[Mission Complete: Maou's Hunting]
[Objective Complete: Add a Satan/Descendant of Satan/Partner of Satan to your coven]
[Reward (Satan's Partner. Note: not a partner, Maou is in love with this objective): points (75%): 2,225,000 SP. + 23 Points assignable to a single stat)]
[Chosen: Int]
[Status]
Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black)
Race: Human-Devil Hybrid.
Title: Lustful Wunderkind. Wunderkind.
Profession: Magician.
Mana (Evans): 189,312
Health: 100%
[Physical]
Speed: 175(+25,600)
Strength: 161 (+25,600)
Reflexes: 177 (+25,600)
Endurance: 158 (+25,600)
Vitality: 167 (+51,200)
[Spirit]
Intelligence: 273 (+: 102,400)
Wisdom: 270 (+: 51,200)
Soul: 346 (+: 51,200)
Stats points: 100
Status Reset Tokens Price: 3
[SP: 15,600,500]
'Did I make Serafall a cuck?' That was one of the craziest things he could have imagined finding in that world. Not only did he fuck Sona in front of Serafall, but apparently, the Leviathan was in love with his own sister. He remembered Azalea and Harley in his own coven, which made him shrug mentally.
He stroked Sona's back as she dozed on his chest. She was exhausted. When she woke up, she would probably say something like, "This won't happen again," before leaving.
"This..." he heard the girl say, who had woken up at some point. 'So predictable,' Altair thought. "was amazing. I can't wait until we're married," she said.
Altair's face fell as he looked at the nerd on top of him. Sona seemed quite animated as she spoke. She had a beautiful smile that only he had seen on her when she made a magnificent move while playing chess.
"What do you think your father will say?" he asked, letting her know that not everything was rosy. Her mind was probably still a little drunk with pleasure to consider all the consequences of her actions.
"I don't care," she said with a bit of anger.
"Oh, you don't?" He caressed her back, which was smooth and soft.
"No," she repeated.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Did I ever tell you about my dream?" she asked, knowing she had never spoken of it.
"No, never."
She was silent after that as if she were searching within herself for the courage to speak.
"I want to open a school," she said quietly. "A rating game school. For people from the high, middle, and lower classes. I want everyone to have the opportunity. That's why I attend a human school, to learn about it," she said at last.
"And... from the tone of your voice, Lord Sitri doesn't agree, does he?" he asked softly, his fingers sliding over her sweaty skin.
"I don't know. He avoided my question when I asked it. But he doesn't have faith in my ability to do it... I know it may seem silly. Classes are marked by force, but I want to give everyone a chance, no matter where they come from," she continued, a little sad, but not resigned.
"It's a commendable goal, Sona. Not for everyone, without a doubt, not many will approve," he said. "I've always wanted to expand my influence in the underworld... You know? Not now, but in the future, I'll support you," he kissed the girl's head, who remained still.
Altair felt the warmth in his chest, even despite their agitation; it was marked. He felt a little something. He may have felt pleasure in fucking Lord Sitri's daughter, but Sona herself was quite an interesting and lovely woman.
She already had a goal to change the underworld, a school where the lower class and high class stood side by side, surely fucking up old men like Lord Sitri. He approved.
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Altair had had to leave the comfort of his bed and the warmth of Sona's body to meet the coldest woman he had ever had the honor of meeting. Grayfia looked at him, in her maid uniform, as if he were an insect.
'Those same red lips kissed my cock once,' he thought, remembering when Akeno forced the woman to do it.
The woman was the wife of Sirchesz Lucifer. The strongest devil known. He could have died at that point. He wondered if his relationship with Rias was what prevented Sirchesz from killing him. Or maybe the maid hadn't said a single word about the events that had occurred, probably the latter.
"You said he'll be here soon?" he asked.
Riser Phenex had asked to speak with him, presumably to change the conditions of the Rating Game.
"He's already here," Grayfia said, without taking her eyes off him. It wasn't very comforting.
The red portal activated in the middle of the room. Soon, the blond-haired, thuggish-looking man that Altair disliked so much appeared. A blonde woman at his side had the same arrogant expression, as if she owned the world.
"Get to the point, little bird," Altair said before Riser had a chance to speak. The truth was, he couldn't think of much he could offer to change things. He had the upper hand; he had Lily and Katerea in his peerage. Riser had fetishes in his.
"Riser wants to change the Rating game to a duel," the man said. "He wants to defeat you one-on-one, like a man," he added at the end, proudly.
Altair smiled amusedly. Truth be told, it was Riser's best chance to win. Another option would be to get a strong devil in his peerage, but finding someone stronger than Katerea would be pretty unlikely; even Riser's older brother wasn't that powerful.
"A duel, you say?" Altair asked rhetorically. "Why should I accept?" he asked curiously, wondering what excuse she had prepared.
"Riser, the Majestic, will agree to set aside the bet on the busty blonde and Ravel," she said at the end, a vein throbbing on Altair's forehead.
"No. Remove Lavender from the bet and leave Ravel," said Altair.
"The House of Phenex does not accept that condition," said the woman next to Riser. Altair looked at her. She was pretty attractive, reminding him of Ravel, although more mature.
"Who are you?" asked Altair, although from her appearance, she was obviously a Phenex.
"Lady Phenex, wife of the current Lord Phenex," she said as she extended her hand toward him, waiting for him to kiss it.
Altair shrugged mentally as he reluctantly followed etiquette, and the woman withdrew her hand at the last moment, not allowing him to touch it. He saw a bitter smile on her lips.
"I'll make a second offer, but it will be my last," Altair said, annoyed. The way the stupid woman looked at him as if he were a piece of second-hand furniture annoyed him.
"Ravel will not be part of the bet," said the woman, who answered for Riser.
"She will. Just like you," Altair felt the room heat a few degrees as the woman and Riser began to get upset.
"Riser will kill you," said the man, invoking fire.
"Enough!" Grayfia's voice calmed both mother and son, though the unpleasant looks persisted. "Both of you, don't you dare go that far. I am here as an intermediary. I will not allow conflicts to escalate into a fight," said the woman.
Her eyes locked with Altair's, asking him to keep his composure as well. He didn't give a damn about her gaze.
"If I win, I'll marry Ravel and fuck Lady Phenex," the woman's face contorted in disgust and fury. "If I lose, I'll give you the recipe for Phoenix Powder," he added. "Lavender, of course, is excluded. And it will be a duel between Riser and me," he clarified at the end.
Seeing Lady Phenex's pretty face relax as she thought of an appropriate response was quite pleasant to watch. The woman scrutinized him with her gaze. Even Grayfia seemed quite surprised, though not happy, probably foreseeing problems with that agreement.
Altair, even if he lost, would give the recipe with the ingredient "Hornfire dust"; if the Phenex were unable to find it, it was not his fault.
"Riser refuses."
"The House of Phenex accepts the wager," said the woman, ignoring her son. "The duel will take place in a week. That's before the agreed date for the Rating Game, but the time was given because you don't have a peerage; now that is not necessary. Will that be a problem?" she asked.
"A week, then. A week, and you'll serve a half-breed," said Altair.
"Let's go, Riser," said the woman, disappearing with her son.