Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Awakening: First Vestal (2) Chapter 94: Awakening: First Vestal (2) Catherine floated, her flames mixed with Loki’s energy morphed her body.

No pain was involved in the process, only rejuvenation was present.

It felt like a cold shower after a long day of prayers, this transformation pleasured her.

“Awaken-my first Vestal!” Lucivar’s words rang inside her ears-she knew that this was the blessing she had always wanted, the blessing that would reborn her anew.

“I baptize you as Saintess of Emerald Devilry!” Blessed by the title, the flames devoured her entirely.

For a moment there, Lucivar couldn’t see Catherine’s form as she was engulfed entirely.

Her flames also turned from red to green, influenced by Loki’s powers.

Soon, the flames were extinguished in an instant and a figure fell to the ground.

Catherine landed on one knee, her body steamed with raw power.

Recovering from the surge of power that infiltrated her, she slowly stood up, displaying the stark transformation that happened to her appearance.

Lucivar squinted-the corner of his lips curled into a smile, “Now-Catherine is no longer your name.

Since you are now reborn another name is befitting,” “Morriva…

that will be your new name” He added, pleased by what he was seeing.

Upon hearing this-Catherine, or rather, Morriva smiled, “And Morriva will be my name, Sire” Compared to earlier, her appearance was now more magical.

A deep emerald color-replaced her natural, crimson eyes, boosting her gaze’s sharpness, which could make others who gazed into her uneasy.

Going down, below the corner of her eyes was a straight green line that stretched all the way to her jaw like tears.

Her Prime Fire Gem at the center of her chest also had the same color as her eyes.

Lastly-Lucivar could see a glowing mark poking from her torn clothes on her left waist.

It was the Mischief rune, surrounded by green fire that coiled to her back like a serpent.

“I feel stronger than ever, Sir Lucivar.

What happened to me?” Morriva asked.

She looked down at her body and could feel the energy pulsing inside of her was robust.

Lucivar smirked.

“I gave you a blessing, and as for the details…

it’s more fun for you to find out yourself” Just then, Gandr hissed excitedly, “Congratulations, your first Vestal is an Ascendant!” He looked at Morriva with complete adoration.

“Ascendant?

What’s an Ascendant?” Lucivar asked, confused.

Upon hearing this, Gandr shook his head, “Let me educate you on this matter” Gandr explained that like Hybrids, Vestals also have ranks depending on the method of their ascension to Vestalhood-and compatibility.

From weakest, to strongest, their ranks started from Initiate, Keeper, Ascendant, Dominion, and Harbinger.

Vestals could rise through the ranks but the starting point from each one would differ.

Just like Hybrids, talent exists here, and Morriva awakened instantly to Ascendant.

Of course, Lucivar has absolute control over a Vestal’s rank.

He could ascend them higher or demote them.

But above Keeper, the approval of the associated God is also needed on top of Lucivar’s.

Not only was she favored, by Lucivar’s power-but her path of ascension to Vestalhood, was also immaculate.

It was due to Lucivar preparing herself to become the best servant.

He was so successful that even Loki approved of Morriva and allowed her to become Ascendant.

Other than the rate of energy that a Vestal could provide Lucivar-with the higher rank they become, they also could obtain benefits for themselves.

For example-an Ascendant Vestal would have their innate power influenced by the associated God’s power, be bestowed with two abilities from Lucivar, and also unlock a celestial constitution.

In Morriva’s case, she was compatible enough to unlock Loki’s celestial constitution.

A constitution called Hereditary of Grand Magic.

Marked by the green lines below her eyes, named Cries of the Arcana.

Her magical prowess and energy reserve were greatly amplified by it.

As for the flaming Mischief rune on her waist, that is a symbol that she was Lucivar’s Vestal.

Learning about this, Lucivar was put in contemplation.

His eyes were still gazing at Morriva probingly but his mind was somewhere else.

‘Hmm…

this opens up a lot of probabilities,’ He thought deeply.

‘I need to pay attention to the person, I’m turning into a Vestal-and match them with Loki.

Fortunately, this time, Morriva is compatible with Loki.

She has fire powers and Loki excels in magic’ He didn’t expect Vestals to be more complex than servants.

But then again, this would allow the Vestals to keep up with him in terms of strength.

It would be a hassle to make new Vestals whenever his previous Vestals fall way behind.

‘Moreover, it would definitely be a waste if the Vestal is someone-like Morriva.

I invested so much in her to the point that ditching her would be a waste,’ Lucivar thought, he had already put efforts into making Morriva a blank canvas, so he was glad about this.

Gandr then hissed again, pulling Lucivar’s attention back to him.

“She is your Vestal now.

Anything she does would influence you.

If she manipulated others, you would gain more of Father’s Divine Blood.

Of course-the ratio would not be compared to if you did it on your own but still, it is a bonus-and she could only obtain Father’s Divine Blood,” Lucivar already knew this but the last part he didn’t know.

“So you meant to say, I could also make Vestals of the other Gods?” “Yes” “I thought it was only exclusive to Loki” “No.

Other than the Vestals, the benefits gained from the Mischief Panes are unique” “Each God gave me different benefits, I should’ve expected this” Lucivar reckoned the Mischief Panes is the official name for the magical mirrors, and those mirrors have two other benefits other than creating a Vestal-gaining random abilities, and also gaining an opportunity.  He knew that Loki had a lot of spells as the God of Trickster, so the benefits made sense.

