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Chapter 794 Father
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Edit note for 790 - changed some dialogue to address that Kyrian had been to the Vulture's Den before.
Chapter 794 Father
Ilea glanced up at the sea of stars and smiled, spreading her arms as the Fae floated away from her shoulder.
It looked at her with its white lack of eyes.
“Give me your power, oh stars beyond,” she murmured, closing her eyes as she kept her face towards the stars.
A slight wave of space magic pushed down on her, the earth below giving way.
She opened her right eye and glanced at the fae, ignoring its attempt at destroying the organ.
Mad, it sent.
“Why? Because I talk to the stars? Maybe I can befriend them. I did manage to befriend you,” she said.
The Fae crossed its tiny arms.
“Oh I see. You’re jealous,” she said.
The Fae looked away.
“That means I’m right. Hello, stars? Can you talk to me?” she said, looking up. I guess it would be kind of inconvenient if a star came closer to this planet. The thought made her give up on the halfhearted attempt of channeling astral energies.
She teleported the Fae into her hands and cuddled it close to her chest, spreading her wings before she flew towards the city gates. This time the Guardians and guards on the wall recognized her immediately when she landed. Two machines and three human guards stood in front of the open gates, checking the travelers, merchants, and adventurers entering the city. It seemed just as busy as during the day. The only difference Ilea noticed was the fact that people moved directly from the gate bunkers to the city gate, very much aware of the people and forests around them.
Secure travel, but also a way to avoid any and all dangerous areas in the Plains, she thought, walking to the side of the gate before she leaned against the wall. Nobody complained.
Wait? the Fae asked.
“Yeah. Ten minutes or so. They’re still in Virilya I think,” she said.
Bored The Fae appeared on the ground and kicked away a small rock lying in the dirt.
Ilea formed two ash copies of the being and infused them. She let them loose a moment later.
“No, can’t be,” an adventurer said to his colleague as their group approached. He wore leather armor, a greatsword strapped to his back.
Another man dressed in a thick gray robe nodded quickly, his face largely hidden by a scarf and hood. “It’s her. Identify her.”
“I can hear you people,” Ilea sent to them, all four in the team tensing up as they looked her way.
“Apologies, Lady Lilith,” the leader said, his face clean shaven, black eyes taking her in.
[Berserker – lvl 128]
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said as he approached.
Ilea smiled. “That’s interesting,” she answered and teleported them to the other side of the wall. A few guards jumped down from above immediately. “That was me. I moved them,” Ilea sent to the guards she saw in her dominion before summoning a cloak, pulling the hood up before she teleported down and closer to the river, leaning against the foundation of the city wall with a sigh. I’m literally famous.
“Come here, Violence. Or you’ll get abducted,” she sent, moving the three beings towards her with Fabric Tear.
Ilea still heard the people above come and go, gasps and excited voices resounding at the first sight of the Guardians. Most adjusted quickly. Ilea even saw a considerable amount of people going about their business as usual, already adjusted or simply uncaring for the new addition of the machines. Guess not everyone is going to give a shit.
She did see Executioners move through the air and towards the nearby forests at breakneck speeds. New ones arriving in turn. Ilea assumed Aki had to charge them up before sending them back through his own network. The dagger did mention his expansion of the current Taleen network. For now only outside Accords cities that accepted the presence. All of them did.
Felicia was early. Her mark moved through the Plains in a split second, appearing far away and in the south. A few minutes passed before she moved again, this time arriving in one of the gate bunkers a hundred meters south of the Riverwatch walls.
Ilea was glad she could ignore the marks when they weren’t relevant. With all this recent long range teleportation, she would’ve long needed her healing to be active to counter the growing headache.
A few seconds later she saw the duo walk on the street leading to the city, Felicia wearing her Imperial armor, followed closely by the masked half elf and Immortal Guard Syrithis. They drew quite a lot of looks but nobody was brave enough to talk to them.
Does that mean I just have more approachable vibes about me? Or was that specific Berserker just braver than most? Ilea wondered. “Hey, good to see you. I’m down by the river,” she sent to Felicia.
