Limitless The Strongest Revenant

A thin layer of soul now connected me to Cynthia and Yvonne. Both women were smiling as if they had won the lottery. Which made no sense, considering it meant they would have to share my burden.

Phillip and Lucrecia applauded happily as the two joined my {Vassals}. They hugged each other as they smiled. I nodded proudly and noticed the time. It was now 8:00 PM. That meant Hellsgate was officially open for business.

Even though I was no longer bound by the rules of the Wraiths, I still felt that 8:00 PM was the beginning of the work day. It was probably because I always came in at 8:00 in the morning at my old job.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

'Old habits die hard.'

I was no longer human, but part of my brain was still searching for a familiar routine to guide my day. Since it seemed my adoptive parents could care less about me, my business here was done. Knowing that my girls were still with Noelle, I sent them an invitation.

'My {Kindred}, it is time to work. Do you need more time or should I come and get you?'

'My love, please go ahead, I will catch up.'

'Dearest, proceed without me. I have matters to attend to.'

'Busy, talk to you later, Possum.'

'Darling. I'm in the middle of something, let's meet later, okay?'

'Got stuff to do, honey, I'll come find you.'

'Husband, I apologize, something requires my attention. Go without me.

'Shujin, please forgive me, but I cannot go with you now.'

Their answers showed how busy they were. Somehow I felt lonely. I could go over to their side right now, but I didn't think it was necessary. The Sirens were their own people. They were my harem, but they were individuals before they were my {Kindred}.

I suppressed my displeasure and sent them affection through our link.

'I see, that is a shame. I will go after them first. Take care everyone. I love you.'

The girls replied warmly, but suddenly closed their {Kindred} link.

'Is it something they didn't wish me to know?

The {Kindred} link was an amazing thing. It allowed partners to send emotions through this Soul Bridge. As a byproduct, you would always feel the presence of your loved one, no matter the distance.

Another useful feature was that it opened your heart to another. Things you haven't even said flow naturally. I found that while it was possible to hide some things, it was quite difficult.

Like the mind readers in fiction, there was the conscious voice and the unconscious one. You could fake the former by thinking up random shit to fill your head. But the latter, as the name implies, was hard to control.

What the person worried about, thought about, and dreamed about was what the unconscious voice consisted of. Because the 2nd type was unconscious, it was more reactive than intentional. Just like people have trouble sleeping when they are worried about a problem.

'The Sirens must not have wanted me to know of their worries'

Although I felt a little hurt, I knew that couples sometimes needed some space. It wasn't important for a couple to be together all the time. It was more important to be there at the right times.

Feeling a bit lonely, I kept my side of our {Kindred} connection open and began to talk to those around me.

"Everyone, I will go to Hellsgate now. The Sirens are busy with something else. Will the rest of you stay on Earth first or come with me?"

"I will come with you, Patron."

"As will I, my lord," Cynthia added.

The monocled bastard also nodded as he declared, "As your chief adjutant, my place has always been at your side, my lord. Of course I will accompany my liege."

I then faced Lucrecia, who bowed as she spoke. "My lord, forgive me for not being able to accompany you. I will remain here to protect the Simmons. Vincent and our people have prepared our gifts for transport. Call me or Vincent and we will be ready to take them to the 24th floor."

"Thank you Lucrecia, that helps a lot. Although, what will happen to the people who drive the vehicles into Hellsgate? Won't they get sick or something?"

Phillip answered for the Deryck matriarch.

"My lord, humans who venture into Hellgate will develop a condition called soul poisoning. They will begin to hear whispers and eventually go mad. It is recommended that they first die and become reapers before entering Hellgate."

"I see. Thank you Phillip. Lucrecia. I have a task for you."

"Sir! Please give your orders, my lord, and your servant will do her utmost to fulfill them."

"Get me the data on every prison, hospital, asylum and nursing home. They will join your family as Hellsend's first enlistment."

"Um... my lord? Did I hear you right? Prison? Hospital? And even a nursing home?"

"Yes. For prisons, look for death row and life prisoners. For hospitals, look for terminal care and those with life-debilitating illnesses. For nursing homes, prioritize seniors with a history of military, law enforcement, and combat backgrounds."

"Patron, that's a bit..."

"My lord, aren't you being a little too cruel?"

"And you call me a scammer? You would practically be the devil at this point, my lord," Phillip scoffed.

I looked at the peanut gallery and smiled.

"What? The strongest regrets make the strongest {Fates}. Then wouldn't the people I listed have the highest potential? The ones who wasted away for a crime. Those who lost in the genetic lottery. Those who lived to be old and regretted their choices."

This was my answer to the need for reapers in Hellsgate. Looking for those on the brink of death could go one of two ways. They could either desperately want to live, or they could just as easily not have it in them to go any further.

When all that was needed was their consent. Why was it necessary to wait until they died?

"The devil in the legends always portrayed demons as those who tempted people to sin. For those who never had a choice, would they even care? I will guide these lost souls, and I guarantee you that these people would have the necessary regret to give birth to {Fates}."

"But none of them are dying, Patron? How will you even bring them to Hellsgate?"

Yvonne's stupid question made me smile even more as I gave her a solution.

"Oh, such things can be solved with a bullet."

Phillip, hearing my answer, started to laugh manically.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! As expected from my fucking lunatic of a boss! Brilliant! ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!"

"Stop cursing your boss you psychotic monocled bastard," I replied with a frown. Enjoy exclusive content from empire

"Come now, my lord. Since when are you the type to sweat the small stuff. HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Yvonne and Cynthia smiled wryly as they whispered.

"Girl, I think we made a mistake."

"Hush! Patron has super hearing, and it's not a mistake, Patron has always been, um... special? Right, he is special. Besides, the people will make the choice themselves, anyone. So it is not illegal."

"But still. If you put a cupcake in front of a diabetic who has been starving for a week. Most of them would eat the cupcake even if it kills them. Isn't that manipulation? What my lord intends to do is both unethical and abusive."

"Cynthia, the man pulls guns on people and shoves them in their mouths on a whim. He even shoots anyone who disagrees with him and has no qualms about killing anyone or anything. I think Patron lost all concern for ethics when he was human."

"Hmm. I guess you are right. Ah, whatever! I hope I can get a {Kindred} from somewhere! I want some love, too!" the head of the Ten Graves shouted in defeat.