Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 432

Capítulo 432: Chapter 432: Pain

Chapter 432 – Pain

In the deepest pit of Hell, Asaemon sat still, facing the Lords of Hell. Asmodeus, Progenitor of Demons, was no longer gracing them with his presence.

One didn’t need to be a Sphinx to guess where he went.

Now only the seven deadly sins were left, and each one of them was looking at Asaemon with a different kind of gaze.

Some mocking. Others neutral. Others, still, curious.

Asaemon’s eyes had never been this cold since the day he had opened his eyes to the world. He was always playful and relaxed, perks of being atrociously talented.

Still, that day his heart was pierced. Like anyone inside the universe, he had heard and witnessed the demise of Noah and his sisters-in-law.

How could he not? Their deaths were loud. So loud that a part of the universe went with them.

And that left the Elysiari of Monsters reeling.

So he sat there, head lowered, unable to properly process what just happened.

“So,” Wrath began, swaying his tail, tone mocking, “was that the great Noah you were just boasting about, dear friend?”

“This dear friend said,” Pride tittered, “that He was the deepest and widest sky to ever grace this universe. The one able to encompass the whole universe in its depthless shadow.”

He paused, teeth bared sinisterly. “Where is he now? Where is this so-called damn sky?”

Asaemon didn’t answer.

“Did you lose your damn tongue with his wretched death?” Pride snickered.

Asaemon trembled.

“Disgusting,” Courtesan Lust hissed in scorn, yet her face still bore a smile. “How easy talk is, when you are coddled inside this safe place.”

“But do tell me, dear brothers.”

Her lips widened, her pink eyes glimmering. “Do you have the courage to discard everything you achieved for a single win?”

Wrath and Pride knitted their eyebrows.

Lust strode towards the silent Asaemon. Her steps kissed sensually against the fire-etched ground below.

Only walking, yet sensuality rolled out in every sway of her hips, every bounce of her ass.

Behind her, Wrath and Pride scowled in disgust.

“It’s always easier to talk than to act,” Lust continued, not minding their feelings. “And your nature might blind you from the truth, but I shall enlighten you, dear brothers.”

She stood beside Asaemon, squatted down, and gently wrapped her arms around his head.

Asaemon did nothing. He said nothing. He basked himself in a solemn silence, unresponsive, as if not hearing whatever was happening around him.

“Even sacrificing your whole existence would not make you win against a Progenitor.”

“You open your mouth as easily as you spread your legs, whore,” Wrath hissed. “Learn to shut it, and you will be less revolting to put our sight on.”

“The same legs you spread, and used until you dropped exhausted while I stood strong, my legs unshaking?” Lust laughed. “So much for Wrath.”

“You—!” Wrath tried.

“Keep your useless, angry words to yourself,” Lust cut him coldly. “I have no need to waste time with one who could barely get it up in front of me.”

“Oh please.” Pride sighed, defending his brother. “In front of you? Your appearance is nothing but a façade. No. Everything you are is nothing but illusion. An illusion you cast to fool yourself.”

Pride craned his neck, looking at his remaining siblings. “We all wonder why. Why don’t you show your true appearance to our friend here?”

“Afraid of whispers? Of what we might say to your hideous form? Oh please don’t be, sister. We are all monsters here.”

He grinned. “We won’t mind.”

Lust didn’t answer, her smile slowly disappearing from her face.

“Difficult to pretend now?” Wrath mocked.

Greed, Sloth, Envy, and Gluttony watched silently.

Clearly, this was not a new occurrence.

“When will Asmodeus come back?” Asaemon suddenly asked, head still lowered.

“I don’t know, my love,” Lust whispered softly, ignoring her brothers.

She had her two toys killed and her two Origins taken by Asaemon and his faction, yet she felt nothing like anger. Not anymore.

Instead, Courtesan Lust felt curious about Noah. And after this event, even more.

Many believed that Noah would not come back, but Lust was different. She had bedded men of all types, from the most wretched to one standing at the peak. She had learned what men worthless. And what make men worth allowing their way with her. So she knew men like Noah always went against the odds.

So she would stand beside Asaemon, and she would get closer to this faction.

Lust was not the only one thinking in that direction. Sloth was the same. The same with Envy.

Gluttony, too.

