My interracial harem of beautiful queens

Chapter 173 Ritual

Chapter 173 Ritual

Warning: This chapter may contain content that could be unsettling. If you dislike graphic descriptions, which I will attempt to make as brief as possible, please consider not reading this while having a meal. The book does not promote Satanism, and all symbols mentioned in the story are used solely for artistic purposes.

Enjoy your reading.

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Despite the rather tempting position in which he felt all the tenderness and warmth of Sierra's lower lips, there was one problem that hindered his progress. Adam sighed and used a spell that allowed his body to become semi-transparent for twenty seconds. This allowed him to slip out from under her unnoticed.

"That was dangerous," he thought, wiping away cold sweat. In his mind, he remembered countless attempts in the arena system, where he tried to seduce her, trying to understand if it was possible.

And the answer was a resounding "NO!" because the consequences of this were his instant death. According to reports, his body was filled with magic energy to the point where it destroyed all his internal organs and all his hearts in an instant. His body was filled with magic, but there was one problem.

Adam was not an elemental or a nymph, whose bodies were made up of 100% magic energy. In simpler terms, he would simply die because all of his vital organs were simply gone, or he would explode from an excess of magic. Such was a cruel fate.

He had a long-term plan to seduce her and gain a powerful ally for his plans, but he had to postpone it for better times. Because if he died, the whole point of these efforts would be lost.

Dressed in a tuxedo and with a coat draped over his shoulder but not yet put on, Adam left the room. The girls were still asleep as Adam had given them a day off to rest, while he headed to the basement. It was silent, as it was six in the morning. This was when the maids usually woke up, but Adam decided to give them the day off.

As he descended the stairs, his boots made a "thud-thud" sound, echoing in the silence. The air was damp, and the temperature had noticeably dropped. Adam narrowed his eyes when he realized that negative energy was abundant around him.

"It seems like everything is ready. I never thought I'd be dealing with this kind of stuff," he thought, cracking his neck and opening the door.

Immediately, his nostrils involuntarily widened as he detected the repugnant smell of blood and decay. Before him stood towers of boxes, from which either blood dripped or rotten human hands protruded. The room was heavy, and the stench inside was revolting. The room seemed darker than usual, considering that the light was burning brightly.

"Negative energy is already gathered. I suppose this amount will be sufficient for the formation of the offspring," Adam thought as he approached a table, upon which an array of tools was laid out.

He went to the table and, after some contemplation, picked up a box of special chalk. It was chalk for drawing magical circles, and the chalk itself was enchanted with magic. This was a special item available only to demons.

He had received all of this from his older brother, Lucius, who had gladly provided him with quality corpses and suitable tools. It seemed like he was happy to fulfill Adam's request and delivered all of this in a short time. In exchange, Adam had given him a rare flower used in necromancy.

Cracking his neck, Adam picked up a book, a compendium of magical circles, which he had taken from Lucius's library. There was a lot of information here about necromancy and what he planned to do next.

"The gathering of negative energy is ready. Now, I need to extract a magical crystal from a fresh corpse. The body can be any, but it's best to use it as the base for the monster," he read aloud, narrowing his eyes and wrinkling his nose. "A gruesome task, indeed. But, I need to make an effort."

He took the chalk in his right hand and the book in his left. Approaching a designated spot in the room where he planned to draw the magic circle, Adam squatted down and mentally marked the areas he needed to be careful with. After reviewing the method recommended for drawing the magic circle, he sighed and brought the chalk to the stone floor.

Scrrr... the chalk screeched against the stone floor as Adam painstakingly attempted to draw the circle beautifully and accurately. The process was challenging, and he had to erase everything and start over multiple times. Obvious fatigue crept onto his face, and after the twentieth failed attempt, he slumped into a chair.

"I'm tired as hell, darn it! It's too difficult; I can't draw a perfect circle as the book demands. I'm terrible at drawing!" he muttered wearily.

Relaxing into the chair, he closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the exhaustion. All these magic circles required heightened attention, which, on one hand, was a good thing because the result would be twice as effective, but it was challenging to implement in reality.

Flash.

"What? Dereris?" Adam was surprised when his tattoos suddenly lit up, and dark energy began to flow out of them, forming the silhouette of a small dragon. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why did you wake up? I thought you decided to enter a long slumber to grow up faster. Didn't you?"