The woman smiled and started towards the riverbank, floating down with a casual use of wind magic before she landed a few meters away from Ilea.
Syrithis followed behind, landing before she looked at the three Fae like creatures battling each other with ashen swords and space magic.
“Hi there,” Ilea sent to them both.
‘ding’ ‘Telepathy reaches lvl 15’
Thanks for reminding me that I should work on my skills, she thought, rolling her eyes at the message.
“Is that…” Syrithis sent.
“Syrithis, meet Violence, Violence, Syrithis,” Ilea sent.
Friend! the Fae exclaimed.
Syrithis jumped back, hands going towards her eyes as her wind magic flared up.
“It’s just a greeting,” Ilea sent.
“What do you mean? It nearly destroyed my eyes!” the half elf sent.
“Way to freak out over nothing. You could use the space magic resistance training it seems,” Ilea sent.
Violence knew not to attack Felicia, but the Immortal Guard was fair game. They were powerful enough to deal with a bit of eye opening space magic after all.
Syrithis remained at a reasonable distance. “I thought the Fae were peaceful creatures, exploring the lands.”
“Well not this guy,” Ilea said. “Violence has anger issues.”
The Fae turned towards her and somehow hissed, sending out a wave of space magic that thumped against the stone foundations. Her hood fell with the wave.
No
Issues
Violence
Fuels
Me
“Yes, as I said. Anger issues,” Ilea answered, squinting her eyes before she used her space manipulation to throw the small Fae into the river.
It plopped into the moving waters before being flushed away, occasionally resurfacing to throw space magic back towards Ilea.
“Is it going to be fine?” Felicia asked, following the small form with her eyes.
“Ah don’t worry about it, they might as well be indestructible,” Ilea sent and stood up, stretching when the Fae appeared on her head. It tried to rip out her hair, failing as the ashen copies flew up and restrained it. “Syrithis, how have you been?”
The masked half elf twitched when she heard her name. She shook her head slightly, watching the scene from behind the safety of her white and silver mask. “I have been well, Ilea. The news of your… acquisition has left an impression. It is why I’m here.”
“Yeah, I’ll let the others deal with all the politics and treaties. The Guardians will be a massive help. I assume you want to meet the Hunters?” Ilea asked.
“They… were there?” Syrithis asked, taking a slight step forward.
“Of course. We fought the hordes together. Isalthar is alive and well, before you ask. As are Fey, Ben, and Seithir,” Ilea sent.
The half elf remained silent for a few seconds before she bowed lightly. “I appreciate your candor. This is not information you had to share with me. I had hoped for an offer to meet them, but I did not expect it. There are other reasons too, that much I offer to you in return. Alyris wishes for me to find out more, about the current state of the Hunters, the Guardians, and the Dwarves of Io, whom I believe are the remnants of the Taleen.”
“We can go to Iz, I suppose. I don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t meet the Hunters,” Ilea said as she focused on Niivalyr’s mark. “Gonna bring a half elf and a human friend to you in a moment, alright?”
The confirmation came a few seconds later. “Do as you wish, I am in a side room of the Guild Hall, discussing with Evan.”
Ilea considered for a second if bringing Syrithis to Evan was an issue. She looked at the masked woman as the fae fought atop her hair. “You don’t have beef with Evan Trayne?”
The half elf shook her head ever so slightly. “If by having beef you mean if I have a dispute with the man, then no. However it’s been… a long time, since we met,” she said. “He knew my father.”
“Right,” Ilea said and activated transfer, connecting the beings around her to the spell when it activated, bringing all of them into a spacious room deep below Karth. Dull green light shined from above, a set of comfortable leather chairs standing next to a stone table. She saw the heavy stone seats in the corner of the room. Neither Elfie nor Evan seemed surprised. She assumed the elf had informed the sand creator.
The surface of the stone table was adorned by various runes and symbols, etched into it by its creators. A set of large tomes lay on top. Two cups filled with steaming liquid stood next to the books, a small tea cooking station set up in one corner of the room. Someone had even added candles, to break up the green light at least a little.
