Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 630: Inked Baddy

I moved my thumb over the inked carnage as I whispered, "You're not. We need to find a way to cope with reality before the bad thoughts eat us alive from within. Exterminating the lionkin from the face of Thalorind is how you cope with the tragic loss of your loved ones. In doing so, your brain is telling you no more innocents will have to go through the nightmare you did."

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Vex didn't respond verbally, but the way in which her tense body relaxed against mine told me all I needed to know.

I didn't press further. Instead, my hands moved to her back by gliding on her sensually smooth, flawless skin. There, my fingers brushed over the bloodstained sigil. It was a depiction of a cursed blade impaling a bleeding heart.

"This one… it's different," I mused. "It's not about servitude or vengeance, is it?"

She nodded. "A reminder. The human mind is fickle. We're all prone to corruption, no matter how righteous people might pretend to be. At the end of the day, you can only trust yourself and your family. Nothing else is guaranteed. Friends, companions, allies, subordinates, boyfriends, none can be trusted to stick with you when push comes to shove."

I let her words sink in as I traced the sigil one last time before moving up, reaching the final mark—the one at the back of her neck. Her mesmerizing hexblade eye stared back at me, as eerie as it was beautiful. Unlike the others, this one seemed… playful.

"And this?" I asked, then couldn't help but smirk. "Wait, let me guess. You had it inked on you because you think it looks cool."

She grinned as the weight of our conversation lifted immediately. "Damn right. You have no idea how awesome it looks when I'm casting my Hexblade spells."

"Wait, it reacts to your magic?"

"Hehe! Yes, all of my tattoos do. You might've seen strange, undecipherable runes embedded in objects to bolster their durability or other defenses. Often doors and walls of treasuries or rooms of important people have runes embedded into them. Only people with the Runebinder class can offer such services. However, embedding runes into inanimate objects isn't the only thing they're capable of. While my tattoos are not runes, they're magical drawings created by a Runebinder who specializes in inking human bodies and connecting her art with the mana core of her clients. She travels the country offering her services to wealthy combatants."

Once Vex was finished with her detailing, she turned to face me fully with gleaming eyes. "You like them?"

I dragged my hands over her bare skin, appreciating every story inked into her flesh. "How could I possibly not like them? They're not just fancy decorations with the sole purpose of making their attention-whore of a wearer receive more recognition from others, but are paramount parts of the woman I'm rapidly falling for, If I hadn't already."

A rare softness crossed her features before she leaned into me once again. "I didn't know you could be so romantic, you remind me of the princes from the books my mother read for me before sleeping. You're getting better at saying the right things at an alarming rate—in recent times, you didn't even insinuate the false and ridiculous idea that I'm an ancient woman."

I smirked before stroking the sides of her body, tracing her wonderful feminine shape with both hands. "What can I say? Primordials are said to be the masters of adaptability. I'm a fast learner."

"I've been curious… You don't have to reply if my questions make you uncomfortable." Vex said, turning serious. "First, were you truly 7 weeks old back when Wrinkle measured your age, and second, have you met others of your kind? Are there more primordials?"

"I was seven weeks old back then, yes. The artifact didn't malfunction. We're not born from our mother's womb but… I'll tell you later. To sum it up, we're born in our final shape, we don't grow from an embryo to an adult body." I didn't wish to relay the information about multiple gods, divinity, or my meager existence before being reborn as a primordial. Despite this awesome woman sitting in my naked lap and being rather open about her secrets, I still had some reservations about relaying all my knowledge to her and Black Fang.

"As for your second question… I'm the last primordial."

Vex must've sensed I didn't tell her everything, but she didn't press further. "Thanks for satiating my curiosity." She quickly followed it up with an adorable laugh, "It's about time your 'soul finishes its healing process', isn't it? You should leave some of me for later, overconsumption is unhealthy…"

A dejected whimper left my lips, knowing my time in heaven was about to end—I was being dragged back down to earth. In my desperation, I quickly ran my hands over her body from the tattoo on her neck to the final chain on her ankles. Before I could sneak in a return tour to the back of her neck, she clapped her hands together. "Let's get going, people."

And with that, she hopped out of my lap, not giving me a chance to protest.

We walked down the steps leading to the ground before the maids walked up to us with towels in hand. However, I gestured for them to wait.

Instead, I had the ladies surround me in a circle.

I closed my eyes, reaching inward toward the ever-burning ember nestled within me. The moment I tapped into it, a gentle heat radiated from my core. Instead of simply conjuring flames, I focused on the raw essence of fire itself—the warmth, the comfort, the life-giving heat that could just as easily sear flesh as it could soothe weary bones.

A golden aura radiated from beneath my skin as the heat steadily increased. I wasn't blasting out raw flames or igniting anything around me. No, this was controlled, refined. I was a living radiator as my body exuded gentle warmth, wrapping the ladies in a comforting atmosphere.

Aurora was the first to stretch her arms above her head, letting the warmth soak into her skin. She sighed with extreme satisfaction, "This new upgrade is simply amazing!"

"New upgrade?" Vex asked curiously as she leaned slightly into the glow.

"I was a normal Elemental Sovereign up until today. Passing my Primordial Rank-Up Mission gave me its much-improved version," I said.

"Oh… So you weren't pretending to be an Elemental Sovereign all this while," she replied lazily before a content sigh left her heavenly lips. "The fire boy was right, going back to doing missions without your presence is going to be a horrible experience."

"Master is the best!" Blossom chirped happily.

Seraphiel's amused giggling sounded next. "If this whole Devil schtick doesn't work out, you can earn good money by acting as a noble's furnace during the cold winter."

"Only a firm spanking session awaits bratty girls who dare insinuate I would work for nobles." My grunt made the elf flinch strongly, memories of our heated night must've resurfaced in her mind.

After their fronts were properly cleaned of water and nicely warmed up, the ladies turned on their heels one after the other, letting their backs enjoy the same treatment.

Eight wonderful, fully stacked bakeries welcomed my eyes as a result of their actions. Some held more abundant goods in them, but their quality was all the same—they each had only premium among premium offerings.

Once the ladies felt all nice and cozy, we dressed ourselves. It was a much-needed break from our serious affairs, but it was time for me to sober up from my lusting spree. To that end, I sent the maids home and we moved back to the makeshift hospital where the sheepkin kept healing the numerous injured combatants.

However, upon stepping in, something unexpected occurred.