decisions will be made for them and the stronger the resistance, the more likely the target becomes braindead and remains a mere husk to do its Master's bidding.

This was the easiest part of the Seal to understand. The more complex areas lay in what exactly the Seal is capable of beyond subjugation because that was only the start of the wonders a well-made seal was capable of.

Once he understood the concept and could bring every detail into remembrance in ways that best-made sense to HIM, Evian began the creation of the seal.

His hands were on his lap, his palms turned up and out of his palms, rose a torrent of Eldritch energy that condensed right in front of Evian's closed eyes, taking shape according to Evian's wish.

It took the desired shape and next came the imbuement of its functions. Evian included every function that was possible to include in a Seal such as this. This was the Main Seal from which other seals would be created and as the Creator, Evian had the power to pick and choose what functions he added or removed from any copy he created from the Main Seal.

However, he would not find it easy to impact functions that he had exempted from the Main seal and thus came the decision to include all functions.

It took longer, was more stressful, and sapped Evian of over 80% of his overall Eldritch Reserves but he succeeded. The Main Seal flowed into his mind to imprint itself deep within the core of his being and would remain there for as long as he existed.

"It's done," Evian said as he let out a long, slightly shaky breath.

Even now, his sapped reserves were refilling so fast, it was like they had never been reduced in the first place. Such was the grace he possessed as a Wraith Noble— A grace that would only get more prominent/powerful the farther along he got on the path of Decadence.

With a slight mental indication, Evian created a copy of his Seal and grinned at the success. Contrary to the purchasable Seals, this was his. Only he could manipulate it and its range(power) would only continue to grow for as long as Evian lived.

'This has to be the most 'Value for my Points' purchase I have ever made. I wonder, is it possible to create my own Spells? Something as effective as Reaper Chains and grows with me without the need to pay Upgrade fees to the Decadent Store.

What about Health Packs? If I could create my own manuscripts and create Health packs with them, I could avoid having to pay the fee I pay every time I want to heal and if it works like this Seal, it will also grow with me.

This... Could be a Major Game-changer.'

At this point, Evian had already opened the Decadent Store and clicked on the [Manuscript] tab. He scrolled through it but never came upon something on the same line of workings as the Slave/Subjugation Seal Manuscript.

He had expected this to be the case for Health Packs since his already purchased Manuscripts were likely the best the System could do (Or more accurately the best the System was willing to do) but there was also nothing on the topic of Spells.

'Assistant—' he started to call out before he was interrupted.

[The information you seek is not available to you at your current level of Decadence!]

'Shame… But I should have expected it. Something that would allow me to break free of the majority of the System's microtransactions would not be so readily available.'

[You wouldn't be breaking free of 'Some' but rather 'All of it.]

'I'm glad you told me that much at least. Don't worry… I'll indeed get stronger and we will indeed talk.'

*Knock* *Knock*

Evian looked over at the door and smiled. He knew who was behind the door. He had been expecting them after all.

"Come in."

The door opened and the duo of Ember and Carleine walked in, dressed in silky robes that were in abundance in this mansion for leisure nightly use. The two ladies had gotten better at corresponding with each other in regards to this sort of joint activity.

They walked in side by side to see Evian on his bed, cross-legged, and of course, they joined him. Ember grabbed Evian's face and pressed her lips against his.

Evian raised a hand and grabbed the back of her head to keep the kiss going so naturally, Carleine grabbed his free hand and pushed it past the cover of her robe so it could have direct contact with one of her breasts with an indication to be honked.

Evian had only made the first squeezes that the two ladies let their weight press against him until his back hit the bed and there they wrapped their legs around him, crossing body parts over each other but paying hardly any attention to that when they were touching the one who caused their bodies to burn— In an Ecstatic way.

Evan felt hands pulling his robe open, roaming his chest but his attention remained on the mouth his tongue was currently exploring. As he kissed Ember, and she pressed herself against him, silently humping her wet center against his tighs, Evian was well aware of what his other hand was busy with, and of course, he did not neglect that delightful mound.

He squeezed, he kneaded and he pinched, and rather than let her yells ring out and ricochet against the room's ceiling, she muffled the sounds by biting into the side of Evian's neck. She bit as hard as she could and even as she screamed, she ran her tongue all over the area her mouth covered.

Evian didn't hate the feeling and as his rod began to rise, he was quickly sinking into Debauchery but he had not sunk so deep as not to detect that there was now a fourth presence in the room.

A presence he recognized.

"You've returned."

Zayda said nothing. This was the first time since Kalkao City that she would allow herself to come over for her characteristic voyeurism.

The reasons she had stayed away had not gone away -Not even close- but her self-control had.

"Welcome back," Evian told her, "We're glad to have you."