3 Relations of the past

All of a sudden Mythen started laughing uncontrollably. The purple skin woman was too afraid to even utter another word from her mouth. She remained stationer and waited for him to stop his laughing session and what order he will be giving next.

"They must be thinking the divines are behind all this… Ah..!! Too bad for them. Hahaha!" After a brief moment of laughing session, he managed to utter a word or two before he started laughing again wickedly.

Even though Mythen was supposedly enjoying his life to be the original of male-serpent, still there was a very obvious fact about each creature who exited- greed makes you more eager to want more.There was a unsaid fact about the Asuras race receiving the nectar that no matter how much they would have consumed, their body still lacked the ability to hold spirits so no matter how much they drank it, they would neve turn into immortals.

But, for Yama, the case was different. Since he was a mix of Demon and Devil, his body could hold up to the point of being immortal- however temporary. He still needed the strength of spirits and souls along with some unidentified energies. The clan he was head of was particular for devils and demons, but Mythen did not try to see the real reason. He was so blinded by greed that he did not bother himself to look out for it. Instead he was eager to somehow get his hands on the immortality potion that Yama had kept preserved. However was it all easy?

Mythen closed his eyes as he tried to calm his nerves, it had been a long time since he let out his desires and satisfy his needs. So without thinking on much he stood up and left his room to go to the opposite chamber which was filled with female serpents who were anxiously waiting for him. In front there was a huge pool spread into a few kilometres. Inside it, there were around wight female serpents who were bathing, the whole tub was filled with smog and white cover.

However, as soon as the eight female serpents saw their master arriving, they immediately asked the witches serving them to vanish the layer so that the master could have a clear view. As soon as the smog vanished, Mythen's eyes flashed with lust and desire as he did not wasted any more time and instantly shifted himself from the entrance to the tub, sitting inside.

The female serpent were too happy and excited to please their master that they immediately started their movements trying their very luck to gain their Lord's attention on them.

On the other side, again two lives were snatched away as Yama was trying to hold their souls inside his body. In the devil race females were considered to be much more stronger than the male ones and this logic was completely opposite to what was believed in the demons. Most of the demons tried to regenerate their connectivity of their soul and as well as body mostly with witches as they were too scared to hurt their pride. Good for Yama, his father, the Father Yama did not thought about his pride and connected his soul and body with one of the most powerful lady of the devil race.

Even the divines could not help but seal their mouths. It was good for them that she never initiated any attack on kind and innocent, that was the reason why the divines never ever had to be wary around her. They just needed to follow one thing that they were not supposed to provoke her.

While drinking each drop of blood seeping out through their bodies, Yama tried to store it for a while so that he could offer it to the tree of souls, but it was already too late. The side effect which he had on his body that had increased his killing emotion had heightened so much that he could not even help himself.

Looking at the naked and aten souls, he felt satisfied as he left the room and walked towards area where he used to take bath after his each session. Removing his upper robe, he revealed his firm chest which was perfectly built up. Pushing his shoulders back he removed the mask as he opened up the tied bun on his head. His long black hair instantly started dancing with the gush of the wind. He could not help but run his fingers through his hair and thought about the strategies they should use in order to protect the clan and as well as to strengthen the shield.

However, to get the last thing done, he needed to first talk to the witches about it. It seemed that was the only option left with him. As soon as he recalled about the battle that was going on outside, his eyes darkened. Either he had to wait for the things happening outside to calm down first, then he might think of leaving the place for a week to restore his strength or just wait for his enemy to get through.

Of course currently looking at the condition of his sect or the clan, the former was the better choice to opt. They will get multiple opportunities to strike.

With this thought, all of a sudden his eyes opened wildly and the corner of his lips lifted up into a slight smirk and he could not help but start laughing. If not for the Bennett witch, would their rivalry party be able to even stand still in front of them? But thinking about the witch circle, again his face darkened to a few shades.

The prophecy about him said that they had relations in the past, however no matter how much he had tried to recall or even tried to dig out information about his relation with them, the results were futile. Nobody was aware about it, not even a single soul. Earlier he tried to make a mediate channel with his past life in order to check whether he might find something in that life, but this type of mediation was only possibile among devil races which meant he was supposed to be a Devi in the past life as well! Since he could not then that meant only one thing- he was not a devil in his past life. If not, then what he was?

When he tried to apply force on his brain, blackness instantly appeared in front of his eyes as the backside of his head started to pain. He immediately stopped what he was doing and could not help but clench his jaws in rage.

'What is going on?' He could not help but curse inwardly.

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