性瘾者

NEOMA absorbed it all.

The divine power she stole from Redgrave by literally sucking his breath out of his mouth flowed through her body. But to be honest, it made little of a difference. After all, she already had an abundant amount of divine power overflowing in her body.

Dominic Zavaroni, the former saint and her teacher, taught her how to circulate her overflowing divine power.

She had to cough up blood, though.

[But I feel better now.]

"I see," Redgrave, who was now kneeling on the ground, said weakly while looking at her with amusement in his eyes. He just didn\'t sound weak. The god also lost his youth, and he looked like dried ginseng now. That meant his skin was wrinkled all over, and he looked like a skeleton covered with a thin layer of flesh. "You have a god in you."

Neoma raised her eyebrow at Crimson.

[He\'s really a god, huh?]

Crimson, who looked like a child the same age as her, had his long red hair tied in a high ponytail. He was dressed like a young master from a noble house, but his red dragon horns screamed he wasn\'t an ordinary child. And yes, he had red eyes.

[I think I should mention this to Papa Boss.]

Crimson glared at her. "What are you looking at?"

"Our job isn\'t finished yet," Neoma said, then she pointed to the god with her pouted lips. "He\'s still alive."

She removed the Dome that she created when the black flame that Crimson created disappeared.

"He won\'t be alive for too long," Crimson said lazily, then he put a hand in his pocket while his other hand covered his mouth when he yawned. "Can\'t you see that my flame is still burning him alive?"

"Don\'t yawn," she complained. "It\'s contagious–"

She couldn\'t finish her sentence because she yawned.

[See? Tsk.]

But while yawning, her eyes focused on Redgrave.

The thick black smoke caused by the black flame earlier had dissipated significantly. And so she could see the surroundings clearly now.

[White flame?]

Only then did she realize that the reason Redgrave couldn\'t move was because he was being burned alive by Crimson\'s white flame. Also, the lower part of the old god\'s body had already turned into ashes.

[Daebak. Crimson\'s flame is really strong.]

"Little de Moonasterio, do you know what it means to kill a god?"

She shut her mouth this time.

It wasn\'t like she wanted to kill anyone– let alone a god. She just had to do it in order to survive. Moreover, Redgrave was planning to use her as an air purifier. How could she let such a dangerous existence continue living?

"I don\'t enjoy taking lives with my own hands," she said seriously. "Don\'t make it sound like I\'m a glorified killer."

Crimson rolled his eyes at her, but she ignored him.

Redgrave smiled bitterly. "Little de Moonasterio, your breath is the Aether that the gods need to live longer and to maintain their youthful appearance. But you can also literally take their breaths away." He laughed, and unlike his bitter smile, it sounded genuine. "You\'re an interesting existence, Little de Moonasterio. It\'s a shame that I wouldn\'t be able to witness how you\'d shake up the Upper World."

"You make it sound like I\'m a menace to the society, Lord Redgrave."

"You are, though."

"I\'m only a menace to the people who want to harm me and my people."

The god laughed softly. "Little de Moonasterio, can you do me a favor?"

"The audacity to ask me for a favor after you tried to kill me…" she said while shaking her head. "But let\'s hear it."

"The child that I raised…"

"You mean Mr. Xion?"

"Yes, that boy," the god said while nodding his head. "Don\'t kill him."

"Didn\'t I just say that I won\'t be merciful to people who intend to hurt me?"

"Xion received the order to kill the Crown Prince, but he has no intention to do it. He only attacked you to gauge your strength," the god explained. "Xion doesn\'t kill innocent children and women. Although he is an assassin, he only kills people who are beyond saving. If you don\'t trust me, you can dig his past. You\'ll see that his targets were all vicious people who committed heinous crimes."

That didn\'t justify Xion\'s actions.

But she would be a hypocrite if she criticized the assassin based on that. After all, she also killed people with the justification that they didn\'t deserve to live anymore for committing disgusting crimes against children.

"Why do you want me to save Mr. Xion?"

"He\'s a pitiful child who inherited the crime of his ancestors," he explained. "Little de Moonasterio, I am the God of Forgotten Memories. I can erase my existence from the memories of humans and beings that I could manipulate."

[Ah, now I get a grasp of Mr. Xion\'s ability.]

