Vincent's body felt a sense of emptiness after using [Anima Flare] in his true form, but he didn't want his Mother to discover his identity yet.

'Good... She managed to live.'

Thankfully, the knights fled towards the goblin capital due to their injuries after seeing the huge creature vanish. He took advantage of this moment to fly around a large mountain and collapse to the ground.

The next instant, his transformation completely reverted, leaving him on his hands and knees, now fully covered in sweat, his heart beating rapidly as he tried to recover his breath with deep, fast breaths.

He tried to move forward and stand up, but the throbbing and burning pain in his legs caused him to stumble and fall against a wooden tree.

The sharp barbs and ridges from the bark were comforting, his body covered in minor wounds from the initial blow from the leviathan, as blood trickled down his back, filled with countless small cuts and bruises.

Currently, Vincent's only concern was Ravena hoping that she managed to avoid any serious injury--with trembling hands, he felt frustrated as he couldn't put any power into them, leaning with a frustrated look, watching the rising sun.

"Although I have so much power, I have much to learn and still need to train daily."

- Defeated The Abyssal Horror Leviathan

[Wow, that was quite amazing. I never expected you to win the first encounter; unlike Asteroth, it seems your daily training and hard work are paying off!]

The moment he felt Meiya's voice sound for the first time in so long, he felt a strange feeling of regret--Vincent had spent so long living in the moment that he always neglected one or many of his women, which made him realise he needed to step up not only as a warrior but also as their an.historical

"Don't comfort me--that was only thanks to my Mother's efforts; if it were a clean one-on-one, the chances are that psychopath would have wiped the floor with me. Who was that, and why did she remind me of Asteroth...?"

[Haha, Mammon, another one of your cute and fucked up sisters!]

Meiya's response came through his mind, making him smile at her being so happy about his victory.

"I see, another daemon; this isn't the end, I guess."

[No chance, she made Asteroth look like a cute girl; there's no way she'll let you go, but probably not anytime soon. I think Mel'Zeth's kingdom will be fine now as that presence left completely.]

"Where did you go for so long?"

[Didn't you realise that strange feeling and sensation you felt because of your resonance with her curse blocked all outside interference with your spirit.... for the longest time, I've been trapped in a literal abyss of silence, only able to watch you with a small blurry image, unable to help or even speak with you.]

"It's okay; we're together again. We can talk now." He said, hoping to give her the least bit of solace.

However, her voice stopped sounding, leaving him to suffer his pain in silence.

'She's probably tired.'

Meanwhile, Ravena stood watching the Lazarus knights retreating slowly, the bloody Verda forcing herself to stand before looking at the beautiful but annoying little goblin with a smirk. The two shared a knowing now; having survived that creature, neither had the strength or ability to continue their fight.

"We won't pursue the issue; now that I've seen the actions of the mercenaries, I will report it as such; it seems that that monster had some part to play in the friction between our kingdoms."

"Ah, that crazy thing was fucked up." Ravenna cursed, her body sore as she rubbed her stomach, making sure everything was fine with her body glowing a gentle light from her mana.

'Good, everything is alright.'

"Oh? What's wrong with your stomach? Do you have cramps or something?" Amira teased as she hobbled over now; most of the women were moving towards a nearby village first to heal their wounds, also deciding to help respectfully bury the remaining goblins.

Ravena turned to the woman, glaring with a threatening look. "Get out of here. Now."

The other woman laughed, smiling brightly.

"I just wanted to know how well you recovered, Ravena. By chance, are you going to have some more kids? Let's hope they aren't stupid and short like you!" Amira teased, and although they fought like cats and dogs, these three women were similar and matched quite well.

"Hmph! Their father is amazing; wait until you meet him! You will surely want his seed yourself!"

"Ehh... any old bastard crazy enough to put his cock into a goblin isn't my type."

"Hey... what does that mean? He's young and handsome with a sexy bronze body of muscle!"

"What, you don't get it? Any man who fucks a goblin is automatically disqualified," Amira mocked, causing Verda to laugh.

