Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

After taking a few seconds to glare at the spot Behran had been until only a second before, Evian turned his eyes to the Priestess in his arms.

"Aren?" He called to her but refrained from giving her a shake for fear of worsening her head injury.

Instead, he retrieved a potion vial from his Spatial ring and placed it at her lips until it flowed into her mouth and down her throat. Immediately, Aren recovered some of her complexion and stirred in Evian's arms but her eyes remained closed. A healing potion was not enough to mend all of the damage she had suffered as well as the possibly complete deprivation of her Spiritual energy reserves.

Evian cast his eyes all around them at the little flecks that were the remnant of the Rogue Arcanist whose bodies had been reanimated and driven to self-explosion. He looked at the debris of the destroyer carriage that started it all and only one name came to his mind and it was her that he reached out to.

Daria had her legs crossed and her eyes remained closed as she focused on meditation while she increased her strength per the Decadent and Pure Revolution Art. She had pushed every other priority to the side she had not even bothered to report to the Sanctorum today or to Priestess Arleen but it only took the hint of Evian's presence in her head to jolt her to respond to him.

Her entire psyche seemed to radiate joy that he had reached out to her. She was not yet quite used to this mode of communication between them or their intense connection that was a binding of Souls and in all honesty, she was not sure she ever wanted to be used to it.

Every time the mental connection was ignited and she felt Evian's touch and presence in her mind, her heart leaped and she could not help but let out a giggle like a giddy schoolgirl.

"Well, look who finally remembers to call in for a Good Morning?" She said to which Evian chuckled.

"How about telling me where you are and I'll say it in person," Evian answered.

"A Visit? Well, why would I say no to that?" Daria told him and better than 'telling him', she drew him a mental picture. Having lived in Sacrosanct for the vast majority of yet life, Daria knew every part of the City and what she delivered to Evian was essentially a map that homed in on her location like a beacon and would lead Evian to her no matter where he was in the city.

With Aren in his arms, Evian began the journey with Wraithic Phasing. For reasons that were linked to his lack of familiarity with the holy city as well as a need for secrecy in terms of his abilities, the journey took a while but eventually, Evian was walking through the small gates into the courtyard of Daria's home.

Evian looked at the house with scrutiny. There was something about it that called for him to investigate but he couldn't quite place a finger on it. He had been to a place Daria took residence in before back in Verdelen City but the feel of it had not been like this. That had felt somewhat impersonal but this had— history?

It was a single-floored house. It looked quaint but beautiful in a comfortable sort of way.

Daria knew of his arrival the moment he walked through her gates and maybe it was due to her excitement ahead her eyes earnest desire to let him know how well she had been progressing with the technique he had given her, she had not quite sensed all she could have…

… which was why she stopped short when she saw Evian was not alone.

"Aren?" Daria called in surprise.

"You won't call her 'Priestess'?" Evian asked with a small smile.

"No, I don't think I will," Daria said with a slight frown while she folded her arms beneath her large breasts while her eyes roamed all over Evian and Aren's bodies and clothes,

"What happened to you? Why is she with you?"

"It's an interesting story, actually. One I will share with you just as soon as I have laid her down and I'm sure she will recover," Evian said.

Daria allowed herself another second of looking between Evian and Aren and then she gestured with her head toward the door she came out of,

"Come on," she said.

Evian walked in after her. The color scheme of the interior was black and purple which gave it a sensual feel that Evian remembered from her home back in Verdelen City.

Daria led the way to one of the rooms in her home. A room that clearly did not ever see that much use. Not in years at least.

"Lay her there."

"I fed her a mending potion already," Evian said as he placed Aren on the bed.

"Then she'll be fine," As she spoke, Daria formed a seal that created a five-ring circle above Aren's body and blessed her with revitalizing energy.

"Just leave her to rest," Daria said and her eyes roamed over Aren's burnt and torn clothes, "She should be changed out of that."

Evian stood to the side and arched as Daria stood on took off the damaged clothes, and cleaned her blood smudges on Aren's body before redressing her in a comfortable robe meant for in/house wear.

The two left Aren alone then and the moment they were outside the room, Daria rounded on Evian,

"Are you alright? Did you get any injuries like hers?" She asked.

"If I did, you know I can take care of it," Evian said.

"Doesn't mean I shouldn't ask, does it?"

"No. No, It doesn't," Evian answered her with a smile.

"You can change in there," Daria told him with a gesture toward a door.

With a nod, Evian walked to the door and pulled it open. The room behind was unmistakably Daria's. It most had her aura and her chosen color scheme was most prevalent here. The Witch followed him in and watched Evian stripped out of his damaged robes.

With a wave of her hand, she cast a spell circle that moved from the soles of Evian's feet to the top of his head. Disintegrating every piece of dirt on his body.

"Thanks," Evian said as he retrieved a set of causal robes from his ring.

Daria seized the robes from his hands and put them on him instead and as she tied the sash to hold it loosely close, she looked up into his eyes, Read chapters at m_v-l'e|-NovelBin.net

"So what happened?"

"We were attacked," Evian answered.

"Yeah, I figured but by who…?" Daria paused and then, "Irbthir related to last night?"

"Actually, yes. And it's not just Wraiths we have to worry about. There's an entire circle of Rogue Arcanists hell-bent on bringing down the Church'e organizer religion because they feel wrong," Evian said.

"Tell me everything," Daria said with her eyes boring into his.

"They blew up the carriage Aren and I were on and then locked us in an Array. Eight Rogue Arcanists and one Wraith Lord," Evian said.

"'Wraith Lord'… That's…"

"Equivalent of the Fifth Circle. This Wraith was dressed in black and could ruminate the dead," Evian said.

"Zombification…" Daria said quietly.

"Just like the Wraith you fought a week ago," Evian said.

"You know about that?"

"Yes, Cardinal Krion said," Evian told her with a nod.

"You met with Lillian Krion? Just what have you been doing since last night? Besides shagging up with Aren, of course. That minx."

"Not much besides giving Krion a massage and surviving an outnumbered Attack," Evian said with a shrug.

"You gave THE Lillian Krion a Massage?" Daria asked with wide eyes.

"That got your attention more than my survival?" She Evian asked her with a crooked smile.

"Because it's the more difficult of the two. Lillian Krion is…"

"I know," Evian interrupted to say with a nod.

"And she allowed you to…" Daria started and again Evian interrupted with his hands raised in a would-be show of innocence.

"She needed a service and I was there and all too ready to provide."

"Of course you were," Daria said while rolling her eyes and then she pulled close to wrap her arms around his neck and snuggle her face into his body,

"I am glad you're alright though."

"I know you are," Evian said, "Do you think the Wraith I met is the same one you fought on that night?"

"Time possible, I suppose," Daria said, "How many arms did he have?"

"Two as far as I could tell," Evian answered.

"Hmm," Daria let out gently.

"He said his name is Behran," Evian said.

"The one from that night did not introduce himself. But I can still remember that face of his gaunt, disgusting. The blood of his kill dripping down the sides of his lips." Daria said and she gripped her arms even tighter around Evian's neck.

With their connection, their minds eased together and they shared memories of their experiences with the Wraith and while the face in Daria's mind was gauntier, it was undoubtedly Behran.

"I'm sorry," Evian said.

"It's not your fault," Daria pulled back an inch to shake her head, and then with just a slight extension, she closed the inches of difference between her height and Evian's to press their lips together.

Evian grabbed her hips and pulled her tight against his body, strengthening their oral connection as much as their mental bond.