Shotting my eyes to the east, my vision suddenly distorted as I saw a group of dwarves pacing back and forth as they called my name. I could see the cold sweat slowly trickling down their rugged necks and taste the fear as they spoke.
Noticing my change, Vis frown, "Arsene?" she called in worry.
Not bothering to reply, I shot towards the dwarves located in the Eastern District. It may have been due to the contract, but I found my sense of direction perfect as I arrive before the group of dwarves in a matter of minutes.
My eyes began to glimmer with demonic light as I could feel the will of Hell rushing through my veins. "Have you fulfilled your end of the contract?" I spoke with my words, dark and terrifying.
Falling to their knees, the dwarven people nodded, "We have, my lord, we have crafted you the best armor we could and enchanted it with our dwarven primordial runes."
Sending a deep staring at one of his brethren, the one-eyed dwarf watched as they handed me an entire set of armor.
It was completely different from what I originally thought as they began to explain, "You did not smell of Midgard, so we went with another type of aesthetic look. Matching a little of Midgard while also adding more of a flare to it.
Picking up the wolf shape mask that covered the top half of my face, I felt as though I was touching mercury. The entire mask was filled with a dark black-silver light. While Silver circular marking linked to various lines could be seen, adding a profound air as I placed it on my face.
"Many do not like to wear a mask during battle as it can interfere with vision, but this mask has been inscribed with a superior tier 3 enchantment. Three words have been placed, ᛊᛁᚷᚺᛏ, ᚲᚺᚨᛜᛖ, and ᚢᚾᛒᚱᛖᚨᚲᚨᛒᛚᛖ. Its appearance is nearly its default appearance, just think what you want it to be, and it will change," Explained the one-eye dwarf.
(A/N: Sight, Change, and Unbreakable.)
Not bothering to test it out, I stared at the amour that I would be wearing. Its entire body was made with black metal, along with the silver fur of some creature. It had very sharp edges, not like spikes but rather sharp blades of where the armor plates would overlap. The gauntlet had long claws at the tips of my fingers, glimmering with a sharp, vicious light, while from the back stood a black fur-like cloak with a hood connected together.
"The entire armor is also a tier 3; however, it holds four runes running down the armor. ᛈᚱᛟᛏᛖᚲᛏ, ᛈᛟᚹᛖᚱ, ᛊᛖᚢᛖᚱ, and ᚱᛖᛈᚨᛁᚱ. Since we are not skilled enough to use a powerful rune, we added a superficial rune. It's very customary for us to add a repair rune to our benefactors.
(A/N: Protect, Power, Sever, and Repair
Dawning the entire armor, I felt my power suddenly spike as various dark lines began to shine with power. Suddenly the armor vanished. Causing me to pause in bewilderment, I suddenly gasped at how it fused into my flesh. A small wolf tattoo appeared on my shoulder as the dwarves nodded, "The armor will never leave you. The Protect rune has the added function of fusing with its user. So no matter what happens, whether your naked or not, your armor will always protect you.
"Holy shit, this makes my nexus armor look like dog shit," I yelled as they nodded with pride. Honestly, I was planning on killing them, but this was way better than what I originally thought. Rejoice, little slaves, I your father have decided to let you live.
"Bring me the others," I said, taking them all into the ring of bael. A look of confusion filled their gaze as they stared greedily at me. Snickering, I threw them an extra spiral ring along with a demonic contract, "Wanna get rich?"
Reading the contract over, they nodded as I faded with the darkness. Watching a single drop of blood reach my contract, I smiled. There was nothing strange with my contract as I already had their souls. It was only a matter of time before they fell into my hands willingly. This was more of a precursor to make sure they actually did the work.
Arriving at my apartment, I stared at Lisa, still sleeping, her tongue hanging out her mouth as she laid butt-ass naked on my bed. Sitting cross-legged, I entered the blood hall as Bael smirked, "So soon? I thought it would be a few years, maybe even months before you visited me."
"I thought that as well, but I need a technique that can fuse into my bloodline," I said with a profound smile.
"You must be suicidal. You do know devils and demons are at the top of the food chain? Aside from the Fallen, Angels, and Gods Protectors, we stand at the peak of all creation." Bael coldly said as if insulted by my request.
"So there are three being stronger than us. Why should I be content with that? I do not wish to be a devil or a demon. I will be something more, something outside the spectrum of what is thought possible. I will not be limited by the Idea of racial superiority till I am supreme.
"Care full boy, your... Nevermind, fine, but it will cost everything you have. All the souls you have collected." Said with bael as I shrugged.
"I can always collect more. Midgard is quite a large realm."
Watching as white flames sprung from my body, I felt extremely cold. Like I was missing a piece of me. Looking down at my hands shaking, I felt that my body needed to be trained. This reminded me of those drug Fiends at the hospital in my last life. It's similar to withdrawal.
Sending bael one final glance, I left the BLood hall when an influx of information stormed my head. Gritting my teeth, I clenched my mouth shut. Cold sweat began to trickle down my head as I quivered in dread.
<Bloodline Synthesis>
Releasing a deep breath of foul air, I smiled, feeling the pain come to an end. However, the trade-off was worth the suffering. Licking my lips, my body began to pulse with Soulforce as I stared at my still shaking hands.
This had worked when I was within that Well. My body could not move, but once I applied soul force, I was able to adapt almost instantly. With a grin, I shot my Soulforce throughout my body, causing ancient marking to appear.
My perception of reality was all but changed as I began counting down the seconds. "One, two three, four, Five, Six..."
Suddenly the markings vanished as a deep weariness filled my gaze. My arms had stopped quivering, and the cold sensation at the back of my soul had vanished, but I was dead tired.
Finding my way to Lisa, I sighed, dropping down beside her as my eyes slowly turned to black.