Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith-Chapter 75: Have I Ever Not Been?

*Bang*

With a final hit from the Captain, the barrier shattered and nothing stood between his blade and Daria's chest. The Witch still had her movement spell at her feet but trying to leave did her no good as the Captain would simply persist. She had a seal prepared but there was hardly any room to cast her spell.

Daria gritted her teeth and sidestepped, hoping to at least get the blade moving away from her vital organs. The Captain chuckled darkly,

"You're not getting away!" he proclaimed and with complete control of his movement, he swung his sword at her only to have it knocked aside by a barbed Spear formed thickly with Grey Eldritch energy.

*DANNN*

As a Wraithic Spell equivalent of the Third Circle against a Fourth Star weapon wielded by a Fourth Order Knight, Evian's spell had no chance whatsoever and dissipated into deadly mist right on impact but fortunately, he had succeeded in his goal and knocked the weapon off its trajectory.

When the Captain recovered, the best he could do was cut a deep gash on Daria's side rather than stab through her ribs and puncture her organs.

"Ngh"

Pursing her lips at the pain, Daria took advantage of the Captain's hampered rhythm, kicked her movement spell into a new gear, and moved away from her opponent.

Angry to have been thwarted, the Captain frowned and looked at Evian out the corner of his eyes, practically noticing for the rest time that the rest of his squad was dead. Daria had had his absolute attention to the detriment of his subordinates.

With Wraithic Phasing, Evian closed the distance between Daria and himself.

"Are you alright?" he asked with his eyes on her wound.

"I'm fine," Daria said through clenched teeth, "The Bastard knows how to press in a fight. I hardly had room to breathe."

The Captain heard her and he glared. He had no support but he remained confident of victory as he dashed forward.

Evian put himself in front of Daria and with her as support, he made a split-second decision to stand his ground.

He summoned two more Whiron Barbed Spears and tossed them towards the Captain who knocked both aside with a quick movement of his unarmed fist right before he swung his sword at Evian's neck.

*Bam*

Daria slammed a wall of Magical energy into the Captain's arm, knocking the sword aside but he was ready and still carried on an attack by swinging a kick into Evian's ribs.

"Ack!"

*Crack!*

Evian's eyes bugged as the kick hit. His ribs immediately showed signs of fracturing and were sure to break apart the very next second but before they could, he took preemptive measures by fashioning himself a [Light Injury Health Pack] that swarmed his bones with Eldritch energy and mended them before things got worse at the cost of 50 Soul Points.

As his healing alleviated his Pain, Evian grabbed the Captain's leg to hold him in place while he summoned yet another Whiron Spear and stabbed it at him.

*Bam*

"Pitiful," the Captain said with scorn as he grabbed the shaft of the Spear before the tip could make contact with his body. With a powerful clench, he shattered the spell and moved his previously blocked sword-wielding hand to make that defining stab.

Alas, he never got the chance.

*Spf* *Spf* *Spf*

Three magical blades spun out from behind Evian, cast by Daria, and charged at the Captain forcing him to deal with them with his sword.

He managed to knock two aside but the third cut a deep gash through his shoulder.

"Ah!" he yelled not only in pain but also annoyance as the force backing the blade forced him to lean back and interrupted his already one-legged and unstable stance.

Evian saw his chance.

His grey eyes glinted as he tightened his hold on the Captain's leg and summoned his last Whiron Barbed Spear to stab it through the Man's thigh.

The barbed tip of the Spear pierced through the Captain's flesh and let loose its torturous feel by drawing the Victim's mind into a realm of pain that was constantly ridden with deathly cold.

"AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

Letting out a pained yell that surely traveled for miles, the Captain still had the presence of mind to pull his leg from Evian's hold, grab the shaft of the Spear, and shatter it with a tight angry clench.

Being at the Fourth Order, the Captain was capable, physically and Spiritually, of avoiding sure death by the Whiron Barbed Spear Spell but alas, the feeling of torture that the spell brought was inevitable. The only escape was to never get stabbed by the Spear in the first place.

