King of succubus

[...]

'I expected everything but that, who would have thought that this clone would only make a bite of the clone I had created before just teleporting them to this place?

Okay, the other was not aware of his condition, but to see this other clone believe that he defeated me, and with so much panache, I don't know what to say because I'm so disappointed with him.' Alvine mumbled in his thoughts while shaking his head, lest to get riding under his senseless thoughts.

Seeing his silence and state, Alvine sighs with nonchalance. "I am well aware, from the beginning, that you were the fiercest of the two of us and the strongest among my clones. But in the end, a fragment of the soul remains... a soul's fragment.

-A shadow, a pale copy, and finally, a fake, compared to me, who's your progenitor. - right now, let's stop with this ridiculous game and put all this in order." Alvine says these words in a deeper and more authoritarian voice than ever before with the titan.

Then, in a fraction of a nanosecond, he appeared in front of his soul fragment with a faster speed than teleportation.

But he did not take care of his shadow, but of the black mass he had invoked which was beginning to become problematic with the space of the dimension that was fragmenting under his influence.

Alvine then looks up at the dark mass while indexing it with his left index finger.

In the same second, a drop of viscous black blood leaves the tip of his index finger and flies to the black sphere like a cannon shot!

Then,

-B0000000000000MM!!!

The whole dimension trembles strongly as if a quake of several billion magnitudes, strongly compressed, suddenly detonates following the impact of his blood against the sphere.

[Universal Law of Darkness: perfect form.]

When these murmuring, but thunderous words slipped out of his mouth, the black sphere shattered, disappearing into the dust of the explosion as if it were nothing more or less than a soap bubble.

"It's your turn right now." He said while showing two more drops of his black blood.

But seeing the wrinkled face of his shadow, he raises his eyebrows.

"Just now, you said you never knew a defeat, but it's not true; it's your very first battle since your creation. The memories you have, your knowledge, this prodigious power, going up to your being... all this was created by me.

-In other words, you are no more or less a clone, like the others; shaped in my image and to whom I had granted a large part of my powers, do you understand now?" As if he didn't want to feel bitter deep inside, he gave him these explanations before also erasing it with one of his blood droplets.

During the process, the giant did not even try to move a single finger, knowing very well and more than anyone else, that he did not have the slightest escape or chance to reverse his fatal fate.

In just two seconds, the titan of several hundred meters... was no more.

But Alvine didn't stop there.

The other drop of blood that always floated around him, was then used by him.

[Arcane of time, by my supreme commandment,...I command!]

Following the command of the only real master of the dimension, the latter bends to his will and reverses time, even if the latter did not exist a second ago.

Slowly and gradually, the cells scattered and reduced to the nothingness of the titans manifested and gathered to form the cataclysmic monster that had just disappeared no more than ten seconds ago.

Again, and once again, it was the shock for him, the shadow.

[Why?]

Alvine smiles slyly at his question. "Until now and from the beginning, you were and have always been my masterpiece. Just like my clones, you had only inherited 30% of my overall power. But you managed to exceed my estimates by increasing this figure, which I thought inflexible, by ten percent more. Who am I to make a subject as interesting as you disappear?"

Alvine's words were foggy for the others, but clear for the titan. 'Basically, he wants me to be his puppet, like the others, me, the great...-

Before he finished elucidating his mind with his pride deeply buried in his soul, Alvine, who had intruded his mind without the slightest politeness, cut him off. "Do you think you're still the king? My friend, if you want to be free, create your own profile starting with a very small step."

Hearing Alvine's words, and knowing that he knew how to read his thoughts from the beginning, his face twisted with indignation.

But now knowing the unfathomable chasm that existed between their powers, he swallows and for the very first time, his pride.

Seeing his silence but always the same glow of combativeness in his eyes, Alvine snorted. 'Nothing surprising, from me. One of my goals for millennia was to extract a significant part of my shadow and create my own shadow soldier. But my attempts were all crowned with failure.

-But who would have thought that the key to this experience was longevity? He is not older than Askald, nor 99.9% of my other subordinates, but he remains at least one of the most powerful; especially now that he has become an entity similar to my other shadow soldiers. I am in heaven just thinking that my efforts have ended up bringing their prices.

