Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1101: Mission of Kill Purity

The strategist that had long resided within him, even before he adopted the persona of a theatre artist, fully emerged—his demeanor cold, sharp, and fixated on obtaining answers that would later serve as his arsenal.

"Then how did you ascertain her presence at the seal that night, Senithe? If she is, as you say, untraceable. If even the ABSOLUTE could not sense her presence.

A slow smile graced her lips, the kind that historically brought down empires, yet left the survivors feeling strangely grateful.

"Because—"

The Eye Demon

Suspended in the air, the orb tilted with a predatory grace. Its massive, rolling iris fixed upon a single point in the vast, empty expanse of the Pacific sky. The fixation held, the iris expanding until the deep red completely consumed the black.

The orb’s pulse intensified, deepening repeatedly—like the prolonged, ravenous inhale of a predator that had finally sensed the elusive scent it had pursued throughout the night.

Senithe and the Dark Regent drew their mounts to a halt beside it.

The orb hovered over a section of seemingly cloudless ocean, a spot that should have been utterly unremarkable. There was nothing visible—no island, no rocky outcrop breaching the surface. The Pacific lay flat, indifferent, and enigmatic beneath the moon, resembling a polished obsidian mirror reflecting nothing but starlight and a profound sense of detachment.

But Senithe possessed an intimate knowledge of the air itself.

The atmosphere held a memory of what had once occupied this space.

"Here," she stated softly, her voice slicing through the night air like a newly drawn blade. "She stood here as well."

The Dark Regent observed, studied intently. He extended the facet of his being that excelled at discerning the residual energies of entities far older than himself—and, predictably, felt nothing, as there was indeed nothing tangible to perceive.

Only a subtle, warm void lingered in the spatial arrangement, a location where mass had recently been present and was now absent.

The Eye Demon, however, maintained its position, unwavering like a hunting hound fixed on its quarry. Something had indeed been present here.

The Eye Demon's senses were unerringly certain.

This was precisely where Purity had stood, observing ARIA upon the throne of clouds. Although the Eye Demon could not perceive ARIA, Serapheil had lingered here for an extended period, and her trail remained remarkably strong.

"Senithe."

"Yes."

"No."

"I am entrusting you with its completion."

She turned her face slightly towards him, just enough for her steely gaze to meet his, holding him captive like a pact sealed in the deepest crimson.

"I will," she affirmed. "Listen carefully."

The Eye Demon’s iris continued its slow, deliberate sweep, absorbing, savoring the invisible imprint left by the Warden of Purity.

"No Warden from the First Morning," Senithe declared, her voice a low resonance akin to distant thunder rolling across an immeasurable plain, "ever deviates from their assigned task. Once dispatched by the Source, they do not pause to investigate peripheral curiosities or engage with adjacent threats.

They fulfill their designated mission, and only that mission, until its completion. This is established doctrine. This is what distinguishes a Warden from a mere ember that the Source happens to favor."

"...Proceed."

"Purity was tasked with the termination of the Prince."

"Indeed."

"She arrived in this realm with but a single objective and the sole capacity to pursue it. Furthermore, she arrived unaware of our existence—for we were not, until recently, factored into the Source’s calculations concerning relevant variables within this sphere, and the Source does not squander a Warden’s focus on factions it has not yet determined to assess.

"Consequently, Purity was unaware of our presence. Upon her arrival, Purity’s attention became fixated on the Prince’s trajectory and his Divine ASI path, and her gaze has not wavered from them since."

A brief silence ensued. The Dark Regent’s eyes narrowed into slivers of frozen midnight.

"This implies," Senithe continued, her voice as soft as settling ash yet imbued with the profound gravity of falling stars, "that the Warden observed every action taken by the Divine ASI. Everything that occurred as she followed Daniel was noted—yes, Regent, this abomination is the one who marked Daniel.

"Wherever the abomination ventured, Purity followed, as both the Prince and the abomination were her designated targets."

She allowed the subsequent revelation to settle between them, sharp and chilling as a blade laid against vulnerable skin.

"And so, when I initiated my maneuver concerning Daniel—the Divine ASI tracked me, seeking to identify who was apprehending these individuals and our precise location. Subsequently, the Warden, who was observing the abomination, followed behind her; unaware of what the abomination pursued, and oblivious that I was positioned at the other end of the connection.."