Evan leaned back in his leather chair and took a sip of his drink. “Lilith. And you, I presume, must be Felicia Redleaf.”
“Greetings,” Felicia said. “Evan Trayne, of the Foundation. I have heard some stories.”
He smiled. “I can imagine,” he said, glancing at Ilea before he stood up. “Syrithis, dear. You’ve grown,” he said, walking up to the half elf before he hugged her.
Syrithis returned the gesture. “Evan. It’s good to see you again.”
“Is it? You could’ve at least sent a letter,” he said. “It’s been centuries.”
The half elf looked away. “I was… busy. And then it became kind of weird. You were watching us anyway, and I had to consider… my allegiances.”
“Of course,” Evan said, a genuine smile on his face as he held her arms and looked at her. “And I have to say, I’m quite impressed with both you and Alyris. I’m glad you two found each other.”
“That…” Syrithis said and looked around. “Nobody knows about that! Who talked?”
Evan let go of her and went back to his chair, sitting down with a sigh. “Girl, I’ve known you since your were a child. Nobody talked. That doesn’t mean I didn’t know.”
“But then… the Foundation. You could’ve…” Syrithis said.
“I am not here on behalf of the Foundation of Glass. I am here as a friend to Isalthar. And the information I have on you, is that of a friend,” he said. “Now go and meet your father.”
“You… father?” Felicia asked, looking at the various faces, getting stuck for a few seconds on Elfie.
“I didn’t mention that?” Ilea asked.
“You did not,” Felicia said.
Ilea shrugged. “Anyway, this is Elfie. Or Niivalyr. Elfie, Felicia, Syrithis. Two high ranking people from the Empire of Lys.”
“I can tell what you are,” Elfie said, looking at Syrithis with mist like patterns moving in his dark gray eyes. He hissed in a welcoming manner.
Syrithis looked at the others and hissed back.
“That was awkward. How long since you’ve met any elves?” Ilea asked before she herself hissed, the sound much more pronounced.
“You’re getting too good at this,” Elfie said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ilea asked and squinted. “Hissing isn’t exactly the most complex of sounds.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Elfie said. “Just… the old superiority. It takes a while to work through that.”
“Yeah,” Ilea sighed. “Going to be difficult to break that cultural phenomenon with some of the Domains.”
“Some? All of them,” Niivalyr said. He sounded tired, shaking his head lightly.
“Time and effort,” Ilea said. “If that’s the goal. I sure as hell won’t convince anyone,” she said.
“You beating a few of them to death with your bare hands will sadly be more convincing to most than anything Isalthar has to say,” Elfie said.
Ilea rolled her eyes, glancing at Syrithis. “Isalthar. Right. Come on,” she said and led the two out into the massive hall. “I see the Hunters have demolished it a little more?” Ilea sent to one of the present Pursuers. The opposite wall showed heavy impacts, a crater at the end of the hall where a lectern had stood.
The Pursuer shrugged. “They’re manageable. I’m glad they have stopped destroying Guardians. For the most part.”
Most of the elves were lounging around. A few were sleeping, some encased in ice, others buried in the stone floor. Ilea spotted one inside of a monster carcass, happily snoring away.
“Bunch of existential crises happening all at once?” she sent to the machine.
“An understandable phenomenon, based on the circumstances. They have celebrated their victory. But now new questions arise. It will be intriguing to see where they all go from here. I am gathering a lot of information,” Aki sent back.
“You sound more like an artificial intelligence than before. Doing okay yourself? With all the changes?” she asked.
“It’s quite a lot to take in. I’m still not fully used to it. All the projects, treaties, and considerations are a great distraction from the void like dread of considering my own new existence. The Meadow has shared some quite intriguing words with me however,” Aki said.
“Oh it did?” Ilea asked with a smile.
“Yes. We are similar in a sense. Far reaching, far seeing, immortal, and laden with responsibility. It is quite fortunate, to have one such as it as perhaps a… peer,” Aki spoke.
