Chapter 622

Chapter 622: For Love, or For Power

Saenor adjusted Vyletongue’s magic skin and thought for a moment before answering, “There are two or three left… I don’t know what they do, Master. Without knowing their effects, I think it’s best not to carve them on myself! Better to be careful! Who knows what this Sayaad would turn into if I marked her!”

“You’re right,” Jesse said. “If you’re ready, start transferring the power now.”

“Help me pour the Mana Potion into the bowl, Master!” Saenor exclaimed. “It’s finally my time! Even though you hate me, Sayaad, remember not to fight my magic by instinct! Otherwise, it would waste Master’s time and resources finding strong casting materials to force the magic against your will—costing both time and money!”

“Only for tonight,” Molofeel smiled slightly. “Let it be for the Master’s gold.” “For the Master’s gold!”

The imp sniffed the Mana Potion Jesse poured into the bowl, dipped a finger to taste it, and Jesse saw a dark stain appear where the imp touched the liquid.

“Very good, very good.”

It raised its hands and began to chant. The runes on Vyletongue’s skin glowed brighter with purple-blue light, lighting up the whole room the same color!

This chant seemed like the one the imp used when moving the magic from the Robe of the Void, but it also felt different. Jesse had only heard it once before and couldn’t recall exactly, but this time it sounded longer, and the imp seemed more excited.

After a few lines, the pitch rose higher, until it was almost a shout. Jesse remembered the imp had passed out right after casting last time—would it fail halfway now?

Dark blue flames burst from the bowl of Mana, and Vyletongue’s skin caught fire. Molofeel shuddered and leaned on the table, but the table started to smoke…

Saenor’s eyes, head, demon horns, and hands shot out purple and green flames, his voice booming like a true demon from the Twisting Nether. Jesse last heard that voice when the imp used the summoning magic to call its own name…

The small imp, no bigger than a cat, cast a huge shadow on the wall from the bowl’s flames. It looked like a giant ghost ready to swallow everything, laughing wildly. Meanwhile, all Molofeel’s runes burned, making her seem like a helpless witch about to be burned alive… able only to struggle and scream.

Soon, her screams were drowned out by the imp’s chants in the tight practice room…

The roar made Jesse cover his ears. When he looked back at the room’s center, the table was burned to ash. Molofeel stood in the ashes, her black hooves holding up a taller body. Bathed in purple-blue magic light, Jesse thought she was nearly as tall as him.

As the runes’ fire faded, Jesse saw her horns were thicker, longer, more curved, and sharper. But her face and body looked slimmer or longer, with tighter muscles showing.

The runes stopped burning, but the purple-blue magic light still flickered, dimmer now but bright in the dark room.

“Ah…” Sayaad sighed, touching her runes. “This reminds me of serving the overlord Brutallus. But I’d rather give my soul to you than to a bloated fool, my master, Jesse Seso. From the first moment I met you, I knew I chose right. Only you can help me get back the strength the Twisting Nether stole and fill the soul I lost from dying so much… something no deluded Eredar madman could ever do.”

Jesse felt her voice had changed a bit, deeper from the strong void magic. He relaxed and teased, “I thought you became my servant just for love.”

Molofeel smiled at Jesse. “My pursuit of you… doesn’t clash with wanting you to help me regain power, Master. And getting stronger is part of the chase—a powerful servant is more likely to earn the Master’s favor.”

“A useful servant earns the Master’s favor, you foolish demon!” Saenor laughed. “Otherwise, wouldn’t the Master have thrown me back into the Twisting Nether long ago? Huh? That shows my worth!”

“Molofeel is important too,” Jesse said, sitting in a chair by the wall. “But your wings still haven’t grown back. No matter how much magic you take in, there’s no sign of them returning.”

“That has nothing to do with the Master’s shadow magic,” Molofeel said. “Those demon wings won’t come back. Brutallus may be reckless, but he’s one of the scariest Demon Lords in the Twisting Nether. His raw power matches the Annihilan King Manaroth. I was lucky my demon soul wasn’t destroyed when his fortress tore me apart.”

The succubus turned, and Jesse was amazed to see the broken bones on her back had healed into two bulging horn buds.

“Besides, dear, this is already perfect.”

Jesse nodded and dropped it. He played with the Blade of Eternal Darkness in his hand, then looked at the imp.

“By the way, you didn’t faint this time. Was enchanting Molofeel’s runes easier than enchanting my robe?”

“Give me more Soul Shards, Master! Then I can use my magic better! I told you before!” the imp said.

“You did well. I’ll give you a Soul Shard from a Centaur hero as a reward,” Jesse said.

“Great! When do we carve the rest of the runes on her?”

“You’re not worried about the risks?”

“How can that compare to Soul Shards…”

“First, find out what those runes do,” Jesse said, standing and looking at Molofeel. “Did I keep my promise this time?”

“Of course, Master.” Molofeel vanished into shadows and reappeared at the door, leaning to open it for Jesse.

“Then I’ll believe you,” Jesse said, holding the door. “Thank you, Molofeel.”