Eroma Snow - Family

"Are you sure about this?" Val hesitantly muttered, taking a seat at the table that currently held Greyson and Emma Snow. "Must the boys kill each other like so?"

Grey lowered his head, but my eyes could see nothing but guilt written over his face that had been growing through the years. I could see he had been struggling to tell me something, but he had kept his mouth shut, and I never spoke of it.

Clenching her fist, Emma glanced out at the City of Holy Swords, with an ashen complexion, "How is Richter?" She asked, in utter heartbreak.

"Seeing that, Arsene banged his fiancee and sent it to every Lord of relevance. He is currently the biggest cockhold in the Bed of Chaos. How do you think he is doing? Humiliation aside, Richter has been training none stop. I don't know what he did, but I barely recognize him anymore." I softly informed.

Every week, I had made the time to see Richter at least once these past hundred years, and it was frightful how much he had grown. Whether it was his sword or personality, everything was changing, reminding me a bit of Arsene in some ways. Some could even say he was coming into his own as a member of the Snow Family.

"The greatest day of Arsene's life was the most tragic of our firstborn," Val muttered, glancing up to hold back the tears from leaking from his eyes. "How did we let this happen? We should have taught Richter better."

"You should have taught Arsene better," Grey added, shaking his head, "That little runt is a devil through and through. But at this point, Richter did this to himself. Eroma did warn him of what would happen."

"Enough!" Emma shouted, slamming her fist down over the table, "Why did you call us here?" She adamantly demanded, her eyes soaked in tears. "What is it you want?"

Glancing at Grey, my elder brother sighed, "Arsene doesn't know Richter is here. We wish to broker peace between the two of them. I know Arsene is willing to forgive, as he has more important matters ahead of him, but the problem is Richter. He is too unstable and may just dig a hole even deep with Arsene. Neither of them knows the others are here, but I say we must try and help this tattered relationship before Arsene breaks Richter once more. That boy is out of his debt when dealing with Arsene."

"Over a hundred years of watching over our shoulder. Hundred years of training in solitude, was it all for not?" Emma muttered pale as a sheet, sitting still with her meager World God cultivation. "I will speak with Arsene. He was always never able to say no to me."

"Seems your forgetting someone. Yura, aka Lilith, is also there, and Richter did threaten their unborn child. Lilith is a wild card. Arsene, I can predict, but that girl is different. We know nothing about her." I tacked on, shaking my head, "Even with my eyes, she is hard to read. All I see in her is an endless abyss. And you know what they say. If you wish to persuade a hard-headed man, convince his wife first."

Val gave a bitter laugh, "That is true... I guess."

Rolling my eyes, I sighed, rising from the table, "I'm going to see Richter; who wants to come? I ask because a certain archer is waiting for me, and she is as bendable as her bow. God, I love Elves."

"Guess you never had a Nymph," Val lightly uttered, wrapping his hands around Emma, who blushed a bit.

"I'm only half," she muttered.

Blinking my eyes, I turned to Grey, who shrugged indicating he knew, and back to Val, "Dear God! How could I have forgotten of Nymphs! They are so rare, though, and they never leave the forest! Damn! What the fuck have I been doing!"

'You're an idiot! Take me to my son!" Emma scolded, glaring daggers at me.

Pursing my lips, I bitterly nodded, placing my hands upon her shoulder along with Val. I gathered my divinity, ready to teleport, when Greyson's voice echoed in my head, "When you are done, bring Val back with you. There is something I need to say. It's very, very important."

Turning to my brother, I could not help but frown at the serious glint in his eyes and nod. Teleporting away without another word, we appeared within a set of desolate ruins a ways away from the Holy Sword Sect. I had tried to convince Richter to stay in the sect, but he said he needed a place to rest and think alone.

It was currently dark over these baren ruins in the depts of space, surrounded by a nebula of scarlet and violet being the only source of light, the sound of heavy grunts echoed into my ear. Knowing he was still at it. I patted Val's shoulder to follow and led the way ahead.

My brow, however, creased as I heard the sound of a woman's voice. "Not like that, silly. Change up your style a bit. You need some flexibility. Just like a man to think being forceful is the answer! Come relax your arm!"

"I only wanted to learn some of your sword-ax technique. Why am I changing everything!" Said Richter, somewhat annoyed, although he did seem rather joyful.

Did my little nephew get another woman? Hmmm, I guess he wasn't as sad as I thought. It's good, though. The best cure to anything is to get your dick or pussy wet! Fuck the sadness away! If you feel sad afterward, then you're doing it wrong! Plow the sorrow away! Till all that is left is an endless pleasure!

Picking up my gaze, a swift whistle ran from out of my lips as I peeked around a corner at the little minx with her arms wrapped around my dear nephew," Well, well! Good job, my dear nephew! What a... Hey, you seem familiar. Have we met?" I questioned, a little confused as she seemed so familiar. The face was enchanting, the same as her unholy body that could lead anyone to fall, but something was so familiar about her.

"Unkle?" Richter said, "what are you doing... MOTHER!!! FATHER! You got out! How!" He cried, racing towards them with open arms.

Ignoring the family reunion, I stared at the little minx as my eyes grew wide, "Oh shit! I remember! You have truly changed! But your that broad who poisoned Arsene in Pendragon! Nora, something!" I shouted as my eyes grew wider as I gazed at the demonic energy swirling unhindered within her body and soul.

She was a demon.