Shadow of the Abyss

He could feel Ren resting on his arms like a pillow, and he leaned over her, brushing her hair back to reveal her collar. She rustled, turning to him as her silvery eyes cloaked in a mist of red opened.

He smiled, baring two razor-sharp fangs. "Morning."

Not immediately answering him, Ren lifted a finger to his lips, to the fangs Altair sprouted a week ago. She had thought about them every night since she offered him her neck. And he hadn't refused.

Within the Tribe of the Ancients, those who wished for eternity would often mark the other beneath the full moon. It was an old tradition that had begun to decline with the rise of the new gods, unwilling to tie themselves down for all eternity, but Ren's Mother, Erela, and Father, Leto, had both marked each other over the Arc Moon of Desa.

Erela carried hers on her left breast while Leto was on his lower abdomen. Ren had seen it long ago, touching the feral bite marks that they'd given the other.

A little short of breath, feeling something hard twitching against her stomach, warm, like hot fire, Ren suddenly felt a sharp pain from her finger. She looked down, but before she could pull her finger away, Altair took it, tracing his tongue against her finger until not even a drop was left. Sweet as it was maddening, he beamed when the system message popped in front of his eyes.

[Fallen Moon Imperfection Physique has absorbed the blood of the Unawakened Nephilim]

He didn't see it.

As if something awoke within him, Altair sucked the blood clean from Ren's finger, turning her face red. She moaned, feeling as though he was devouring her whole. Finally, when he was done, he kissed her finger, tracing his lips against her palm, wrist, and arm in a seductive tease, sending jitters of butterflies down her abdomen. Ren's breath labored.

"Art~" she moaned, calling to him as he reached her neck, as her fingers sought to dig into his flesh. He kissed her neck, throbbing with her panicked heart, and his lips brushed over her cheeks, pausing short of her lips. His two Blood Red eyes filled with a devilish charm. Altair felt her fiery breath against his and pressed down, unable to bear it.

Ren's lips were soft and plump like soft buns, sweet as the finest wine, and enthralling as it was stimulating. Her lips made his blood boil, and his eyes became all the more predatorial.

When he broke the kiss, Ren gasped, her mind blank as warmth flooded in. She could feel his Warhammer pressed against her slit through her clothes, causing her to squirm; unknowingly, she began swaying back and forth as Altair pinned her beneath his weight.

He kissed her again, harder, unable to stop himself from gobbling her up.

"Art~ " she moaned, only to shudder as his tongue intertwined with hers. For longer than Ren could remember, Altair had had his fill before he allowed her her breath, and by then, her hair was a sprawling mess, and her nipples piercing through her fiery red dress.

"Do… Do you want me?" Ren mewled out, enamored by the charming blush over his face. She lay there aroused, unsure what he was going to do next.

Altair reached down, kissing her lips again, but softer with a more experienced touch. And then her chin, cheek, collar, and finally her neck were, he circle. He opened his mouth and, without hesitation or warning, Altair plunged his fangs into the carotid.

Pain followed by a sharp, pleasurable sensation swept through her young mind, and then... sweet, sweet ecstasy as she wrapped her legs over him. Unable to bear the Unimaginable sensation of pleasure. It was unlike anything she'd ever faced, filling her loins with an ache that sent her eyes rolling behind her head. She could feel something coming.

"Art~Art~ I'm~I'm~ Cumming~" Crying her heart out over the first orgasm, Ren jerked her hips up, slamming her tiny cunt against his cock, spewing nectar from in between her legs into the bedding as she tightened her hold over him, fearing he'd somehow vanished.

[Fallen Moon Imperfection Physique is Awakening]

[Formation of Fallen Star is commencing]

[+1 Madness]

[+1 Madness]

[Madness threshold has been reached.]

[Madness has tarnished User Origin System.]

"Ren, you are so wet, " The Prince evilly whispered beside her ear, listening to her delectably sharp gasps. It was like a symphony he wished to play, too. So much so that he felt his cock about to rupture at how hard it was. Altair licked his lips, the taste of her blood still fresh on his breath, and leaned to look deep into her moist eyes, begging him to continue.

Pleading for it to never end.  And he slid his fingers down her chest and around the tips of her breasts, circling them to toy with her body as though it were his.

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"Hmmm~" Baring her sweet, agonizing torment, unsure what was wrong with her Prince. Ren slowly began to experience her second, followed by third orgasms back to back, as he played with her tit. Unsure when he would tear off her clothing like the beast he was.

"You… Are… Mine…" He told her as the darkness suddenly swept through his vision like a flash. Altair tumbled over.

