Luka didn't continue dealing with the half-lucid Luvia and left her hanging from the pillar while recovering from her forced climax. The churning heat in his abdomen faded the moment her system shifted and linked to his without his acceptance.
He sat atop several wooden boxes, while staring at her, admiring her glossy skin and the way she could look so bewitching under the veil of moonlight.
The moment he made contact with her flesh, everything was predetermined.
Whether slapping her cheek and staining his hand with her blood, or the fluids from making her squirt. He couldn't deny the fact that once he met this woman, something inside him began to stir.
Although his father rarely communicated with them in the past, the methods he used were simple, crude and sometimes outright confusing.
The titles granted to Luvia weren't natural and only appeared the moment she lowered her guard, or rather, lost herself to the momentary pleasures of an orgasm.
At the moment of her peak, Luka felt a strange suction force from within, as if her lower mouth tried to devour his fingers.
That's when her system ultimately changed completely.
'Father, what did you mean by giving her to me?'
Her titles weren't something a mortal could normally attain, and in this world, Lucifer doesn't exist. When he first awoke in Luka's body. Lucifer had already checked his system, and the database showed the number of archangels had decreased by one.
His father, the Creator, erased Lucifer Morningstar's existence.
While lost in his thoughts, curious about why the sudden change had happened in Luvia's system, he still needed to learn many things from her.
What she was doing.
Who did she serve, and why are they attacking?
And how she attained her powers!
"Are you just going to sit there, acting all smug... You filthy, unrestrained beast!?"
'Of course it couldn't be that easy, right?'
Despite the system accepting his input and forcibly locking her into one of his system slots, it did nothing else. Luvia wouldn't magically come to adore or follow him like a well-trained bitch just because she came once.
He was still the violent, rapist bastard who beat and violated her with his fingers.
"Shut up, and stop complaining, it's not my mess creating a puddle on the floor, is it, Luvia?"
Clang!
Luvia struggled against the chains as if trying to lunge at him. "Bastard! H-How dare you lie like that! Y—You forced that reaction. It's nothing to do with me or my free will. Release me! Release me, or the divine one will smite you down!" She raged like a wild beast caught in a trap, almost tearing the chains from the pillar.
Luka watched her rage and only felt a hot pressure gather towards his abdomen like a snake slithering under the surface, waiting for a moment to strike.
Rather than sensing danger or feeling irritation.
He found this woman's unrestrained nature alluring, like a delicious poison.
'Something's changed inside me...'
From the moment she stabbed his chest, and he died a second time, Luka could almost feel the brilliance and positive feelings he unquestionably held towards all life had faded considerably.
That didn't mean he became some evil monster.
However, when interacting with this crude yet captivating woman, he learned more about himself than ever before.
"Can you shut up? I have some questions for you to answer."
"Peh. Like hell, stay away from me—don't come closer!"
He enjoyed the sight of her reactions, how her muscles visibly tightened, and her eyes visibly shook the moment he stood. Inside his heart, a dark cloud settled with each reaction, and the slight sadistic desire to push her further grew and grew.
"N-No... I can't..."
Luka glanced down at the dark elf, his hand slowly tracing along her soft thigh, a jolt of electricity arcing between their bodies.
Luvia closed her eyes, quivering as if anticipating something.
However, he didn't touch.
He quietly blew into her long ears, making them flutter in the air.
"Tell me something, Luvia Morgenstern. Who gave you those powers, and why did you come to Babylon with the goblins?"
The instant he whispered into her ears, her body jerked as if struck by lightning.
Her muscles locked into place, she yanked on the chains, thrashing about while shaking her head in a clear rejection of his question.
"Like hell I would ever betray that—Ugh!?" Her eyes opened wide as an emblem shone above her pelvis. It took the form of two wings and a falling sword, drawn in jet-black ink and outlined with a vibrant neon-pink glow.
'This is the emblem of my knights, how can this be here?'
[Special Skill: Apostle of Lucifer Activated]
If he spoke to Gerard about the fight against the hobgoblin, Luka might've learned it was the emblem burned into his mantle at that time.
But that was a story for much later.
