Fleshcrafting Technomancer

Without further ado, Kilian turned heels, intent on walking out. And before the sight of his departing cohort, Urag blinked in disbelief. Would it kill the fucker to show some enthusiasm?

"Where the fuck are you going?! We're just getting started!" He bawled in his husky tone. Kilian, however, couldn't care less.

"I don't converse with lunatics," He replied without turning back. The six words threw Urag into full-blown madness, and he threw kicks at Kilian's direction—or well, attempted to.

"Lunatics? You say crazies, doofus! Fuck, who raised you? You speak like one hell of a stuck up bitch. I'd cuck you just for that!" Urag snapped, and for the first time in his life, Kilian was forced to admit that he'd come across an enemy his brain couldn't endure. Spinning 180, he strode toward Urag, daggering the imp lord with a kill-happy gaze.

"What can I say? I didn't use to speak like this, but then I met a guy I loathe who schooled me for six years, and I kinda picked it up," Kilian replied and took a swing at Urag's face.

"Wait, wait, everything is negotiable. Violence is for cucks. Fuck, violence is for c-" Urag had not finished his "plea" that Kilian's right fist sank into his nose, initiating a festival of blows that rained on Urag's punchable face for half an hour.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

By the time Kilian got his fill, Urag's thick face looked like a bloated pig rump. Admiring his artwork, Kilian nodded in approval and again turned heels.

"Wait, wait! Serious business! Serious business!" Urag called with urgency. And believing that there might indeed be more to this nonsense, Kilian turned to face him.

"You have five minutes," he stated and crossed his arms behind his back—awaiting Urag's follow up. Urag cracked his neck, cleared his throat, and raised his blood-red eyes to face Kilian.

"Hum, hum. Now listen to me. This is the time of your life, the moment you've been waiting for, the day of days. Lord Urag is giving you the talk! First, why the fuck is the temperature here so hot?! I'm a fehl, not a cheesecake! Who told you I wanted to melt? Cool your damned soul!" Urag barked his complaints. When Ashera announced she'd seal him in Kilian's soul, he'd first believed that his long-awaited opportunity for salvation had finally arrived.

Little did he expect that the damned boy's soul outperformed the world's best furnaces! For five months, he burned to no end! What did he do to deserve such treatment?

But as Urag raged, Kilian maintained a composed exterior, awaiting the five minutes deadline. Seeing that he would get no sympathy from the damned boy, Urag pursued.

"Let's make a deal, I'm gonna teach you the legendary art of Eromancy, invented 30,000 years ago by this motherfucker right here! You go catch some hoes, slap me some booty, spread the love, spread the lust, and cool this inferno!

Even if I cucked Mazdan, I didn't deserve this shit!" Urag pleaded with tearful eyes. The soul was the mirror of the self. If Kilian got rid of his burdens and learned to enjoy the pleasures of this world, his soul's shape would naturally change.

But hearing the name "Mazdan," Kilian couldn't help but blink in disbelief. Did his ears betray him?

"Mazdan, Ashera's eldest? The first of the 66 Fehl Princes. You cucked him?" Kilian couldn't help but ask. Mazdan's identity was information he'd gleaned from Jezebel across the past months. The strongest of the Fehl Prince's, Mazdan led Ashera's armies in their expansion wars and often didn't reside in his mother's court.

His status in the Fehl Plane only stood below the Overlords'. Who dared green his head? Yet, faced with Kilian's inquiry, Urag proudly stuck out his chest and flashed a broad grin. Alas, as soon as he recalled the aftermath, his eyes sank, and downcast, he sighed in helplessness.

"I snuck into the bed of one of his ladies, made her scream my name all night long. Dude walked in unannounced, and expected me to do what? I busted my nut and got the fuck out!

To save my life, her dominion kept me hidden for centuries. Never did I expect that when I'd finally get out of my golden cage, I'd stumble on you..." Urag lamented, cursing himself for not being cleverer. Obviously, he should have kept the door locked!

Kilian, however, saw the man-no, the fehl, in a new light—clasped his hands and bowed in admiration.

"Impressed, I'm impressed." In the Fehl Plane, the Overlords styled themselves "dominion." Therefore, by "her dominion," Urag referred to Ashera, the mightiest of the six Overlords.

And for Ashera to shield her son's arch-nemeses, the two undoubtedly had history.

"Ha, you finally see the light!"

"Don't misunderstand, I just respect those who know who to plow."

"That's something all right!

Okay, okay, okay! Boy, it's time we pop your cherry and teach you true magic! Don't worry, although your ass is on fire, we will manage! I will shovel the arcanum of Eromancy in your head, teach you the patterns of a few spells to get you started, and once we're more comfortable, we can have proper lectures.

Taking you as my disciple is no big deal, no need to kowtow and call me shifu!" Urag proclaimed, and while black lines contorted Kilian's forehead, esoteric words flew from Urag's mind to dive into his "disciple's."

Kilian might have no interest in seeding the wives of all the Dicks, Clarks, and Harries on his road, but that didn't prevent him from seeing the worth in Urrag's art. Magic that enabled the caster to rule through lust could change the destiny of dynasties.

…

Exiting the infernal world of his soul, Kilian's eyes opened to the sight of Lena and Jezebel intently staring at him. And though their appearances wildly differed, he couldn't help but feel that Jezebel and Urag bore some undeniable similarities.

"So, did you get a name? What kind of monstrosity did mother dearest seal in your soul?" Jezebel asked, wondering who among Ashera's many captives now served as Kilian's extra battery.

"A certain...Lord Urag," Kilian dragged the words, watching out for any change in Jezebel's figure. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh shit, that's my dad!" She exclaimed. So great was her surprise that her lips widened in an "O" shape, and she covered them in a slightly absentminded manner.

*Cough* *Cough* *Cough*

Unprepared for such a blow, Kilian broke in a coughing fit. Fortunately, he wasn't on Earth, or police would have had him quarantined for a Coronavirus test!