Nephalem Ascension: Feast of the Unholy Chapter 120: The Summoning Begins

"Alright, now you can relieve so stress on this dummy," Eva said, gesturing towards a human-shaped training dummy made of so dark, resilient wood.

The training room was a vast, circular chamber with a high dod ceiling. The walls were lined with racks of weapons, and the floor was covered in a springy, black mat that absorbed sound. In the center of the room, several training dummies were arranged in a semi-circle.

I took a deep breath, centering myself. I reached back and drew the black katana, the familiar weight of it a comforting presence in my hand. The blade humd with a silent, hungry energy.

"Let's see what you can do," Eva said, leaning against a wall, her arms crossed under her breasts. "Don't hold back."

I didn't need to be told twice.

I took a stance, ready to draw the blade in a single, swift motion. My mind cleared, all thoughts of the 'optional' room banished. All that mattered was , the sword, and the dummy.

I closed my eyes for a second, and when I opened them, the world seed to slow down. I could see every grain of the wooden dummy, every crack in the floor, every mote of dust dancing in the torchlight.

"One sword style—..." I whispered, a single, perfect technique.

My body moved on instinct. I drew the katana, the blade singing through the air with a deadly whisper. It was a fluid motion, a blur of black steel.

SHING!

"...Nightfall."

The wooden dummy didn't just split; it disintegrated. Where the black blade passed, the wood didn't splinter—it vanished, as if the katana had bitten a hole out of reality itself. A thin trail of black mist lingered in the air for a fraction of a second before being sucked back into the steel.

I stood there, frozen in my follow-through, my lungs burning as I finally let out the breath I'd been holding. The 'Devour' skill wasn't just resonating anymore; it was purring. It had tasted the essence of the target, even if that target was just enchanted wood, and it wanted more.

"Holy... Aza," Eva breathed, her usual smugness completely wiped away. She walked toward the pile of fine black ash that used to be a high-grade training golem. "That dummy was reinforced with Level 4 earth magic. It's supposed to take hits from a Master-rank warrior without more than a dent."

"I barely felt it," I muttered, looking at the blade. It was spotless. No wood sap, no dust. It looked even darker than before, if that was even possible. "It didn't cut the wood, Eva. It... ate it."

"It's a perfect match for you," she said, a new spark of pride—and maybe a hint of predatory hunger—flickering in her eyes. "But don't get too cocky. A sword is just a tool. Your real power is still between your legs."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Hehehe..." Eva laughed, flashing that smug grin of hers. "You say that, but your pussy just twitched."

I glared at her, but there was no heat in it. She was right. Damn her.

The black katana in my hand was... perfect? Too perfect. It felt like a crutch. A cheat code. And while I loved a good cheat code, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

I an, in my past life as a hero, I used many weapons in many different classes, and while I'm good at using them, they never felt... this right.

Even the greatsword that was forged from the dragon claw of my old ntor was a masterpiece, but still had its limits.

This blade felt as if it were the only weapon I should ever use, as if it were the only weapon that would ever matter.

That thought scared . It sounded like fate or destiny, and I've learned that those two things are just chains for people who are too scared to make their own choices.

I looked at the black katana, narrowing my eyes.

'Why do I feel like this weapon is sleeping, waiting for sothing?' I thought.

'And what happens when it wakes up?'

"Azariel," Eva's tone got serious, "you alright?"

"...Yeah," I said, shaking my head. "Just thinking."

"Thinking about how you're going to use that blade to fuck up?" Eva teased, her tail swishing behind her.

'Maybe,' I thought, but then I recalled sothing.

Swoosh! SMACK!

With a swift, fluid motion, I drew the dildo sword and smacked Eva's ass.

"FUUCK!... not fair!" Eva yelped, stumbling forward, her hands flying to her stinging cheek. But before she could launch a counterattack, I had already activated the dildo sword's magic.

"AH! H-HNGH~!" A loud, shaless moan escaped her lips as she dropped to her knees, her body trembling. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as the phantom cocks assaulted her from within.

"Heheh... do you like it?" I said, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "This is a little payback from before."