Dereris, who immediately flapped her wings and circled Adam, even though she looked sleepy and her voice confirmed it, answered his question.

"Yeah, but I sensed that you're using demon's magical chalk, so I got curious about what you're doing here," she replied, yawning and perching on his shoulder. Despite her substantial weight, she couldn't make Adam flinch even a bit.

"What a keen sense. Anyway, it's just an attempt to draw a magic circle. I prepared for this, but I guess I should have practiced drawing," Adam replied, standing and putting all his strength into his legs, lifting himself off the chair, and then straightening up. It all looked somewhat eerie, resembling vampires from horror movies. "Anyway, I need to try a few times before starting the ritual."

"Ritual?"

Dereris tilted her head to the side and, flapping her small wings, took off and began to explore the room. She had sensed the smell of blood and decay from the first millisecond, so she didn't show a strong reaction. She chuckled and, flapping her wings again, landed in the center, where the magic circle was planned.

"I've noticed for a while that you're bad at drawing. Why don't you call your wife? That half-elf and half-demon girl?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, clearly expressing her confusion. "Or is it a secret? Do you want to summon succubi?"

"A funny joke. The succubus population is in danger right now, so they shouldn't be summoned. It's said that everyone who attempted to summon them was ruthlessly killed, getting rid of the summoning technique," Adam said, sharing what he had learned from Veronica. "It seems a century ago, while Veronica was meditating, the Church of the Goddess of Death attacked all the succubi, killing them. Only ten of them are left alive now."

"Eleven, including your dear wife," Dereris said sarcastically, stomping her tiny foot. "Anyway, kid, why do you need this ritual? It looks very ancient and dangerous."

"…" Adam didn't answer the question and simply smiled amiably. This was his usual behavior when someone asked personal questions or inquired about something he didn't want to talk about. Although the dark dragon was not pleased, she merely snorted and turned away.

A few minutes later, Adam resumed drawing. While initially, Dereris acted like a young lady who had been offended by her fiancé, she still provided advice on how to do it better. Under her strict guidance, Adam managed to complete the magic circle after ten attempts.

When the magic circle was finished, Dereris silently looked at Adam. Although her facial expression couldn't be read, since she was a dragon, her eyes conveyed emotions unmistakably. They reflected Adam, whose face contorted into a sinister grin.

"You..." she mumbled with an irritated voice. "Who the hell are you?! This is the 'Sigil of Satan' magic circle!"

It was a sigil that represented an inverted pentagram with a goat's head inscribed within it. Special symbols were drawn opposite each star's rays, emanating a malevolent aura. This sight horrified Dereris, as she was very well aware of it.

Turning to her, Adam simply smiled amicably, while his eyes, which had become crescent-shaped due to the smile, were filled with darkness and malice. His aura burst outward, and the demonic poison began to affect the corpses, causing them to decay and emit hissing sounds.

Dereris instantly felt the changes in the air and took flight, feeling her body being drawn inside the tattoos.

"What the hell! Who are you, you bastard?! Identify yourself!" she demanded again.

Her feelings didn't deceive her. This wasn't Adam; it was someone else. More malevolent, more cunning, more powerful. More skillful and more charismatic.

"Dereris, so that's where you've been hiding. I couldn't find your aura, so I was quite worried," finally, the man spoke with a seductive and enticing voice that instantly made Dereris feel weakness in her body, causing her to fall helplessly to the floor. Ignoring her gaze, filled with hatred and anger, the man continued, "Don't be afraid. The boy is fine. I'll never let any harm come to him, you understand? He's one of the few people I respect."

Dereris tried to get up, but her body seemed unresponsive. She fell to the floor, and could only watch as her body gradually became semi-transparent. The reason was that the entity that had taken over Adam's body was using the power of the contract to return her to his body.

The man smiled brightly, and his smile was so beautiful that it took Dereris's breath away for a moment. However, then she was horrified.

"You... you're [email protected]… what is this?" she stammered.

"Oh, sorry. My name can no longer be mentioned, or certain people will react immediately. It's just a temporary measure," the man responded, smiling gently. He waved his hand, and the magic circle lit up. "It's been a long time, hasn't it? Hehe..."

Dereris didn't reply and just sighed helplessly. Her body had become halfway transparent. Suddenly, Adam turned to her and smiled.

"Oh, yes. For your convenience, you can call me..."

"Casanova."

To be continued...