‘In that case, Sutekh would give me physical benefits,’ He smiled.

‘I’m looking forward to it’ “Sir Lucivar…?

Are you talking to someone else?” “Hmm?

You could see Gandr?” Lucivar raised his gaze and found Morriva leaning towards him, curiosity behind her eyes.

He was talking to Gandr that he forgot Morriva was standing in front of him.

“Gandr?

I can’t see anyone but I could sense something on your shoulder” She replied.

Upon hearing this, Lucivar was rather surprised.

But Gandr assured Lucivar that since she was connected to Loki through him, she could also feel the supernatural.

In order to see Gandr as Lucivar did, however, she would need to be of a higher rank than Ascendant.

“Never mind that.

Come here, I’ll give you an ability,” Lucivar said, gesturing for her to come.

Morriva didn’t question him and approached.

Lucivar placed his hand on his head again before he channeled his power.

He followed Gandr’s guide and bestowed Morriva the Minor Morphing ability.

Since his breakthrough to Acolyte rank, the abilities he gained from Loki such as the Greedy Grasp, and the Minor Morphing were strengthened.

His Greedy Grasp ability experienced an increase in range while the Minor Morphing became Major Morphing.

Earlier, the long fangs and crimson wing he showed Morriva was possible because of this.

He could now morph more than the color of his eyes and face.

As his energy seeped into Morriva’s head, her mind was injected with new information.

She also experienced warmth surging in her blood as she learned the new ability.

“Use that to change your appearance to normal.

I don’t think you could hide the green lines, on your face but I reckoned you could change their color to red or something,” Once he was finished, he quickly instructed Morriva on what to do.

“Also, your eyes, chan-” “Yes, I’ll change them to my natural color.

Nobody would find me different,” She intervened.

Upon hearing this, Lucivar nodded.

Pivoting around, Morriva pointed at the proselyte outside of the church.

It wasn’t dead, it was still very much alive but was in pain from Lucivar’s strike earlier.

“What do you want me to do with that thing?” “Not referring to it as your husband anymore?” “Don’t tease me.

I renounced the Blood God thus-I am a maiden once more.

My past is the past, and I welcome the future’s light” “Good.

From now on, you’ll do well to become stronger and sacrifice others for me.

Nobody is allowed to cause you pain except for me and if someone did-you crush them.

Your life is mine and solely for mine, is that clear for you?” “Yes, I understand.

And I will do well to not disappoint you” Seeing the crooked, crazed smile donning her face, Lucivar nodded.

He was satisfied with her expression.

“As for the proselyte, torture it, humiliate it, I don’t care.

But don’t kill it until I sa-” Before Lucivar could finish his sentence, his eyes blurred and he lost his balance.

His world was spinning and before he knew it, he fell forward and lost consciousness.

…

Meanwhile, within an expansive office building donned in marble floor and walls.

A middle-aged lady wearing extravagant clothes coupled with a fur boa wrapping around her neck could be seen entering the building.

Once she stepped into the lobby-all eyes couldn’t help but turn towards her-she became the center of attention instantly.

Despite her age around her forties, she has no wrinkles as if she was in her twenties.

Her everlasting beauty enthralled everyone who caught sight of her.

A superstar.

Minding her business, her high heels echoed as she covered the floor with wide steps.

But then, as she neared the VIP lift, a woman in a formal uniform approached her.

“Madam Callista…” She greeted.

Glancing at her, the lady, Callista stopped as she recognized this woman.

“Maura?

Is there something wrong?” “Madam, do you have a moment?

It’s about your daughter, Thalia” Upon hearing this, Callista’s face instantly turned pale as worry crashed into her heart.

Her daughters are her everything, she couldn’t bear something bad happening to them.

“What happened to Thalia?” “No need to worry, madam, she’s fine” “Then what is it?

Don’t scare me like that, talk clearly” “She is infatuated with a hunter named Lucivar and I believe he’s up to no good” Callista’s expression tightened as she gestured towards the woman with her finger.

“Come talk with me in my office, I want to hear all the details” “Yes, madam.” …

It was morning.

Leandra stirred, consciousness seeping back to her.

A relentless throbbing pulsed at the base of her skull, each heartbeat a sharp reminder of the blow that had sent her-into the darkness.

Blinking against the haze, she struggled to focus, the world around her spinning in and out of clarity.

She lifted her arm to blot out the sun shining on her face.

But the sunlight woke her up instantly, forcing her to sit up with a sudden move.

Recalling what had happened, she rubbed her nape and looked around.

“Where is he?” She muttered, seeing that she was still in the midst of the people.

Not too far from her was Mirel, and he seemed to be sleeping against a wooden plank.

Finding that Lucivar was nowhere to be seen, Leandra stood up and rushed to the church.

It was the only place that came to mind for her to check.

Upon nearing the church, she gasped when she saw a massive proselyte, whimpering tiredly and surrounded by flames.

She reckoned the flames were made with magic-but she did not know who summoned the flames.

Nobody has fire prowess in their group to her knowledge.

Going around the proselyte, she entered the church that had the front part destroyed.

Scanning inside, her eyes stopped and widened, “Lucivar…?”