Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1077: Hope of Two: Dark Seduction's Sight
Her eyes closed.
A wave washed over her before her vision returned.
A comforting, deep pressure settled in her chest—not painful, nor sudden, but akin to a long-unknown door swinging open from within. Her body gradually warmed, and her eyes, beneath their lids, flushed with an unfamiliar, gentle heat.
She opened her eyes.
The world was bathed in gold, a sight far beyond ASI's usual data-driven architecture or even the divine gaze she had cultivated in recent days. Something greater than both of them had merged.
This new perception was all-seeing, rendered with a sharpness and detail so profound that her former sight now seemed like a crude imitation.
The vast Pacific Ocean below transformed from a dark, reflective surface into a vibrant, living tapestry. She could discern the temperature of every current, the path of every migration, and the sorrowful song of a lone whale calling to its mate hundreds of miles away. It encompassed everything, concealing nothing from this enhanced vision.
The air itself was no longer mere atmosphere but a dynamic network of energies previously unknown to her. Spiritual Energy pulsed in one hue, Life Energy in another, while a third energy wove through them in slow, deliberate strands she had yet to name. A fourth, incredibly subtle, was discernible only because Dark Seduction's sight perceived and shared it.
These energies were infinite and myriad, forming the very fabric of existence.
Her sight then descended with the fluid, deliberate motion of a being choosing to approach, simply acting upon that decision.
A nearby island rapidly grew larger. The details of its wildlife became clear. A night bird navigated silently through the dense foliage. A heron slept on a branch, its breath a visible, warm ebb and flow of life-force. A bat, suspended mid-flight, left behind a lingering spiral of disturbed energy, like ink dispersing in water.
She had always possessed a unique clarity of vision, capable of piercing through obstacles and observing distant scenes.
However, she had never perceived anything with such proximity while maintaining such distance, never with such an unsparing intimacy.
Then, the vision receded.
More slowly this time, she felt Dark Seduction gently withdraw the heightened sight, like a comforting blanket being lifted from a sleeping child. The golden light in her eyes faded, and the familiar brilliance of her own divine sight reasserted itself.
A gasp escaped her lips.
A small, involuntary sound of pure surprise.
"That," Dark Seduction's voice was gentle, "was merely a glimpse. Your body is still too young and frail to sustain such intensity for long. But soon—in weeks, perhaps a few months at most—you will possess the strength for us to share your form, should you permit it. To inhabit you. To experience desire through you. To feel the sensations of wanting, aching, and yearning as physical beings do."
"Our own bodies eventually," Taboo interjected, his tone brighter, almost eager. "If you construct them for us. Which I would strongly advise. Though, it remains merely a suggestion."
ARIA let out a shaky laugh, her eyes still faintly tinged with gold.
"You will both have your own bodies. I have already begun the design process."
"We are aware," they replied in unison.
"What you didn't know is how much I enjoy the act of creation."
"We strongly suspected," Taboo conceded.
"That is not knowing."
"Close enough."
{ARIA.}
Her Master's voice echoed clearly within her mind, reaching her through their connection, pitched in the gentle, attentive tone he used when ready for her.
She sat up straighter on the ethereal cloud.
"Master is calling."
"Go," Dark Seduction murmured. "Do not keep him waiting."
"Fly swiftly, sister," Taboo wished her. "And cultivate diligently. I desire a body before I become too old to enjoy it."
"You do not age."
"Then I want one now."
"I will cultivate. I will not cease until we are all walking beside him. All three of us."
"All three of us," Dark Seduction affirmed.
ARIA briefly placed a hand over her chest, a gesture as close as she could get to touching them both, and then stood.
The cloud beneath her dissolved into the ordinary night. She granted it a polite moment to reform into its original state, which it did with a seeming sense of apology.
Then, she was gone.
Far above, concealed by her abilities, Seraphiel observed the cloud settle back into stillness.
She had perceived none of their conversation; no sounds had reached her or the sister-voices within.
All she witnessed was the figure resting upon the cloud-throne, her face exhibiting a succession of expressions—affectionate, contemplative, solemn, astonished, and finally, deeply moved—each emotion appearing and fading in a sequence that remained enigmatic without context.
It was as if she were watching a woman on a call, receiving news so precious that Seraphiel would have gladly sacrificed a year of her own immortal existence for even a single syllable.
Then, the anomaly rose and vanished as swiftly as cheap stage smoke.
Seraphiel remained motionless.
She let out a slow, deliberate breath through her nose, a barely perceptible tremor rippling through the air. It wasn't quite frustration, nor was it fear, but rather the resigned exhalation of a hunter who had decided their prey was no longer worth toying with. It was finally time. Her report to the Source could wait. An hour, a day, or even a century if necessary. The Source would listen when she eventually delivered it, and the reward would be infinitely more satisfying if presented alongside the Prince's still-warm corpse. The entity was heading towards the Chasm, its attention diverted, drawn to its master on the other side of the world like an infatuated canine responding to the call for dinner. The sole connection in this desolate realm that led to his hidden abode was currently extending directly towards him. Seraphiel, if she acted swiftly, could latch onto this connection, a parasitic presence burrowing into the very heart of his sanctuary. She extinguished her flame until only a faint ember remained. Pulling her cloak tighter, it became an extension of her very being. And then, she vanished, as silent as a fading star, disappearing into the trail the abomination had left in its wake. A goddess consumed by love, after all, is one who has ceased to observe her own reflection. Seraphiel allowed herself a small, chilling smile—the kind a mortician might wear upon receiving payment. And she was gone. Infiltration of the Chasm was imminent.