Barely able to come down from her multiple orgasms spasming through her loins, Ren touched her neck, where he bit, finding not even a droplet of blood lost. Ren felt her mind lose bits of its luster from blood loss as she closed her eyes, welcoming the darkness with a smile of satisfaction.

***

Past out beside Ren, the presence of the Vale swelled from out of Altair's pore, drawing out impurities he'd gained from his twelve years on earth. Black ooze foul as the Hells bled from his orifices, staining his bed a deep black. Before long, his skin began to peel, shedding the top layer and revealing a pristine surface of flesh without a single blemish.

Suddenly, a swelter of ancient power throbbed through the Heart of Darkness, sending ripples deep into the darkness to the Vale. A small obsidian star billowing flashed between the Prince, crowning him, carrying with it the aura of the Vale. And in the next moment, it vanished.

Altair opened his eyes, shooting himself up as he lunged to the bathroom, vomiting a geyser of black ooze. He groaned, vomiting out more into the toilet.

Name: Altair (Snow)

Mana Circle:[Second Circle 99.99%]

Physique: First Vale Star

Class: Young Prince Lv 14 → 16 [First Awakening]

Aura: Sword of the Abyss (SSS)

Strength: 23→28

Dexterity: 25 →30

Constitution: 31 →38

Wisdom: 33 →40

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Charisma: 33 →40

Mana:18 → 23

Skills: Dark Moon Blade [D], Enigmatic Step [E], Eye of Sacrilege [C], Fallen Necromancy [D], Grave of Night [D], Hands of Nirvana [E], Hellish Rebuke [F], Infernal Bane [D], Infernal Lightning [D], Rune Work [F], Vale Manipulation [F],

Passives: Soul of the Indomitable (F), Ninth Form, Aeron (F), Superior Instincts [D], Mana Manipulation [D]

Fallen Moon Imperfection

Type: Vale Physique

Effect 1: Almighty Resistance

Effect 2: Sealed

Effect 3: Sealed

Effect 4: Sealed

Effect 5: Sealed

Effect 6: Sealed

Effect 7: Sealed

Effect 8: Sealed

Effect 9: Sealed

With his head spinning, Altair rubbed his temple using the Hands of Nirvana. He sighed, enjoying the stimulating sensation of his fingertips. "I'm so hungry," He muttered when suddenly all that he'd done set his mind ablaze as he snapped up.

From out of the bathroom, he darted to Ren, to her blissful slumber, her cheeks still flush, and her lips arc into a silly smile. But on her neck, just beneath her collar, two small dots from where he sank his fangs in rested.

Unsure why he did what he did or what came over him to act that way. He could remember everything to a vivid point as if he was pulled back in time. His mind reflected everything. Her muffled moans, her pleading eyes, the sheens of sweat that tasted like fine wine, swaying over her seductive curves.

*Chhrrrrrrr

Bending down to his Warhammer, tearing through his trousers, standing like a one-man army ready to forge on ahead, a wry smile surfaced over his lips.

"Bloody Hells." He paled. "I need to enchant my clothing… this is ridiculous," he said, only to notice two pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Art…" she softly called. Her loins still aching from his touch. "You bullied Ren."

[(｡◕‿◕｡)]

A little startled by the strange system notification, Altair paid it no mind, watching Ren pull herself up. She stepped to Altair, staring up into his eyes with a peculiar glow he couldn't quite place.

"Your eye… it returned to its original color," she said, cupping his cheek, tracing her thumb beneath the right eye. And her gaze swayed to the subtle changes that made her breathing flutter like butterflies. She looked up at him as if he were a new man.

"Are you going to eat, Ren, again?" she asked, showing him her mark.

"I—"

"Altair! Open up! You have been accused of murder!" The harsh voice of Lieutenant Vincent shouted, banging on the door.

Ren stared up at Altair, awaiting his answer that would not come.

Fleeing, unsure how to answer her, Altair shouted back, "Comming." He said, hurrying to put on pants, hoping his hammer wouldn't destroy another set of clothing.

Finally, when Altair opened the door, Second Lieutenant Vincent Windell couldn't help but notice Altair rueful affluent flush. "You fucking or what? You look like—" And he peeped inside, finding no one but his pup, who leaped onto Altair's shoulders. "Guess not… wait for a second." He narrowed his eyes, noticing the large black stain on the bed.

"Did you have a breakthrough? Gods, it reaks."

"Sorry about that, Lieutenant. I had a breakthrough in my physique." Altair told him, stepping outside. "But what is this about… me killing someone?"

Vincent scratched his hazelnut-colored head, devoid of any hair. "I don't see it happening either. But a junior Luitenent is claiming you had a hand in it. We just need a statement from you… under a truth field, of course." he said, narrowing his eyes. "Oh… and Scorpio is here. They came in last night to visit you."

"Well… today just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it."