Chapter 189: My Lilims Past (1/2)

Tilting her head to the side, Zanris pouted, ”Master is something wrong?” she asked while still on one knee.

Turning my attention to Zanris, I shook my head, still remembering the Golden Eyes that seemed to pierce reality as a whole. I could still feel my soul shiver, both with fear and resonance. I didn't hole any familiarity towards it, but my soul still began to resonate with those eyes.

Shaking my head, I began to take note of the difference in personality Zanris held towards me. There was an almost obedient gleam within her eyes, like as if looking at one's father or mother. Bael said she is soul-bound to me. Does that mean whoever I turn would be bound to me?

No, I cannot put fate in such things. If I can't understand what I am seeing, then I cannot trust it. Staring down at Zanris, my eyes slowly began to turn dark as my emblem began to shimmer deep within my left pupil.

”Do not resist,” I worded as my emblem flashed deep within her soul. However, a dark light began to shine as my eyes grew wide as I stared at a strange emblem. It held my Elder Ring, but deep within, it held an emblem that reminded me of Lilith.

Reaching the ends of my elder ring, I saw a large profound crimson triangle stretching from end to end, while within the triangle held a complex seven-point pentagram overlapping with each line, with various writing and emblems I could not understand present.

(A/N: Look up Wicca symbols - while it has nothing to do with Wicca, it has a similar design. )

However, the most notable thing about Lilith's emblem was the heptagon within the center of the pentagram. It was as if I was staring at the abyss. The longer I stared, a sense of danger slowly began to become present until sweat began to cover my body. Shaking my head, I smiled bitterly, looking away.

It looks like Zanris is truly mine and Lilith's. How strange, this really puts in the meaning of 'what's mine is yours' together.

Lightly flicking Zanris's head, I grinned, noticing the almost childlike behavior she held. ”tell me, Zanris, what would you do if I told you to kill everyone within this estate, including the children? no more than a few months old.”

”Does master want their heads? Zan can even dress up there small cute little headless bodies,” She brightly shouted, with a magical smile full of love as a cold sweat rolled down my back. ” AAAAAAAAAH its going to look so cute!!!! Master, can Zan do it? Their small bodies would be soo cute. Zan wanna have some dolls. PLEASE!!!!!”

Yep, she is a devil. That is fucked up. ”umm, no. They will soon be your brothers and sisters.” I brightly said while she arose, staring at me with anticipation towards her new siblings.

”Can you tell me about your past? All I know is that you are a pureblood. Slowly looking down, Zanris seemed a little hesitant before shaking her head, ”I was born as a bastard. My father was apparently a high elf who forced himself upon my mother, who worked as a maid. After a few sessions, Mother became pregnant with me.”

”You must understand, a normal elf can become pregnant faster than humans. Our kind is like insects, breathing almost indefinitely a curse or gift depending on who you are. Due to the blessing of the Vanir Gods, we are made to breed, for it is our nature. However, High Elves are different. The birth rate for their kind is abysmally low. ”