Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

Chapter 243 12: Crushing The Inferior - Seeking The Truth

Chapter 243 12: Crushing The Inferior - Seeking The Truth

Raven's speed was faster, so he carried Persha like a princess, wrapping her in his arms, her face buried to avoid her embarrassed state being seen by him. She felt conflicted about whether to act as a knight or a woman... Enduring the pleasure of his hug, hands grabbing and slowly caressing her buttocks with his thick fingers.

'I would have expected her to reveal her true face by now... Why is she letting me toy with her asshole so freely...? Are all the women around me just that lewd?'

His eyes looked down to the dark forest, with thick branches and dark trunks blocking both the sunlight and other things from entering. Raven wanted to warn Persha but instead chose to wait to see if she knew about these creatures.

The air smelled like damp dirt and rotting flowers with a hint of grime, causing the air the pair breathed in to feel heavy and wet, leaving an earthen copper taste with each breath.

"My Lord?" Persha's face was bright red as he lowered her body into the murky swamp, her eyes instantly flashing as she stepped on the top of the mud, not letting a single splash of the disgusting rot and muck touch her lovely white dress.

Raven didn't bother with that, his feet sinking a few inches with a loud splosh, each step a little slower than normal, but his powerful muscles ignored the suction of the vile bog beneath his feet. "Nothing—this place seems a little gloomier than I expected." 

"The plants are dead... However, they are somehow being forced to keep existing and performing a twisted version of photosynthesis that pollutes the air with more of this vile disease rather than carbon dioxide..."

His eyes were fixated on Persha's behind, listening to her intelligent words as she explained things he had never considered: the plants were part of the corruption. This might mean that Emily and Nene were in more danger than other women due to being able to become super soakers, spraying the disease faster than any other plant!

"Keep up and avoid touching the diseased water... This swamp is covering more ground than our eyes can see... Although you seem okay, My Lord, it is dangerous to underestimate the power of this strange black defilement... It seems similar to the tomes that mentioned an old god that destroyed many worlds... Hrm?" Persha turned to face Raven, standing beside her and watching her warmly; despite this place being a filthy and disgusting-smelling swamp, he found her voice and actions too beautiful to ignore.

'She knows more, but whether it's from studies or her secrets, I do not know. However, I don't think she's irredeemable.'

"There are monsters ahead that have been exposed to this curse! Prepare yourself, My Lo... Lord!" Persha's eyes flashed at his confident smirk and terrifying narrowed eyes when she almost said something she didn't quite mean yet. Gulping, she felt he might be angry, taking action that left her trembling and shaking like a little girl for the first time! "What.... an aura...!?" 

"Persha, I do not ask you to love or worship me. I only ask for the truth and for you to stay at my side. If you wish to lie about those feelings, I will push you down and violate you before killing you." Raven was angry; he hated lies, especially regarding romantic and affectionate feelings. Thus, his body vanished with a deep boom to cool his mind, and he teleported towards the three deformed creatures.

She was shocked at the agile movement of his body, but more the words he said, causing her to swallow her saliva and words... stunned now watching him attack the werewolves.

The werewolves had elongated spider-like fangs, glowing purple with twinkling slime dripping like saliva from their mouths, their bodies looking skinny and muscular and their hair was covered in a large amount of blood and disease, smelling like a decaying carcass that had been boiled in something sour and vile.

He was holding his huge axe, torn from the void of his storage, and the blade was seemingly more sharp and pristine, thanks to Mel'Zentia again tinkering before they came to hell. In reality, he wanted her in hell, but she sadly went home to meet her father and mother... Because there was important news she needed to tell them.

'I must become strong enough so her father admits me!' Raven roared internally, not wanting her mother and father-in-law to reject his status!

She was one of his most important people and helped him while they fell in love; as his body fell towards the monsters, a sense of delight filled his heart, no longer bound by a bottleneck; his power had increased explosively!

Bang, his massive axe tore the werewolf's skull in half as easily as paper, with the weight causing it to cut into the mud beneath its dying body. He could hear its disgusting laugh, letting Raven feel a deep and cold shiver in his spine. The huge splash from his blade caused the other two wolves to be blinded temporarily by the murky water; Raven released his axe and pushed out both arms, a strange magical aura forming as it swirled around his palms.

"Burn in hell!" The cold black flame shot through the murky water and struck their bodies, burning with a pillar of hellfire that used the entire swamp water and vile good as fuel, leaving them unable even to make sounds, merely vibrating as their rotten flesh was turned to dust, the diseased air mixing with the fumes was potent, spreading to nearby werewolves that tried to act as reinforcements.

"No. Come back." A cold voice sounded as his left hand motioned to come here as hundreds of black shadow threads began to form from the dark bog; it was a skill inspired by using his mantle and aura like Evelyn's tails, wrapping around the eight werewolves and dragging them towards him, as he held Mor'vaal in his right hand, raised high.

'Devour their strength, my tendrils of dread!' 

"Raaaaa!?"

"Greeee!!"

Suddenly the wolves began to rage, panic and scream as the black shadowy mantle began to grow small sharp tendrils that burrowed into the monsters, sucking their essences and drinking them like a straw in a cup while dragging them towards the grim reaper. Monsters that should not feel fear.... that had no sense of self, were currently filled with terror! The entire corrupted forest was howling and whispering of their fear of this male.

Their feeble resistances fell under his devouring, becoming more shadowy threads as his mantel grew larger, carrying the werewolves screaming in terror into its clutches. Each moment seemed like the end, turning them to ash, sucked into his weapon and body as both began to glow with a dark blue light, both Mor'vaal and Raven's essences increasing greatly.

He also learned something fascinating... Due to the connection, he had formed with Mor'vaal, he could now devour and improve the weapon as if it was a part of himself... rather, it had become his spirit or soul weapon, Mel'Zenita told him, and as long as he called her, she would come back to his side...

'It's a bit funny she's a female...'

"Phew..." Raven looked back at Persha, who looked a little cute with her pale face now with pink cheeks; he stepped towards her and began to stroke her silky hair, brushing his fingers through her glossy hair. "I am sorry for being so angry. But if you want to learn more about me, no matter the reason. Make sure those feelings are not fake or forced. I won't lie or avoid you, even if you take a different stance."

Two Lords confronted each other, one supposedly far above the huge male with his black axe... yet when his hands stroked her cheeks, and his soothing deep voice whispered in her pointed ears, she felt a feeling that she had long killed, the feeling she felt was nothing but weakness... Her lips opened, but she didn't speak... finding it hard to respond as she swallowed her dry throat.

"Don't worry, let's keep going. I'll wait for you to be ready to speak. Persha."

Persha watched as Raven turned away, a fading smirk on his confident face.

The feeling of his hands leaving her face made her suddenly feel cold... Icy, cold, and alone. Her heart was long dead, she wasn't living in the first place... yet each moment around him, the essence that leaked from his body made her heart beat once again...

"Why are you so much more cool when alone? I can feel my damn undead heart bursting through my chest..."

Shaking her head, she quickly began to dash towards his back, her feet tapping on the air using her levitation spell, but each time she stepped... like obsessed, she would step on the huge footprints that Raven left in the mud.

"Let me learn more about you... Dread Lord. I will teach you everything... if you can take the step further, the step that I failed."