They were silent, but their minds were churning with hidden schemes and ambitions.

“What do you wish?” Lust murmured sensually into Asaemon’s ear. “I will help you, my love.”

Asaemon looked at her coldly. Clearly, her attempt to charm was useless.

Lust’s smile didn’t waver. It widened.

Asaemon then looked back at the Lords of Hell in front of him. He parted his lips, his voice flat.

“My brother will come back,” he said with conviction. “And by the time he does, the demons must be under the Elysiari.”

Wrath and Pride began to quiver with boiling anger.

“That’s what I want,” he finished, looking at Lust.

The woman, known as the greatest whore to ever grace the universe, smiled with her white teeth bared openly.

“I will help you, my love. But in exchange…”

She caressed his cheeks.

“I want to meet Noah Vaelgrim. The killer of a Progenitor. The Madman.”

Asaemon stood up from his seated position, a cold smile plastered on his lips, his crimson eyes sinking deep into Wrath and Pride.

“As you wish.”

Lust was with the Elysiari.

But not only her — Sloth, Envy, and Gluttony were with them.

The demon faction fractured into two, and now internal wars soon began, even as the universe itself was already threatened enough.

…

Asaemon was not the only one acting so emotionally. Aurelia, too, was the same. But for her, it was different.

She had been with Alice, fighting the Origins of Protection and of Procreation, when Noah did his last play.

The fight was difficult, but the two Elysiari knew they would doubtlessly win.

Yet Alice didn’t hesitate to sacrifice herself even if it was not needed, saying she couldn’t stay alive when her sisters and husband would soon die.

A commendable attitude.

But Aurelia was not able to do that. She couldn’t sacrifice the life she bled to keep and make greater just like that.

She couldn’t.

And that was when the realization slapped her mercilessly. She fell to the ground, charred dark by a multitude of skills.

Her head was ducked, her chest going up and down erratically.

Her body was carpeted with wounds. Nasty ones.

“I…I wanted to be his wife,” she rasped, heart tightening.

“I thought I loved him enough for that.”

But she did not.

Every one of them was ready to burn their lives away to die with him. Aurelia, even now with guilt eating her from the inside, didn’t believe she could do the same as them.

So what right did she have to seek the love of Noah? A love more than the siblings’ love he already held for her?

She, the First Abomination, realized she had no right to seek such a thing.

So she would not, as she was not worthy.

Yet she was still his big sister, and an Elysiari. She had discarded love, but not responsibility.

She had the right to make sure what her brother left behind would not rot away, and that until he came back.

Aurelia slowly staggered up, her body swaying, legs wobbling. She took a wrong step and fell to the ground.

Pain jolted inside her. Tears swelled around her golden eyes. She bit her lips, blood trickling.

She tried again, and this time succeeded in standing.

Aurelia raised her head skyward, watching how it was crimson, as if bleeding.

Her eyes became cold, her mind shifting to one single race,

“The elves…” she whispered, murderous intent clear in her dark tone. “Now let’s see if you can escape my wrath with Luelle gone.”

Her next step was clear.

And she took it, even if it was shaky.

One step forward.

Only one step forward.

Never left, never right.

Only forward.

Just like Noah.

…

There was a beginning in an end. A ray of light in suffocating darkness. A whisper of hope in a doomed situation.

And life in death.

The death of something was the beginning of another. A new aspect. A new life.

A new self.

That was the perpetual cycle of the universe.

Noah and his wives, and the pitiful people they dragged with them, became aware of that fact.

Not because they understood it through some deep cosmic understanding. No, because even after dying in some atrocious manner…

…all of them found themselves embraced in thick, grey fog, their bodies healed but different, facing a woman shrouded in the same fog high above.

She sat on a throne that made their soul bodies wanting to bow.

Most of them knew exactly what she was.

A ruler.

But Noah, Selene, and Luminara didn’t think the same.

Noah was frowning.

Selene was holding her chest in a choked manner.

Luminara was crying in relief, kneeling on the ground in devotion to the Woman in Fog.

The tension around was intense, especially with Luelle, the King of Change, and the numerous dead Origins looking at Noah and his wives as if ready to chew them raw.

But none of that happened, and all of them felt their soul bodies wince in pain at the sound of the woman speaking,

“Welcome to the Spirit World.”

—End of Chapter 432—