Luka watched as Luvia visibly suffered, her sensual hips twisted and bounced while she desperately tried to keep her mouth shut.
Eventually, a soft "Why...?" slipped from her lips, a moment before she turned to Luka. That's when her tearful eyes shone bright, and her pupils dilated with an eerie look. She began speaking in a detached, monotonous voice.
"Thus shall I answer thee, O Morning Star, son of the dawn, thou who art fallen from heaven."
A cold chill rushed down Lucifer's spine as her voice became like the system.
These things were likely special to Luvia and drove her to the edge, keeping them sealed tightly inside her heart. Thus, he forced the titles she bore to compel her to reveal the truth because of who he was.
"Tell me why you are in Babylon."
"I am here for the punishment of breaking the sacred idol of my clan."
Luka scanned her face, trying to find any hint of deception or falsity.
But failed.
He then continued his questioning.
"Why did you have the Nemesis system, and what brought you to come here?!"
"When I broke the ancient relic, all grew cold and dark. Yet within that darkness, a voice spoke in my mind.
The voice proclaimed:
'Thou wast born for a great purpose; go thou unto Babylon, and there shalt thou fulfil that which is ordained.'
And so, I came."
Luka wanted to find faults with her explanations, but he lacked information about dark elves and their tribes. Instead, he focused on the goblins because with each answer, Luvia's body would convulse, her muscles contorting and locking in place.
'She probably cannot endure this state for long.'
"This is my final question.
Why did you attack Babylon and the Village of Amol using a Hobgoblin and a horde as pawns?"
Luvia remained silent for several seconds; the effect of her title, "The Apostle of Lucifer," began to wane as her intense reaction and suffering intensified.
She parted her plump red lips.
Translucent threads of saliva drooping between them.
"To avoid becoming the plaything of some old, filthy goblin beast!
After my exile, those foul creatures found me at the border and captured me, dragging me before their leader, a shaman of considerable power. He gave me a choice: between accepting a curse, sealing my strength and heading into Babylon with that foolish hobgoblin as fodder, or becoming the shaman's mate."
"..."
The light dimmed in her eyes, and Luvia collapsed without power.
She hung from the pillar, gasping, sweat pouring off her as heat steamed from her shiny skin, and every breath fogged the air.
[Special Skill: Apostle of Lucifer Ended]
Luka didn't push her further and decided to digest the information with others.
Though they might question how he gained the information, he knew that Gerard, Vaun and Galatea would believe him no matter what.
The issue would be Iris and her warriors.
'Well, I can deal with that later; we cannot afford to lose a dwarf's favour.'
He walked to the tent's entrance and spotted one of the few females who had joined the hunters earlier, helping with the knights' meals. That's when he remembered Luvia's horrid state and the dense musk of her excessive fluids.
"Hey, you there, can I ask you a favour?"
"A-Ah?! My Lord!" She fumbled the basket full of potatoes in her hand before lowering her head. "Forgive my impertinence."
"Forget it, and come here. I want you to carefully wipe down the woman's body inside this tent, ensuring she is completely spotless. But remember that although she is chained up, do not lower your guard."
He wouldn't mind wiping that sensual body down himself.
But after enjoying that momentary bliss with Galatea and enjoying the feeling of being inside a dark elf.
Luka decided that lust couldn't become his priority.
There were an infinite number of times he could enjoy that kind of thing in the future.
For now, his priority was the goblin shaman.
He needed to gather his people, speaking with Vaun, Galatea and Gerard about the siege of Amol Village. Then, once they had a concrete plan, he would inform Iris of their intentions to win her favour.
The woman nodded several times before placing the basket down and hurriedly glancing around for something.
"Also, find her something to wear and ensure no one else enters by my order."
"Y-Yes M'Lord!"
She rushed off, leaving a basket full of potatoes and an unused cloth.
Luka glared at the two guards. "Understood?"
The two nodded before he finally walked away, wiping his hands with the cloth from the woman's basket, tossing it back and vanished from sight.
Lost in thought, Luka headed straight for Galatea's tent.
No matter what happened.
She was his only sworn knight.
He hummed to himself as he came to the familiar tent.
"I have no reason to be ashamed, nor should she."