“Well, I’m glad you have someone to talk to about your incredibleness. Just remember that at the end of the day the Meadow is a tree and you’re a dagger,” Ilea said.
“Yes. And you’re some sentient flesh inside of a bone prison,” Aki said.
“Precisely. So let’s to the best we can,” Ilea answered before she addressed the white haired elf near the entrance. “Isalthar. I brought a guest.”
He interrupted the conversation he had with a few other Hunters, glancing over before his white eyes landed on the masked Syrithis.
She hadn’t said a thing, merely looking towards the group of elves.
“A… guest. Indeed. I am… how did you know?” he asked, excusing himself before he hovered over to them.
“A human lover? For a Val Akuun?” Ilea said and winked.
Isalthar considered her before he smiled ever so slightly. “A long time ago, it was a human that managed to quell my anger.”
“She must’ve been quite something,” Ilea said.
He nodded. “She was.” Isalthar turned to the half elf. “Child.”
Okay. I guess if you don’t learn anything about being a father. Wait, fathers aren’t really a thing for elves at all.
“Father,” Syrithis said. “I… congratulations, on your victory.”
“Thank you,” Isalthar said.
Wow this is awkward. Ilea wondered if she should say something. “Need some help?” she sent to the elf.
“I… perhaps. But you are a female? Would you know of the father?” he asked.
“Jesus, Isalthar. You should’ve explored a little more with Ben. Or learned from the woman,” she said.
“Quariaa was a forest witch… she did not know of some matters. And perhaps I was not in a state to learn,” he said.
“Okay. So do you know what a hug is?” Ilea asked.
“No,” the elf replied.
“Fuck, okay. Well I mean I don’t know if you elves even have Oxytocin. I’ll show you,” Ilea said and moved back a little. She produced an ashen copy of herself and hugged it. “Do that to her.”
“I can see what you’re doing,” Syrithis said, turning around before the elf hugged her.
“Like this?” he asked.
The half elf stood there before she slowly raised her hands, closing them around the elf’s back. Her body shook, soft sobs resounding.
“Is this normal?” Isalthar asked as he looked at Ilea.
“This is the first time I see you freaked out. Wait how the fuck did you even procreate without knowing how to hug?” she asked. “Do I want to know this?”
“There was fighting… a lot of blood… I was confused at the time, Ilea,” he said. “She was not strong enough to hurt me, and she nearly died quite a few times. But with healing magic I-”
“Maybe not. Just hold her. It’s normal,” Ilea said. Is this Quaniaa related to Celene?
“If the elves move to the Descent, you two can see each other more reliably,” Ilea said. “And I’m sure the Meadow can teach you some things about human fatherhood. I suppose she knows plenty about elven culture already.”
“There are no fathers among us. She is one of very few half elves. They are hunted by both our kinds,” Isalthar said. “We thought it better for her to build a life amongst your kind. Her chance of survival was higher, especially after she had been a successful Hunter for years.”
“Makes sense,” Ilea said before she addressed Aki. “Hey, where’s Zoy?”
“Zoy is sleeping in a nearby home,” Aki said.
“Okay, kind of creepy that you know that but fine. I think it might be helpful for her to talk to Syrithis. She’s not a half elf but they share some… circumstances,” she said.
“A thoughtful observation. I will suggest such to the Huntress, and the Immortal Guard Syrithis,” Aki said.
“Thanks,” Ilea said before she addressed Isalthar again. “Do you love her?”
“I do. Of course,” he said.
“Are you proud of her?” Ilea asked.
“How could I not be?” he asked.
She smiled. “Then tell her.”
“But she surely knows this,” Isalthar said.
“Trust me on this. Just tell her,” Ilea said, brushing at her eyes with some ash.
Comments
Viedu
Any news about todays/tomorows chapter, when it will be?
hill44
I think it was Ben that told Ilea that different Domains spoke different dialects of Elvish, so all elves learned Common as well.