-Finally, he will be able to take care of others in my absence. With him, others will live in peace and without being disturbed by others supreme being.' With this brief conclusion he made in his mind, he cancels the effects of his dimension.

[I have one last question: how did you survive my attack?]

Alvine's face wrinkled when he hears him. "Okay, I agree that you didn't understand the shit at first, but why are you showing me this funeral head even now?"

[...]

The silent and suspicious sight, Alvine's surprise turned into a shock. "Heh, even if it will damage your ego, I think you deserve to know the truth after all these efforts.

-You're fighting all this time, like a wild beast, on a clone without even knowing it. Finally, it no longer matters much, what matters now, is how to act in the face of me.

-One last thing, your attacks were just powerful enough to entertain me, not to put me in difficulty; still far from threatening my life, no, very far from reaching this goal." With these words, the two found themselves at their starting points, Alvine's room.

Just after, Alvine left the room without saying anything more or giving any instruction to his newly appeared 'host'.

In front of his door, the two giants were still there, but, they were awake.

In addition to them, Sabrina was also waiting for him.

"Master."

"Ah, I was just going to go see you with the others."

"Must I convey your message to the others?" She asks after making sure that Alvine is perfectly well.

Even if she didn't really show it, the relief that radiated from her face made Alvine a little surprised. But between them, an unwritten rule was put in place from the beginning; just like Alvine who had forbidden her to read his thoughts when he sang to her, Alvine had also understood that he had to follow this rule without Sabrina having to tell him.

Moreover, Alvine did not ask her what made her in such a good mood.

"No, it won't be necessary; let's talk a little while waiting for them to notice my presence and apply." While saying this, Alvine extends his hand to her.

Without hesitation, the latter puts her hand in his palm before being buried by a soothing and contradictory light vis-à-vis Alvine's elements.

In the second after, she found herself in a herbaceous forest, near a castle in poor condition.

But the ruined castle, even being unrecognizable to most people, Sabrina was able to identify it at a glance.

"This castle...are we on the planet of Alzania?" She asks, even though she already knows the answer.

"Indeed, this place seemed a little nostalgic to me. But the castle... is no longer the one I had known before." Alvine mumbles while looking at the ruins with nostalgia.

'I can rebuild it, but it would be like erasing part of the story. Finally, the good news is to learn that the planet has not completely disintegrated after all the assaults that had taken place there.

-It's still strange, but it seems to me that this planet had been destroyed because of the former attacks by members of the order; did Reha rebuild it?

-Perhaps it has regenerated itself under the influence of her powers? Nothing is impossible regarding the powers of this fairy.' As he mumbled in his mind, he realized that Sabrina had found a table with three chairs still intact in the external courtyard of the castle.

"Even if I don't know how much you've been able to change, and I can't say with certainty what's bothering you, I still feel that you're in a dilemma." The latter seems to want to take her role as a psychologist too seriously.

While she was talking, she showed one of the two empty chairs to Alvine; telling him to join her while smiling at him.

Without saying anything, Alvine sat in front of her while breathing deeply while his eyes were closed.

Sabrina knew this action very well. "What do you say to tell me a little more, about what bothers you?" Feeling his hesitation, Sabrina gives him a helping hand.

And it seems to work on Alvine. Even if it was strange to see him act as before when he was with Sabrina, he seemed unable to completely ignore her requests; especially taking into account the impacts that the latter had marked with a red iron in her soul.

"Well, let's say I'm speculating on a possible simple trip that might take a little longer before I return." He started with this introduction.

Sabrina remains momentarily silent, unable to deal with the subject with so little information. "To hear you, I don't feel like it's simple." She mutters, intending to know more.

But Alvine is not the type to dwell on topics of conversation, at least not with those who have his absolute confidence.

"To put it simply, this war must not take place here; otherwise the damage will be more enormous and will probably cause total destruction."

"Does it bother you that strangers die in this war? Or maybe you are afraid of facing the unknown?" Sabrina asks in a depth tone.