"Heh... his cock is huge, you damn demon slut. One thrust, and he'd have you cumming over and over like a little bitch!"

"Shut up, midget; I'll jam my sword up your asshole!"

"Oho~ come, it's right here, you frigid whore."

Verda became a little distracted by that feeling near the moment she was devoured; for a moment, she was sure it was Vincent; she could feel her son's energy and aura... "Am I being paranoid.... do I miss him too much?"

She decided that once she returned to the capital, she would await Vincent and spend an entire week pampering him, no matter how busy she was.

Ravena then watched as the two women left with their tails between her legs, her breathing slowly recovering as she resolved the issue. For now, Amira and Verda seemed to have let the dragon issue go; instead, healing their wounded was more important.

"Let's go find darling; I can feel his aura, it's weak, but his scent is this way!"

-

"Brother won against this bitch!?" In a dark dungeon chained to the wall with countless stakes filled with fresh and rotten blood oozing down them was Asteroth.

Her eyes were dull, with one sliced apart with a blade and completely blind as it slowly healed around the knife still lodged into her eye. Thankfully, she at least left a magical image of the scenes where she fought Vincent or followed him.

Mammon was more insane than anyone realised, the most extreme of the women the [Mother] created. She liked to show off, making Asteroth feel pathetic and torturing her until she would submit as the inferior younger sister.

The wet drip of water sounded in the dark prison that contained Astaroth, her tail now a pure white, the scales completely torn off, repeatedly and now wouldn't regenerate, whether permanent or temporary; Astaroth had no idea.

Clang! Jingle!

Her arms pulled away from the wall; a slight click sounded; she had been doing this periodically for the past month, each time the water dripped to avoid the lackeys and mind slaves upstairs from noticing her attempts to flee.

'I have to leave; that insane slut will kill me! She lost to her brother; in her crazed lust, she will surely torture me again! That woman isn't a joke!'

Astaroth learned a lot from being subject to the torture and punishment from her older sister; somehow, that beating from Vincent was now something akin to pleasure in her mind as she wanted to flee, hide with her brother who could make Mammon flee.

Clang!

Finally, after one last pull with all her weakened strength, the screws deeply embedded in the wall began to jut from the hole due to long rusting and the force of the daemon princess of brute force.

"Ugh...."

The momentum of her pull caused her head to flick forward, the knife piercing deeper before it slid out; the pain was excruciating as the strange fluid leaked from her golden eyes, now with a strange cross-like pupil forming as it rapidly began to regenerate in that state, rather charming, but also eerie as her upper body fell to the ground limp, finally free as countless chains began to drop from the locks bolted to the wall.

'Now.... let's find brother.....'

Boom!

Astaroth's power exploded, no longer sealed by the strange, cursed chains, her wings busting from her back as the entire basement, formerly dark like an abyss, became brightly lit by her flames as the abyssal dragon princess managed to escape during the time Mammon was busy pleasuring herself after her defeat to Vincent.

"I'll kill you, Mammon! Brother's love is mine; he can only hit and make me bleed!"

-

"Vincent!" Ravena's emotional and soft voice sounded near the forest path.

She had been searching for almost an hour in the bushes, crumbled rocks and even fallen tree's, little cuts and bloody marks filling her small hands, the moment she reached his body found that he was just sleeping, a gentle breath coming from his lips as his body was propped against a tree.

"You fool... Why did you push yourself so far? Because of my words. Silly boy... you can't be so reckless in the future, it's not just your life."

Ravena gently caressed his tired and bloody face and body, pulling him onto her lap, the huge Vincent and small Ravena was an amusing sight, as his red hair was much shorter now, only down to his neck, her hands stroking through the glossy and sleek hair looking down on his carefree face now resting on her plump thighs.

"Just a bit... It's late, there's no need to rush... rest well... my hero, mwah."

She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, before stroking his cheeks and closing her eyes.

Today had been something insane even for her, as she thought of the colourful future her time of passion with Vincent began to play on her mind as Ravena fell into a peaceful sleep the morning sun warming their bodies.