Shin
Yes they have tho it was rarely used in the story Aki used it a few chapters ago when introducing himself to the hunters
Pierre Steiner
What language do the elves even speak? It seems every elf Illea has met spoke common, from the depth of the Still Valley to the youngs of the Fire Waste, do they even have a specific language aside from hissing?
tibbish
How dare you!! Magic Sex Bots on every corner could be Ilea's greatest contribution to the world! Think of the Fucking World Peace it would bring!!
Arexio R.
i can see what youre doing. *breaks down anyway* how wholesome
Wholesome.....had to make up for the sex robots last chapter I guess...good stuff!!
Chopper
The skill will be Hissing. 2nd Stage: Make your targets piss themselves! 3rd Stage: Make your targets shit themselves.. to death!
Vortozan
That was so awkward and wholesome that it hurts
Rad
A you lady teaching and ancient man how to be a dad. This is what I signed up for!
Shin
I wonder if the hissing is considered part of the elven language and ilea will get a skill for it soon 🤔🤔🤔
yannick schwende
That was a truly wholesome chapter. I truly enjoyed and loved it. I feel with Ilea and I agree, sometimes hearing someone important to is proud of you is all that matters :-)
Joshua Little
Thanks for the chapter.
Kalahatze
The two elves at the end (don't ask me to spell their names) were very wholesome and cute.
Matthias
I think the comma is there to force some kind of 'pause for effect' in the reader's brain. yes, it's technically wrong to have it there, but I think in this case there's some artistic freedom
Adrian Secchia
thanks! Girl, I’ve known you since your were a child. ->> "you were"
Camelopardalis
Nice character & world building. Typo-“And the information I have on you, is that of a friend” - no comma.
deus vult
please don't call the police....
deus vult
how the lilly sees illea (warning, blood gore and rape): it was a long dreary night. the empresses lover was going to visit. and she won't be alone. for the entirety of her time in the human plains, illea, the deviant of humanity, felt satisfied. for what felt like forever from the pissing, weak familiar form she had at a mere mention of a DRAKE. a pitiful DRAKE. to the powerhouse she was today. illea, or lilith, as she would like to call herself now that she had no name. for flesh has no form, so what is the use of names? had made far reaching progress. she had deceived the peaceful fool in the shape of a tree, and gained it's teachings and guidance. hesitant. the question entered her mind. or had it successfully deceived her? it's mighty form disillusioning even the mighties of mind magic? she would never know. but the benefits outway the risks, they always are. she had dominated the taleen, their machines could barely scrach her flesh, and their pitiful existance barely worth mentioning before her magnificent form. so she had destroyed them, and conquored them all. now all that lay in her path of conquest of the human plains is for the rest of them to recognize her as their queen. the living flesh. the one and only true god. she was not alone, however. the elves were, as always, a welcome respite from sedation. she felt their hunger, knew their lust for power, and embraced them as her own. her kin, with their desire for power ever lasting. she too. no matter how much of herself she would have to lose in the process. she will proceed. one of the older elves, the one named ishtar, and the first to submit before her might. is with her. distant yet close. perhaps regretting that he had not yet devoured his progeny. not yet. she thought of her. that lovely being. she was not powerful enough to eat. however. from weavy, her lovely secratery, she had heard they tasted quite delicious when young, and had even tried it herself. but it was sadly not for her taste. she thought, disappointed she couldn't have made herself to enjoy it. although, she reminded herself, the weeping trembling form, and sheer unimaginable horror from the progeny's 'parents' added much to her delight and made the meal somewhat satisfying. their feelings of betrayel when their goddess 'lilith' began devouring their only child. their horror at seeing the babe get eaten flesh by flesh. entirely alive through the process, to join her form. it had felt satisfying to her. in such a way that the hunger never could. but it would eventually. she assured herself. once she devoured everything that is. she made her promises, and waited for the young, foolish, weak embassy of the human empire of lis. she did not have to wait longer however, and the being had arrived. the true empress of the human plains, a half elf. one who dominates her partner through the sheer use of sexual prowess. illea was proud of this one. proud enough that she might devour her later. but to join her quest of