Christofer - Pale King

Resting my head against the warm flesh of Julia, the little one I had raced into womanhood, I closed my eyes as her fingers traced over my body. Soothing my nerves.

"So Julia, my little Eben Fox. Tell me what you can about Abbadon Snow." I asked, opening my gaze to the foxy woman, with a fluffy set of Eben ears and a long thick tail coiled around me.

"All that have known the name Abbadon Snow has been erased. Everyone under the realm of Heavenly Lord seems to have forgotten about the boy. At least his facial appearance, that is. It's quite chilling thinking about it."

"An those above Heavenly Lord?" I patiently asked, marveling at the devilish beauty before my eyes, smiling without a care in the world. To think she was just a simple slave girl I bought on a whim a few cycles ago.

"Nothing. They will recall the name but nothing about his appearance. It must be some powerful magic this Abbadon is using."

Humming in reply, I sighed, "Is he still on the watch list for Duke Sultan?"

"he is. However, nothing will come of it. No one knows how this Abbadon looks—leaving us in the same position as Duke Sultan. Although, I did find some information that could prove quite useful."

Focusing my gaze on the cunning grin of my Eben Fox, whose body was beginning to warm, I licked my lips, "Well?"

"Not till you promise?"

Clitting my tongue, I rolled my eyes but promised, "Fine. Fine, but wear a mask. You are still wanted in seven nebula's for going on a rampage."

"Hey! Some guy touched my ass. I think it's only fair I killed him." Julia replied righteously.

"You killed everyone on the planet." I bluntly replied, hearing her shameless reply, "not one survived."

Julia lowered her head, and her lips traced over mine, "And didn't we make love in the pooling wreckage? It seems to me you are just as much to blame as I."

"Just tell me."

Giggling, she pulled back, "It seems you have a mutual friend who may be in contact with this Abbadon. Aiza's disciple, that is. It may be a stretch, if not nothing, but Yu Jing did use the same hotel that Abbadon was using. And they vanished the same day, with none the wiser."

Hoisting myself up, a grim expression clouded my face, "The Hell? Who is this Abbadon? We got no time for this. I want you to go and see Gaius Winterblack. We need a description. I will go to Caisa. Shit. I hate dealing with that heartless bitch."

Pursing her lips, I shook my head, "This could be useful, Julia. Abbadon may not be an enimy. Shit, we could even get some revenge on Aiza. That whore made more enemies than I."

"Fine, but after this, we take a vacation! We are Gods, but it seems like all we do is work like damn mortals. Let's fuck in the orbit of a star, Ok!"

"That's a deal!" I voiced as she vanished away, leaving me smiling.

Flickering through my lair, I made my way towards the closest Nexus Gate. I was not like Gaius Winterblack, whose comprehension of Space had surpassed the Old Celestrial King. He was but the only one who could teleport between the Regions unhindered.

Reaching the Nexus Gate teeming with various merchants and pedlars. I did not stand in line nor pay the toll as I simply rushed through the Holy Swords protecting Casia's main hub for merchants.

None of them were mid Gods, so I found no trouble making it into the Holy City of Casia. Making sure my demonic Presence was hidden well, I took a quick note of the holy essence that was far denser in this place than anywhere else.

"What in the world is happening here? Such a pure aura? Did the Holy Knights gain a new master? This is the purest essence I have ever felt." I solemnly swore. "Looks like I may need to poison this whole city to lure this person out. I need to find out who did this. Damn it, Julia is going to kill me for working even harder."

Shaking my head, I shot towards Aiza's mansion. Ignoring the gathering of Nox members outside her Estate, I made way past the guards and into her home, where she stood gazing at me with a chilling smile.

"Little Christofer Syv, has my long-lost nephew returned to me?" Aiza asked with a cynical expression. "What can I do for you?"

"Drop the games, Aiza. The family kicked me out. I am no longer a Syv." I voiced with indifference. "Although I feel like that was your doing."

"Far from it. I was all for you remaining; there are simply no true devils like you and me anymore. The House of Syv seems to be gaining some morals. Disgusting, don't you think?'

"That's rich coming from the matriarch of the House of Syv. Were you not the one who sent the family after me?" I declared, recalling the day Aiza commanded a few hundred Low Gods to hunt me down like a dog.

"So? We work in the shadows, and you brought the darkness into the light. We needed someone to be the scapegoat, and it was decided you take the fall. I personally, while against it, felt like it didn't even matter. Family is just a crutch after all."

Snorting, I did not disagree with Aiza. While what she said is true, it did not change the fact I was hunted for two cycles.

"So? What is it you want?"

"Abbadon Snow. Who is he, that your disciple is traveling with him?' I uttered, tossing out some of the bait to see if our theory was true.

Aiza smiled and turned to one of her shelves. Pouring herself and me a glass of Zur Brelm Whiskey, the realm's most powerful and expensive liquor. She pointed to a chair, "sit." taking her own seat just across from the one she pointed to.

Not afraid of this being a trap, I took a seat with an indifferent expression that matched my dear Aunts. Lifting my drink, I waited.

"Abbadon, or should I say Arsene Snow is my new target. Care to help?"