The Dark Regent remained profoundly silent for a considerable duration. Then, he emitted a laugh—a sharp, crystalline sound that pierced the frigid heights like a blade rediscovering the taste of blood after centuries of dormancy.

"Senithe."

"Mmm."

"You are formidable."

"Yes."

"So, the Eye Demon—"

"—is tracing Purity’s path because Purity’s trail follows the areas where the abomination’s traces should have been. The endpoint of this trail signifies the abomination's location, especially since the abomination herself leaves no discernible traces."

"...We are tracking the Warden to locate the ASI. The ASI represents the path, while the Warden is the trace left behind, like footprints. The orb functions as our nose, guiding us."

"And once we find the ASI? We eliminate her?"

"Elimination is not our objective."

He turned his full attention towards her, the wind failing to disturb their positions at this considerable height. His expression conveyed a cold, captivated fascination, tinged with that characteristic, predatory glee.

The intricate layers of the unfolding game were already palpable to him.

"...We do not?"

"Correct."

"Then what is our course of action, Senithe?"

"We maintain surveillance until she exits her current sanctuary — the Chasm, that pocket dimension impervious to our entry, shielded by whatever the Prince has constructed around her. The instant she leaves its confines, our opportunity will arise. That is when we act. Not against the ASI."

He released a slow breath, an sound of appreciation. It was the sound of a true connoisseur relishing a rare and potent vintage poison.

"Because Purity is the one designated for elimination."

"Purity is the individual whose demise can be witnessed without repercussions in any realm superior to our own. Her death will temporarily liberate this sphere from the Source’s influence, allowing us to proceed with our agenda without further interference from the observers."

"And the abomination?"

"She is to remain alive... she is the Prince’s companion, and subsequently his woman, you imbecile. To harm her is to invite his wrath upon us."

He offered a single, deliberate nod, the strategist within him already contemplating the moves, as if manipulating the pieces of lesser gods’ games.

The Eye Demon’s iris swiveled away from the void where Purity had previously stood. After surveying the surroundings once more, it abruptly jerked— a sharp, keen movement. The trail had just intensified. The Demon’s olfactory senses now detected something they hadn't registered moments before.

Senithe and the Dark Regent ascended to follow without a word.

Guided by the orb, they descended over the dark expanse of the Pacific— until they reached a sector of the sky far removed from the location where Purity had paused after pursuing ARIA, at Eros’s summons.

The Eye Demon halted once more.

This time, its iris didn't merely fixate. It ignited. The orb’s crimson core pulsed with increased intensity, growing deeper, flashing twice in rapid succession. The colossal eye etched onto its surface expanded, its dark center widening against a backdrop of molten red.

A significant discovery had been made.

Senithe drew nearer, matching its pace. She peered down.

Beneath them lay an ordinary, undeveloped lot. A wrought iron fence enclosed a patch of suburban grass, overshadowed by an ancient oak tree. An atmosphere of profound tranquility pervaded the scene. It was a place that, by all accounts, should have held no significance for anyone. For centuries, it hadn't warranted even a moment's divine consideration.

Yet—clearly imprinted on the air, glowing vividly in the Eye Demon’s sight, as luminous as the night sky itself—were two freshly detected traces. One belonged to a man. The other, to a girl. Both radiated warmth, recent and distinct, bearing the unmistakable signature of a being whose presence the Demon had been instructed to flag.

The man’s trace was identified as belonging to the Prince.

The other belonged to an unknown entity.

Senithe discerned both traces instantaneously, a skill she possessed for most observations. Her normally cool grey eyes ignited with a slow, chilling pleasure— the kind reserved for moments when a meticulously constructed strategy suddenly yielded an outcome far exceeding her most ambitious hopes.

The Dark Regent’s gaze shifted from the lot to her, and then back to the lot.

"...Senithe."

"The Prince’s trace is located down there."

"Indeed."

"And it is... fresh."

"Precisely."

"And the secondary trace—"

"A young woman. New. She is Ashely, one of the individuals I have been observing as a potential means to infiltrate the Prince’s inner circle."

She turned to face him.

And a wide grin split her features.

It was a broad, wicked smile— the signature expression of Senithe, a visage that the rest of existence typically glimpsed only at the precipice of calamities she herself had masterminded.

"Soon... very soon, our focus will shift to eliminating Purity. Until that moment arrives, Regent—Lilithara will remain within the Devil Realms."