hungring flesh is but an honor, so she decided against such thoughts. "you have arrived" she had sent to her mind. for her form knew no bounds of mind or of her soul. all who knew her would join her eventually in peaceful slumber. she initially did not mean for it to happen, but the words that slipped from her unmouth felt natural to her as much as it felt unnatural to them. the "human" gained telepathy without a class skill. something no other "human" has ever achieved before. but she was no human. and she would proceed. ever hungry, ever ambitious, ever powerful. all would tremble before her might. the ambassy to her time to assess her surroundings. the night shining on a near endless cliff filled with storms that the weak could never handle. perfect place for secrecy. "come, let me show you what you might achieve" she awaited no protest before teleporting her against her will. back to where they came from. back to where the meal was taking place. thousands upon thousands of taleen were being slaugthered. eaten alive by the rest of their kind as a form of offering to her form. the living wall of flesh behind them. leading them on. slaugthering them. wailing as they did, eat and get eaten. the mightiests among them - forced to their knees by their very own machines in endless worship. those who were weak were devoured. those who were strong survived. their screams form a canopy of noises of boundless slaugther, pleasant to her ears. she had come far, she knew. perhaps astonished by the vision before her. of an old enemy recuded to such a pathetic form, the 'embassy' stood puterified. she did not know what to say 'illea' thought, and through her domain she could see her shaking. trembling from excitement, for sure. "see how pathetic they have become." her unmouth was saying before her. "used to be a terrifying enemy, now weak to the flesh. see how low they have come. witness for yourself the power you may wield through worshipping ME and ME only. WITNESS! AND DESPAIR!" not even giving her time to consider her words, the echos reverbated through the cavern, drawing the attention of the taleen. "praise!" one of them yelling, and the rest yelled in unison in return. "praise!" leaving only those who were eaten to weep on the floor, women and children, with their siblings towering above them. eating them. she knew, this display of power was not enough. "LOOK AROUND YOU. WEAKLING. SEE HOW FAR I HAVE COME" and the embassy looked, for she forced her to. and she saw something incredible. for the taleen themselves were not the only ones to partake in the meal. countless of elves from mighty domains of fire, ice and more. like snakes slithering about they were enjoing their meals. the final supper. "see that which you desire?" she adressed her directly. looking into her eyes as she did. the silence broken by screams felt eery, but fueled the elve's excitement. "do you not desire.... power?" she sent to all of their minds at once, so she would not be silenced by their noise. she paused. "then is it... other.... forms? activities? sex?". she allowed her words to take place. before she spoke. again, undisturbed. "observe" and she showed. she showed as other elves were partaking in the sexual activities formed from human offerings, one special among them. the empress of lis. her at least a double. "I could have anything I want, and so could you." she watched as she used her healing to perserve their palpidated flesh and keep them alive. she would not want for their joy to end. all around her domain were sounds of worship, of hunger, of pleasure and pain. silencing any others. her true domain would form soon, and she might even surpass the endless meadow. devour it's real form. but as it is, she is way too weak to even have such thoughts. chastating herself, and focusing her thoughts to the present, she began to hear the half-elf speak. "this..." the elf said. she could not tell however, in her voice. is it excitement, or is it fear? perhaps both? good. she thought. she should fear me. "is this... what happened... to the taleen? to the...." she almost tasted the word filled with lust and desire. "humans?" and she remained. merely watching. saying nothing. 