24 The Husband Sells the Son, the Wife Sells the Husband Part 2, R-18 (2/2)
”Word is that the dark-grey fox represents the evilest version of the feline's willy nature. I suppose such a mutation befits you,” Kilian jested, and again, he felt the rush. The fehl high spread within his mind, carrying it through worlds of pure delight.
With a raspy bark, Ophelia pounced on Olaf, dark purple flames burst from and coated her claws, claws she aimed at her husband's throat. But when the move neared him, Kilian snapped his fingers, and as if regaining her senses, Ophelia aborted the assault, backflipped to land beside Kilian, and kowtowed in submission.
Olaf soiled his pants.
”According to Jezebel, I just need to seed you again to have you regain your senses. But...I can't be bothered. You look and sound so much better without the heaps of shit pouring out from your lips. We ought to keep you this way, don't we?” Kilian rhetorically asked as he half-knelt and stroked Ophelia's hair.
Only now did Olaf realize that this mutation was nothing more than Kilian's work.
”I'm not gonna survive this after all...right?” He whispered with a face twisted by helplessness. The words failed to escape Kilian, who turned to face Olaf.
”Oh but you will. I just need you to kill your son and adopt me as your twilight child. The official story will be that your son rebelled, killed your wife, and after executing him, out of grief you sought a commoner gifted in the arcane arts and took him as your twilight child,” Kilian stated with a gentle smile while still stroking Ophelia's hair. Olaf's eyes widened in disbelief.
In Arcadia, old noblemen had the habits of adopting talented children and raising them as their last child, the one that'd remain by their side in their waning years: the twilight child. Typically, they were handpicked from young orphan boys or girls; destitute nobles or commoners gifted in the arcane.
And although their age usually ranged between five and seven, for noblemen to adopt teenagers - especially the arcane gifted - wasn't unheard of. Olaf didn't care for the reasons behind Kilian's move. The road to life stood before him, fueling him with new waves of resolve.
Standing up, the viscount turned toward his petrified son who met his murderous gaze with incredulity.
”Father, you can't possibly do this to me...ri...” The youth had not finished his words that Olaf unleashed his 125 units of dra and whispered:
”It's either you or us.”
He then rammed his fists into his son's heart, killing him in one blow!
But in the moment he struck, blood gushed from Olaf's chest, mingling with his son's as a fist, his son's fist, tore through his chest. Instantly, Olaf realized the ploy, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
”I thought...you...said…” He stammered. The sensation of his life force slipping through the wound twisted his gaze with fright and sorrow. Yet, his brain remained lucid enough to realize that Kilian controlled and empowered his feeble son to deal him a lethal blow.
With a smirk, Kilian rested his chin on Olaf's left shoulder, and whispered in his ear:
”Oh but you'll live. As a flesh puppet bound to my will. You see, for the likes of you, I can't be bothered to waste one of my spiders. After extracting all the knowledge you possess, I will turn you into my very first guinea pig and restructure your brain, your heart, your everything to ensure you live for another 100 years. Congratulations, Olaf von Verden.”
The words brought Olaf no comfort. But as he wept for one last time, the scenery around him changed, and he now stood before Kilian's Experience Refiner. Kilian tossed him right in. In less than a minute, the Experience Refiner devoured the entirety of Olaf's accumulated knowledge and experiences—transferring them to Kilian.
With the knowledge's drain, Olaf turned into a vegetable. His last lucid thoughts went to the riches he left behind; he died right afterward.
Exiting the Hellforge, Kilian lowered the two bodies on the ground, drew the Ouroboros Sigil on Olaf's chest and fueled it with his blood—allowing Olaf's soul to enjoy damnation eternal.