As the pain wracked his body, and dulled his senses, the Captain found himself bound by magical chains cast by Daria who now stood by Evian's side. The Witch controlled the chains to pull the Captain close and while he strained to break it as he had done once before, Evian swung his sword and slashed his neck.

The Captain paused, his eyes bugged as his blood spilled. He still clung to life, as futile as that was.

Determined to reap his victim's soul and the benefits it would bring, Evian stabbed his sword through the Captain's already slashed throat and twisted until he created a gaping hole and finally set the Soul free.

When the translucent remnant of the Captain's existence finally showed itself, Evian released the handle of the sword and let it fall together with the Captain's corpse while he opened his mouth and let his meal in.

Evian's eyes lit up at the taste.

He had only ever tasted a Soul of similar quality once and that was with Koln the Arcanist. Granted, Koln's soul was a few notches tastier on account of his Spiritual enlightenment as an Arcanist, but the Larnak Captain's Soul still outclassed every other soul Evian had eaten so far.

The Captain's Soul swelled Evian's hunger and greed for same quality souls but his rational mind remained very aware that just like with Koln, he owed his skill to a Fourth Order/Circle ally.

Speaking of which;

"Sssss!"

Daria doubled over with her hand over her wound. The battle had hardly given her the time to tend to it and moving her body had aggravated it.

Evian turned around eyeing her with concern and watched as she retrieved a vial from her spatial Ring and dripped a few drops of the liquid on her wound.

"Ah!" Daria shut her eyes tightly as the wound sizzled before it stitched together enough to stop the bleeding.

"I'm sorry," Evian told her, sounding guilty for her pain.

Daria smiled up at him,

"Sorry for what?" she asked before looking over at the body of the Captain with a sword through his throat, "He's dead anyway. Well done for that by the way."

"Couldn't have done it without you," Evian told her before he stood in front of her with his back turned and hunched.

"What's this?" Daria asked, confused.

"Get on," Evian told her gently.

Daria blinked and then she chuckled,

"The wound was barely a scratch and it's healed already," she said, "I'm fine."

"Get on." Evian insisted while jerking his shoulders enticingly.

Daria paused and then put her arms around Evian's neck before hoisting herself on his back. Her gown, long as it was, fell right past her ass in a beautiful-looking trail, and then Evian's hand went under it to grab her thighs quite close to her asscheeks before standing up straight and starting on his way.

Daria liked Evian's warm hands on her body. She had felt it many times but this was intimate- a different type of intimate than they had engaged in so far. Her cheeks were a warm red as she pressed her face into Evian's back and settled into the gentle rocking of his steps.

Evian walked fast- Well, fast to an average person but slow for what had was truly capable of.

As he walked, Evian kept feeling departing souls and he had a strong feeling the majority of them were part of the Stygian Military. He avoided the battles as best as he could. Sometimes even Phasing into the ground to get past them.

"You're not taking me home," Daria noticed the further they went.

"No," Evian told her, "Not yet."

The Stygian Estate, from a first look, appeared like a den of insecurity. An air of unease was thick in the atmosphere. The feeling and dread of war ever clear on the faces of the Estate Guards even as their formation tightened in anticipation of opposition on their grounds.

"Someone is approaching!" one Guard yelled and everyone got into position.

"Hold on," said another, "That's Master Evian!"

"Young Master Evian," he called out, "You're back!"

"I am," Evan said simply.

"Hi," Daria called from his back, and without further conversation or even a chance at conversation, Evian walked into the Estate grounds while the Guards stared at him and appeared confused by Daria clinging so tightly to him.

Evian opened his room door and walked over to his bed to gently place Daria on it before he touched where she had been cut by the Captain's sword.

"I told you it was fine," Daria told him with a smile as his fingers trailed over the closed-up wound.

Evian nodded with a sigh,

"Good, good," he said he said before he cupped his hand over that spot.

Daria giggled,

"You're been so gentle."

Evian chuckled,

"Have I ever not been gentle with you?"

Daria grabbed his lapel, a lewd spark in her eyes,

"Oh, I can think of a few instances."

She pulled Evian close and planted her lips on his while tearing open his bloody clothes.

As she thrust her tongue into his mouth, she fell back on the bed and pulled him with her.

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