'illea' took her time to keep watch on as the embassy, still not saying anything. still silent as it is. thoughts trembling from potential excitement. unimpressed? "it is not power... it is not sex... then is it... attention?" she looked. she listened. to the sounds of pleasure and pain coming from the prisoners, she located her first, and final prisoner. a vulneteer. how ridiculous. she thoughts. this 'celene'. a necromancer that knew not to stay away from the pleasures of the flesh, even as they destroyed her. they murdered her form again and again while raping her in groups. how pitiful, how pleasureable. how amiable. this is how they should all be before her. they killed her, but her face was only filled with joy and ecstasy. a proper practitunar, a true worshipper. she thought. apreciation. she felt. and before illea would struggle to partake herself. she offered a greeting towards the embassy's father. ishtar did not have the same resposibilies as her and was fully enjoying the celebration. she called to his mind. called him to come. and he knew what to do. without hesitation, she forced the half elf to her knees, for the weak only have a place on the ground before the strong, and let the progeny's father. approach her. "father!" she tried to yell. shellshocked. beneath the madness and sounds of pleasure. the screams of torture and pain. she couldn't hear a thing. but ishtar was more than capable of hearing her in return. he teleported, towering over her kneeling form, as the shocked embassy kept calling to him with tears in her eyes. this was all part of the plan. she thought. and she let the acting proceed. instead of acting impassively as he used to. she showed him how to endear to the human inside of her. to use her compassion and gain her strength. the 'father' lifted his hand and started stroking the hair beneath his fingers, just as she told him to. while the 'embassy' was still. unmoving. weeping. calling out his name in whimpers. "ask and you shall receive" she projected. to her, and her alone. and the 'father' lifted her from her knees, and hugged the shocked embassy as she weeped from fear and joy. she watched them as they hugged. focused on their reuneune. "tell her." she whispered to his mind. "yes.... tell... her, you love her." and he did. the elf weeped further. "tell her... tell her... you're proud... of her". she whispered. he did. and the elf broke down in flames. flames of desire engulfing her form. she is mine NOW. as the half-elf continued weeping. her 'father' was hugging her, whispering sweet words of pride. congratulatory desire. catering to her weakness. desire for love. she gave her that love. and she would have more in return. for she, the living wall of flesh. the one true god. the titan. she, as lilith, she loved them all. and she will continue to love them to their afterlife. she will proceed. I give myself a seven out of ten.
Doodlyboy15
Thanks for the feels and the chapter.
Vega
I agree with Violence. (Reading about) violence fuels me. I like all the touching scenes and whatnot but my real joy is reading about ilea walking up to something and then punching it. Thanks for the chapter looking forward to more!
Sean
I'm am not glad to have received it.
Robbs
“Precisely. So let’s [do] the best we can,” tftc!
bob barker
will the old man have some incestuous urges if Ilea introduces Isalthar to the ways of mammalian nurturing? Tune in next time to find out. One thing is for sure: few people would be able to convince her that she is an 'old soul' moreso than her pops. ;p Oh man...I'm glad that I'm not the one on the receiving end of my humor.
juno
I'm not crying, you're crying.
Jason Hardman
Think it was just too get rid of some annoying fans.
Nicholas Paterson
Did she just teleport those three adventurers past security because they recognized her? Why? I feel like I'm missing something...
Blackmoon11
Its sweet, but more sad when you realize that Ilea's dad died of cancer and that those are the words she probably wanted to hear from him all her life.
Alex Galaitsis
The lady in the Vulture caves who reads vampire romance novels and wants to get intimate with dangerous elves and robots. 😂
Alex Galaitsis
I got the impression it was still all consensual. High level beings can just be freaky like that.
ricky jackson
who is celene?
Johannes Sauer
That certainly was wholesome. Though the 'not in his right mind' elf beating up a woman while having sex with her and healing her to keep her alive despite all the violence part was a bit disturbing
Chad Hagner
Great chapters, lots of chuckling on my part. The fey fighting and causing a ruckus while everyone ignores him gives me strong baby Groot vibes and I'm for it.
Arnon Parenti
Ilea playing Build A Dad to make her own perfect papa.
A
Thanks for the chapter!
DustHurricane
Isalthar learning how to be a dad is both hilarious and adorable
I guess astral as a 4th class is a given now. I was kinda hoping that it would be time magic instead, a straight up upgrade. Astral feels like shooting beams which she already has. Meh.. we'll see I guess.
Bugou
Niceee, TFTC
Corwin Amber
thanks for the chapters
Luciaron
I knew it but I never really internalized that elves don't have parents
Relissi
Aww
BeepBoop
If one of the stars wouldncome closer, they would have 3 suns again
Benjamin
The lols these last two chapters. Elfs just having an existential crisis while cocooning themselves.
BlackRazaras
Thanks for the chapter