Sadly, my victory was short-lived.

"OH... Yeah... put it on maximum, Aza~..." Eva moaned, her body arching as she ground her hips against an invisible lover. "F-fill up!~"

The bitch was enjoying it too much.

'Well, she's a horny succubus, what do you expect?' I thought, feeling a little ridiculous for expecting any other reaction.

So I put the dildo sword magic on max and left the training room, leaving Eva to her own devices.

"Yesss!~ don't leave ee!~" Eva's cries echoed behind , but I ignored her.

...

Ti passed in a blur, and before I knew it, Beatrice inford that she had prepared the summoning circle.

"About bloody ti," I muttered as I stood before the grand mirror in my room. I was wearing the signature micro-bikini that all succubi seed to love, the black strips of fabric doing little to hide my enhanced curves. The black katana and the dildo sword were stored in my inventory like everything else.

I prepared everything I needed: the 'Elixirs of the Womb,' the 'Whispers of Desire' box, and a few other items I thought might co in handy.

After all, outside this realm, I'll feel the 'hunger' for lust, and these items will help .

'Let's do this.'

The mortal realm.

I had decided. The human world. It was the safest option. I wanted to test my new powers, my new form, on sothing a little less... likely to try and eat my soul for breakfast. Plus, the benefits of going to the mortal realm are great.

Beatrice drilled that into my head.

No matter what I do, I must set up an anchor in the mortal realm.

It can be anything. An object, a place, even a person, as long as there is a strong emotional connection, it will work.

It would allow to travel back and forth between the mortal realm and the Unspoken Realm without the need for a summoning contract in the future.

The perfect anchor is a person.

A mortal that will willingly beco my anchor, changing their race to 'Incubus' or 'Succubus,' becoming a part of my 'Clan.'

Anyway, that would be for later. First, I need to complete the contract and awaken my womb crest. I wasted so much experience since my level was stuck at 20. I need to break that limit.

Step. Step.

When I reached the summoning chamber, I saw that everyone was there.

Beatrice, standing at the head of the room, her purple hair cascading down her back. She was wearing a long, flowing black robe, her expression serious and focused.

Akane, standing to her left, her posture perfect, her hands clasped in front of her. She was wearing a simple, elegant white kimono, a stark contrast to the room's oppressive atmosphere.

Eva, still Eva, but she was trying to look serious. She had a smug grin on her face, her tail swishing behind her in anticipation.

"You ready, Aza?" Eva whispered as I approached. "Ready to beco a real succubus?"

"I've been a real succubus for a while now, thank you very much," I shot back, but my heart was pounding in my chest. This was it. The point of no return.

Fuck... a forr human man who beca a hermaphrodite Nephalem and now is about to get summoned to the human realm as a sex demon. If my past self could see now, he'd probably have a heart attack.

Or he might be into it, who knows.

"..."

My mind is no longer clean.

"Azariel," Beatrice's voice cut through my thoughts, her tone formal and commanding. "Are you prepared to undertake the Rite of Awakening?"

"I am," I said, my voice firm.

"Then step forward."

I walked towards the center of the room, where a massive, intricate circle was drawn on the floor. It was made of a strange, silvery tal that seed to shimr and shift in the torchlight. The lines of the circle were filled with a glowing, crimson liquid that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic beat, like a heart.

The air was thick with the sll of incense, blood, and ozone.

"I have woven the circle with the threads of desire, and bound it with the essence of the womb," Beatrice said, her voice echoing in the chamber. "It will guide you to a realm where your power will be tested, and your true potential will be revealed."

She gestured for to stand in the center of the circle.

"Stand in the center, and pull out your summoning contract," she instructed. "ntally state your desired realm, and then pour your mana into the contract."

I took a deep breath, recalling everything that happened to from the mont I awakened inside that cave to this very mont.

"Damn, it was a crazy ride," I said with a sigh.

"We all have our own stories," Beatrice said, her tone softening slightly. "Now, begin."

"Alright, let's go and fuck shit up."

...

[End of Volu One: Nephalem]

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