His father's perfect system failed.
The shock completely stunned Luka, who stared at the woman.
'What?'
He blanked out while searing hot flames swirled around his fists; it was the first time in both his lives that something like this happened. 'How can this happen? Father wouldn't let this happen...'
Luka's pupils shrank, and he glared at the dark elf.
It made no sense.
That she used his father's system so soon.
His father would not release the Destiny System to humanity for another month.
Confused, he stepped towards her while ignoring the pressure. It was thanks to his current state that he could ignore the crushing coercion from her glare.
"Hmmm... so this is the so-called 'sickly lord' they spoke of..." The dark elf pressed the dagger against her lips, licking the blue blood with her long, flexible tongue. "You should be dead... How delightfully strange... but you're just my type."
She cocked her head to the side, the black cloth slipping from her face, revealing the most captivating visage Luka had seen in this life. The dark elf licked her plump red lips after seeing Luka's reaction.
"Oh, little boy, do you find me beautiful? Fufu, what a lovely little human."
"H.o.w.e.v.e.r~"
She vanished in a puff of black smoke.
Luka's pupils shrank as he snapped out of his daze and focused every last ounce of Miasma into his eyes, ears and nose.
Yet there was nothing, no scent, sound or...
"I have to kill you." Her voice came from behind as he felt a sudden sharp pain spread from his chest.
Luka glanced down at the black dagger hilt deep inside his right lung.
A burning heat spread from the blade, which spread through his flesh like a disease. He tried to maintain his consciousness as the world spun, kept alive thanks to the health regeneration bonus Wrath gave him.
"Kuh...!"
A nasty, sweet taste flowed from his throat as he coughed blood.
"What a shame~ I really... really think you would have been a great fuck, pretty little lord." Her fingertips brushed across his crotch, sinking slightly as she groped his manhood, the disgustingly arousing sensation driving him mad. "Truly a huge loss..."
'Ah...'
[Oblivion has devoured your Lust and Wrath!]
[Sin Energy Increased: 45 --> 55]
His Sin energy increased by ten.
That's when something clicked in the back of his mind, a method to survive—the secondary skill of his Lord of the Fallen. So, despite the throbbing pain in his chest, he opened his mouth and bit the finger stroking his cheek.
He sank his teeth deep into the supple brown flesh.
She tasted of wild flower and citrus.
Luka flicked his tongue along her skin, experiencing an explosive rise in his stored Miasma from the boost in Sin Energy.
"Ouch!" The ears poking through the headscarf straightened before drooping as she yanked her hand free and gripped his right arm to stop his movement. Then, with a twisted smirk on her lips, she used her other hand to caress his cheek, "Such a bad boy."
[Oblivion has devoured your Intense Desires]
[Sin Energy Increased: 55 --> 60]
'Damn...!'
Although his energy was restored to maximum whenever raising the upper limit, the effect diminished after the first time, dropping to half.
"What is your name, child. Tell me." She pinched his cheek, her voice sultry and rough.
Luka lacked information on Dark elves, other than that they followed a strict matrilineage where women decided everything from bloodline to heritage. To the dark elves, men were a tool to reproduce or enjoy pleasure like cattle.
"Vaelen… thal syra!" (Call me husband/consort - Loosely translated from High elven)
"....!?"
Her pupils shrank into small dots as veins bulged underneath her skin.
She slammed her knee into his chest and sent him flying into a stack of the unused planks. He landed with a loud thud, shattering the wood while panting and heaving from the painful strike.
"How dareyou, a filthy male, ask me to call you that disgusting term!"
Her friendly, flirtatious facade collapsed.
'Heh, damn, she really wants to kill me.'
In the distance behind her, Luka averted his gaze.
He'd long spotted Vaun and the hunters all aiming at her, awaiting his command. The only chance for survival would be now. The flames gathered within Oblivion hadn't faded, but sank into the exhaust, waiting for their chance to explode.
"Forgive me, captivating elf sister. But I prefer to be the dominant partner. Unless you want to kneel and serve me, I guess it was never meant to be."
'Endure, Endure!'
The tightness in his chest grew with each breath, and more blood flowed into his right lung, making it harder to breathe. She smashed Luka's jaw with the but of her dagger, cracking one of his teeth.
"Filthy, filthy... filthy.... filthy...."
"Guhaaa..."
Luka dragged his arms back, the huge volcanic shapes undulating with the mass of energy surging inside them, ready to erupt as he faced the enraged dark elf.
"Filthy? Okay then, let me give you a shower of arrows! Vaun,give her a volley!"
"W-What?!"
The dark elf turned to the side, glancing at the thirty archers all drawing their bows, before she snapped back to Luka, her face twisted in rage.
"You little bastard... I will kill you if it's the last thing I do!"
The elf twisted the dagger embedded in his chest and dragged it out, aiming to end his life with a single blow.
However, Luka wasn't a submissive man, and this wound was nothing to the suffering he endured when fighting against other archangels. He gritted his teeth, and before she could escape his range, he punched out with both arms.
A sea of flames burst forth.
Four metres of a sinful black blaze, which tore through the area like an enraged ogre.
"WHAT!?"
His gauntlets vanished into a cloud of miasma.
The explosive flame swallowed the elf with such amazing speed that she could only endure and counter. She rushed forward with amazing speed and sliced Luka's throat with the tip of her blade.
Shiiing!
As Oblivion pierced her chest in sword form.
Luka smiled.
Then the world turned black.