77 Chapter 77 (1/2)

I left the family of three to have their own reunion in private. It was also at this moment, that i retook my original form. That of a Supreme Being that knew nothing about imperfection.

Body, mind, and soul potency were all mine to the apex of mastery and even beyond.

I stood almost 7 feet tall with large intimidating muscles that showed the hidden savagery of what an existence like i was capable of. And i was garb with no armors but a majestic robe of pitch black.

The garments cascaded down my form that embodied the true divinity of my own. A dominator, a ruler, the best there was and there ever will, Damon Everhart.

Of course how could anyone miss my obvious grand entrance into this world once more. Everyone who has eyes were blinded by my magnificence.

They saw but never even had the courage to approach my lofty persona.

If they did make that mistake of deliberate disrespect, then i would have slain a few souls to bless my reentry into this reality.

”Young master?” my bitch Noemi was the first one to address my infinite grace.

”It is I, Noemi.” i smiled at the lovely woman. My steps took me back into Neon's room and within it, I also saw my broken captive. The beautiful Tamara of the late Ceres Family.

”Young Master!” Noemi bowed low and behind her, a person also took the exact reflection of obeisance.

Though i gathered the old goat was just forced by my will that intruded upon his person, but i cared not for such triviality.

”Come with me or stay. The choice is in your hands.” I directed the words not only at my father's confidante but also to my recent conquest, Noemi Killoran.

”Take me with you, young master!” my cunt replied as per my expectations.

”Forgive me but i have to disappoint your favor, Your Excellency.” the well spoken words of a seasoned goat indeed.

”Go.” I waved a hand out and released Nicholas from my influence. What need do i have for such weaklings?

When i fully assimilate myself into this reality, then flocks of gods and immortals would seem cabbages and carrots in my front.

A mere Core Formation Peak Stage like him was an expendable commodity at best.

”Please excuse me, Your Excellency.”

”CREAK!” the door shut and there were only three souls left in the chambers. Myself, Noemi, and the one who has yet to speak, Tamara.

The woman caged herself within her own world and cast away everything else but her sense of defeat. And ultimately, her loss.

”Tamara.” i called towards the bitch.