"A long time ago, I lost an important person because of the Redgraves," the god continued. "Thus, I cursed their clan. I cursed anyone other than people who have shared their dirty blood to never remember them."

"It seems like your curse has turned into a blessing for them," she said. "An assassin who can\'t be remembered by their targets? Even if they are sloppy killers, and even if someone witnessed their crime, the assassins will get away with it smoothly."

Redgrave laughed and nodded. "Their ancestor turned their family members into assassins. The assassin guild they built is infamous. They have normal people running the guild for them, so it won\'t be forgotten. Only the assassins remain anonymous because of the curse I gave them."

"Will the curse remain now that you\'re dying?"

"The curse will die with me," the god said. "But I will leave my ability to Xion. This time, I will also give him the ability to choose if he wants to be forgotten or not by the people he meets."

"I don\'t do charity, Lord Redgrave."

"I am not that shameless, Little de Moonasterio," the god said, then he grinned. "I will leave you my eyes. Each eye will give you the ability to retrieve your forgotten memories. Thus, you can use my ability twice."

"What will be the price of using your ability?"

"You\'ll temporarily lose your sight," he said. "If you use it one at a time, you\'ll go blind for a week or two. But if you use both at the same time, it might take months before your eyesight return to normal."

She gulped when she heard that. "Are you sure it will only be temporary?"

"Ordinary humans do not have the rights and the ability to use a god\'s eyes. On the other hand, powerful humans blessed with Mana comparable to minor gods\' power will go blind permanently," Redgrave explained honestly. "However, you have the blood of a Major God flowing in your veins, Little de Moonasterio. Using my eyes won\'t cost you your sight."

"I see."

She didn\'t mean to make a pun.

"Do you trust me, Little de Moonasterio?"

"No," she said bluntly. "I will ask my Papa Boss and have your eyes checked first."

"Yes, that\'s right," the god said, while laughing. "You shouldn\'t trust gods easily."

She fell silent when she realized that only Redgrave\'s head and neck hadn\'t turned into ashes yet.

[He doesn\'t sound hurt even though he\'s being burned alive.]

Was Crimson\'s white flame gave painless death? Or Redgrave couldn\'t feel pain because he was a god?

"Do you accept my proposal, Little de Moonasterio?"

"I won\'t kill Mr. Xion," she said because right from the start, she didn\'t plan to kill him anyway. "But I won\'t take care of him. He\'s already an adult."

"That\'s good enough for me," Redgrave said in a tired voice, then he closed his eyes. "Good bye, Little de Moonasterio. It was fun meeting you."

She closed her eyes because she didn\'t want to see the god completely turn into ashes.

A few moments later, she felt something cold and hard in her free hand. When she opened her eyes and looked down, she saw a pair of red marbles the size of an eye socket.

[Ah, these must be Redgrave\'s eyes.]

  A blinding light suddenly blinded her, making her close her eyes. Then, she felt the eyes melt and enter her body as if they became blood that flowed in her veins now.

However, she didn\'t get the chance to close her eyes for longer than a minute because of what happened next. Skewer vibrated in her hand the same time the ground shook hard. When she opened her eyes, the sight that greeted her shocked the hell out of her.

"Princess Neoma!" Crimson snarled at her angrily. "Why did you open the Hellgate again?!"

Yes, a Hellgate emerged from the ground without warning.

"I didn\'t open it!" she said defensively.

It was true– she didn\'t summon it!

But it was indeed the 9th Hellgate that she created with Trevor before. She was sure that it was the same Hellgate because the doors were pink. Yes, she asked Trevor to color her personal Hellgate pink.

She also noticed that instead of skulls and bones like the other Hellgate that she saw in the past, roses and different flowers were engraved on the doors of her Hellgate.

The door suddenly burst open, interrupting her thoughts.

A strong gush of wind came out, and it almost blew her away. But thankfully, Crimson stood in front of her and created a shield to protect the two of them from getting blown away by the violent wind.

[No, it\'s a tornado.]

Fortunately, the tornado didn\'t last long. After it collected Redgrave\'s ashes, the tornado returned inside the Hellgate. When the doors closed with a loud thud, the Hellgate sunk back to the ground.

It disappeared as soon as it appeared.

[Did the Hellgate appear because I killed someone?]

Then would it appear every time Neoma killed a being?

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