"Twilight Healing: Balance Breaker!" Asia shouted. Once again, her body glowed in the same way it had when she had Altair's seed inside her.
She placed her hands on Lily Potter's body. The older witch let out a moan of pleasure, then covered her mouth. She showed no shame, even though she didn't want to show herself that way. The witch felt her body heal in places she didn't even know she had wounds. She felt the traces of curses disappear.
"So, Lily?" Altair asked.
They were testing Asia's ability to heal demons. Lily volunteered to be the first test subject.
"It didn't work." The mature woman tried to summon holy magic. It was impossible. "Don't feel bad, Asia," she said as she stroked her head. "I feel younger than I have in years."
"I knew it... I need Altair's seed inside my womb," Asia said as she lifted her skirt toward him.
"It's not necessary, dear," Lily said, feeling her neck turn red. Then she looked at Altair suspiciously, as if blaming him for sleeping not only with her two biological daughters, but now an adopted one as well.
"It worked that way last time," Asia said, obeying Lily. She didn't seem at all guilty or ashamed of her actions.
"It's possible... I feel like you cured all my ailments," Lily said, analyzing her body. "But maybe with Ravel and Lady Phenex, it wasn't a cure, but a transfer," Lily proposed as a theory.
"Did you transfer my ability to her?" Altair asked, following the idea easily. "It's a good theory, I guess we'll have to test it," he said as his hand wrapped around the girl's neck, holding her down. She just smiled in his direction.
"I'm not interested in being present," Lily said before leaving the room.
Altair and Asia were left alone in the room. Tension hung in the air. Altair stopped what he was doing; it would be best to do it in the presence of other devils, like his coven. It was the best way to discover Asia's skill limits.
Besides, something in the room prevented him from going any further. However, that didn't stop his hands from going under the girl's clothes, where he squeezed her butt. Asia's moan stirred the air. Literally.
It was a slight movement, but noticeable if you paid enough attention.
"Asia," he called to the little girl who moaned at his touch.
"Yes, Lord Altair?" she asked with her eyes closed.
"Get out of here, I need to be alone for a while," Altair ignored her disappointed face. "I'll make it up to you later," he said to Asia. She nodded, still looking pitiful.
He accompanied her to the door. At that moment, they were in a training room. They wanted a safe space in case Asia's powers got out of control, a simple precaution that Lily had requested. He closed the door and locked it with magic. He didn't want a speck of dust to escape the room.
"Well... who the hell are you?" he asked the silence of the room.
No one answered. The room became silent. Only his footsteps echoed against the marble floor. Altair couldn't see the intruder. Nor could he sense them. "Is it Harley's cloak?" he wondered.
But the girl wouldn't have remained silent after his question. No, it was someone else, not just a voyeur looking to spy.
He summoned his Sacred Gear. The red staff turned purple in seconds. Then, the entire room was filled with fire.
"Agh!" he heard a scream from a corner.
It was a male scream. It came from a man with white skin and dark hair, his eyes closed in an awkward smile as he tried to look friendly.
"Diodora Astaroth," said Altair.
The man just smiled. He opened his eyes, which were amber in the iris and violet in the pupils. He smiled, now a little arrogantly.
"Altair Asmodeus... no, Altair Black, the surname Asmodeus is too big for someone like you," the man taunted. "Look at yourself, so unworthy."
"You entered here without permission or invitation..." said Altair. The young man in front of him had an obsession with Asia. Altair didn't know why. Was it because he cured him? Or did he covet his Sacred Gear? "And you managed to go undetected... that cloak is interesting," he looked at the man's hands.
"Ah... it was among my brother's things. I learned to sneak into his things. He always has his mind on other things. He won't notice," said the man.
"Will he notice your absence?" asked Altair, tilting his head.
"I don't usually stay away for long," said Diodora as he walked toward the exit, which was blocked by Altair's body.
"One question, heir Astaroth," Altair stopped the man in his tracks.
"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"After you, who would be the heir to the Astaroths?" he asked casually, waiting for him to say a name.
"Why do you care?" Diodora said as he tried to pass by him.
"Bombarda!" Altair said, his hand on the boy's chest.
Diodora flew through the air. His body bounced off the cold ground.
"What do you want?" he said, struggling to his feet, his clothes torn.
"Did you think you could just walk in and out of my house without any problems? After hearing about Asia, and I don't know how many other secrets?" Altair asked the delusional man in front of him. "You won't get out alive, I assure you."
"Do you know who my brother is?" asked Diodora.
"Does your brother know who you are?" Altair sneered. "If he ever finds out, he'll feel more sorry for losing the cloak than for losing you." The devil's face reddened at his words.
"Die!" he said as he summoned daggers and threw them at Altair.
Altair placed his hands on the ground. A red circle glowed, and Diodora began to tremble. Soon spikes emerged from the ground and impaled the young Astaroth. The summoned daggers disappeared as soon as his stomach was pierced.
That was Altair experimenting with the devil's circles magic.
"You are... weak, which is not a bad thing. But such an evil mind in such a fucked-up body... Ah, how touching," Altair said, approaching him.
"You will not kill me, or my brother will kill you," he said, spitting blood. "When he does, Asia, the poor girl will be alone. I don't like taking other people's leftovers, but taking her while she says your name—"
"Crucio!" Altair interrupted him as he placed his hand on his chest. Altair's fingers curled around the bone of his collarbone and squeezed until the bone cracked. "Your brother would only kill me if he knew where you died," Altair said.
The man didn't scream; Altair squeezed his neck before he had a chance. He just emitted a lot of grunts and moans.
Altair looked inside his mind. Underneath all that pain, it was easy to get in.
Diodora was a high-class devil, kind, but in reality, he was a fucking psychopath. And Altair wasn't the best of people himself. The man had a particular desire for nuns, for saints. First, he seduced them, making them fall under his spell. When the church found out, they were excommunicated. That's when he reappeared.
The poor women accepted his help. Then he abused them. After a first time filled with love and desire, only pain and suffering followed... the bastard liked to play with people.
His nobility was made up of many of these nuns. Asia would be just another piece if she hadn't met Altair.
More deeply in his mind, he found something exciting.
"Please. Please, save me!" Diodora begged him. "I won't say anything, please, let me live," she screamed in front of him.
"Agh!" Altair scratched his head in annoyance. "Asia is here; her skills have improved. I guess she could save you," he said.
"Yes, yes, Asia. I'm sorry, I'll never dare touch her again, I swear!" he said to Altair, his voice full of hope.
"I need you to sign something before anything else," Altair said, pulling out a [Slavery Contract]. "I think the title says it all," Diodora hesitated, but quickly agreed. Anything was better than death.
He signed quickly as Altair pulled the spikes out of his body. He looked like he could barely stand and ended up falling to the ground, probably faking it.
"Thank you, I won't forget this. Now, Asia, please," he asked Altair, clutching his abdomen, from which blood was gushing.
"Ah, yes... I won't let you heal," Altair said, smiling at her. Her eyes filled with despair. "But don't worry, I'll let you go," she told the man.
Altair carved a rune into the man's neck. The rune would explode his head as soon as he died.
"Can I really leave?" Diodora asked.
"Yes, I promise, but first I need to take a look into your mind... deeper, you won't resist, will you?" He didn't even need to force the issue, Diodora nodded quickly. "Good, good. After that, I'll give you some orders, and you'll follow them to the letter," he nodded again. "Good dog," he patted him on the head before lifting his head by his hair.
Poor fool couldn't go against it.