Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

The primal embodiment of the lawful progenitor of the obedience in metaphysical binder, of the ninth layer of the underworld, the sole being that had been influencing the old hell with their questionable obsession with contracts.

Asmodeus.

Knowing that Damascus mentioned the lord of the ninth layer of the underworld, MF would expect her existence to be known by the great archdevil.

'I guess establishing my presence indirectly will benefit me in one way or another.'

There were a couple of interworld travelers from Neamh and to the Old Hell or Underworld in general, MF did read an article and met with one of them in the past that gave her a little hint of what was beneath the iceberg. Although the term Old Hell had been used too loosely and mortals' exploration had uncovered the real Old Hell somewhere hidden in access from Neamh.

The Underworld was vague, it was otherworldly and definitely dangerous to the mind and vessel of someone from the upper world. Only by seeing, one could start to uncover the layer of exaggeration and fairy tale.

"By the ninth where I pledge my nectar of life as a golden gift. Ignite the tinder, set the sky alight in flights of cinders, roll our bond with two new timbers to build a new form of sacredness!"

In the middle of the formation manifested a jetblack grail that was spilling luminescent red liquid. The ground became an infinite tunnel that stretched below in darkness. Both of them were floating above it.

Numerous shards of vapor shadow rose like blooming pollen. The Ouroboros maintained her straight posture with a charming smirk throughout the whole situation.

Ominous and grandiose as it was, Damascus was performing a unique form of contract that was known as the 'Abyssal Grail'. Instead of mutual symbiosis or parasitic pact with terms and clauses, the Abyssal Grail extended one side of the spectrum while maintaining on the giving front while ensuring an established loyalty between the giver, which in this case, Damascus to MF.

"Big man," Foel glanced at the giant gargoyle. Still dining like heaven, both of them were sitting with crossed legs as they watched the greater contract ceremony. "What kind of contract is that? Not disrespecting your culture in any way but everything has been more excessive than the contract I knew of."

"Madam Foel, the Abyssal Grail can tie a beneficial stable bond between the master and servant. Not only that the strong will gave their essence to the weaker side, the power that was received by the servant will be sent again to the master twice."

"My dearest didn't have any cultivation though, will it work?"

"Lord Ouroboros herself is the avatar of its primal beast, not to mention that she is a pseudo deity that will only grow as time passes. Instead of a power share, my boss will probably receive her power share in the form of blessings."

Primis listened to the whole conversation like a good child, she was surprised that the buff stone-skinned demon was also buffed in the brain. "Uncle, you look similar to a mindless raging beast but you're actually smart."

"We Gargoyles survived by being an assistant or a scouting assassin of a higher hellspawn after all."

"I would be surprised that a race like you are able to do a stealth activity and assassinate someone with that size," Foel added.

Galukh laughed. "Madam Foel, you will be surprised at how we're able to do it."

"Don't need to be surprised," Tuli acted like an aristocrat in demeanor after tasting a few cuisines that only a high class could access. "Gargoyles can stand still for thousands of years and somehow it managed to fool many to believe that they are just statues. Even though it's a common sense already"

"We Gargoyles didn't fix something that isn't broken."

Aside from the merry background. The ritual was going smoothly for the two.

The erinyes closed her eyes with a tender smile, she opened her hand and one of the black shards opened a wound on her soft palm. The blood was siphoned and woven into the surrounding elegantly before meeting with the Abyssal Grail.

The raging red liquid calmed down and it began to morph its hue into black. The liquid was simmered into the amount of a single sip. All of the pillars heightened its ominous light as the grail slowly wafted to the Ouroboros, reaching and waiting for its content to be drunk.

Damascus gestured to the Ouroboros to drink it, and both replied to each other with a sly smirk that could mean differently depending on the time and location. MF's fingers were upon the grail and with an alluring hooded gaze, she gently let the liquid pass through her lips.

'This tasted delicious actually, sour and creamy.'

Foel, who watched the gesture and expression attentively from the side, began to wonder while donning a killer stare. "Is this just me or are both of them flirting with each other?"

"They did look like they were flirting." Galukh responded.

"They're flirting," Tuli added.

"Definitely," Primis added.

"They're flirting, alright," Ki added.

MF could feel the killing intent from where she was at. 'Did I do something wrong!?'

The liquid that MF sipped had seeped into every inch of her being both soul and physical. Her veins full of 'nanobotic' blood cells were filled with the ever expanding substance that was trying to examine and appraise the 'master' of the ritual.

Like a feverish tidal wave, it filled the private dimension of the soul before getting condensed into a fewer black liquid. After the acknowledgement process was done, the remaining black liquid was reduced into an essence full of information.

Something felt wrong.

MF, with the 'Minor Overseer' ability, saw this and decided to tamper with some of the information sequences within the essence. Despite its weird and unique system, It was a little bit similar to DNA sequence so MF had no problem tinkering with it. Within the whole process of it, MF found a loophole within the system that could benefit her more than someone on the other side that came up with this ritual method.

'So smart, too smart!' MF brought out her devilish grin. 'This ritual is akin like an entity schematic extractor, because the power gets duplicated and then sent again to the performance, it's such a perfect excuse to gather information while doing absolutely nothing in seclusion!'

MF put her brain in overdrive.. Currently, she perceives the world twenty times slower than everyone.