(Canon) Razziel POV Verse.1 -The meeting of the 5 sects

Razziel

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

Shaken free out from his dark thoughts. Razziel lazily moved his gaze towards the closed door. "Who is it?" his voice echoed with a slight hint of annoyance.

"It's me...sir"

The door opened and a tall Elven woman with braided jade pigtails entered inside. She carried a slightly reserved look hidden behind her framed glasses. Her clothing was the usual martial gowns which hugged onto her perk and slightly plump figure nicely. Razziel's brow slightly rose once she entered into his chambers, his eyes instinctively glued onto her bouncing breasts. She placed her two hands in front of her body, almost attempting to shield her large assets away whilst shyly avoiding eye contact with him. The corners of his mouth pulled into a smile noticing her fair cheeks slightly turning rose.

'She still remembers ay...hahaha that's right of course she remembers'

He had fond memories with Shea, wasn't it the night after her wedding when he last sucked on those lovely veal coloured nipples of hers? Razziel licked his lips whilst he reminisced on that fond memory, by instinct he ended up standing up and walking around his desk. His footsteps were measured whilst he slowly closed the gap between them both.

He saw Shea slightly flinch before taking a step back as he approached.

"S-sir...the conclave have arrived...And they are expecting you."

Razziel knew she said those things to stop him from pressing on with the lewd thoughts within his mind. But he couldn't give a single damn about those idiots right now. He was feeling a heavy knot inside of his chest, a weight on his shoulders which felt too heavy to carry. As he neared her, he wore a devious smile before he leaned against her body, pushing her backside against the closed door.

"S-s-sir...Pl-please do-"

"Shhh" he placed his finger against her lips. "You say that as if I'm forcing you? Do you mean to disgrace me by assuming that I, the great Razziel would need to **** himself onto a woman?

"N-o-n-no b-but I...I have...a hus-husband" She stammered out. Razziel gently stroked her lips before he used his finger to part them aside as he delicately slipped his finger into her mouth.

"Hmm...suck....mm...nbu..." By instinct he felt her softly sucking his finger tenderly. Her eyes began to water whilst the top of her cheeks turned slightly red.

"Hahaha you see. You can't help it. And if it makes you feel any better wasn't it I who gave your husband a high status on my personal guards detail? I allowed him to work under me which has raised his status and given you an increase in payment. Be careful with your words Shea, for I can snatch it all back at will"

"No-no p-please I'm sorry...I unde...I understand!" Without needing to be told a second time, Shea started to undress herself. Razziel couldn't hold back the lecherous smile creased against his face whilst he watched her. After she removed her yukata she only had a lace black panty on. Razziel leant down and started to suck on her erect pink nipples. He made playful bites whilst he pulled and gently twisted the other nipple delicately.

"Ah <3 Ahhh <3" Her moans were getting louder each time his tongue swirled over her nipple

"Good you're ready, we don't have long...so why don't you bend over for me.

"o-ok."

Shea walked awkwardly towards the nearest table and placed her two hands on the edge. Parting her legs aside whilst she pointed her jiggling ass towards Razziel invitingly.

"Pl-please...be gentle." She shyly spoke just about loud enough to avoid being a whisper.

Razziel snorted before he lowered his trousers and took out his throbbing member.

He spat against his hand and gently rubbed and played with Shea's sweet spot tenderly. Massaging her clitoris and playing with her wet pink folds using his free fingers, he felt her juices leaking out from her pussy.

"Nya! Ah...It...it feels good"

Razziel angled his cock and rubbed his throbbing gland against Shea's slimy pussy. He felt her slightly shiver each time his cock brushed the inside of her folds. After he teased her for a few more seconds, he lowered his hips whilst he guided his member slowly into Shea's tight and moist walls.

"AHHHH <3 <3 <3" She jolted forwards, but Razziel made sure he held her in place. The feeling of her tightness wrapped around his member felt very good today. Razziel held her by her firm hips and started to move his cock inside and out, gradually stirring it deeper each time he thrusted forward.

"Ah-ah..Mnnh...Ngu!...Ooo-ah-ah..nyaa...ngh...mhnn..."

"heheh You're trying your best to...h-hold back your moans? Well in that case...how's this."

Razziel gripped Shea's waist tighter, before he started to rock his hips with a ferocious pace, slamming his member into the tight tunnel it was buried in with quick and deep strokes. Each time his pelvis smacked against her ass Shea's moans broke free wildly.

*SMACK* AHHHHH, AHHHHHH, NYAAAAA! N-not s-so...h-hard...Someone will hear...AHHHHHH...us"

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLOP-PLOP-PLAP*

"NGGH! Shut up...tell me how does my cock feel...s-say it if you want me to k-keep looking after your...h-husband-ngh"

"NGHAHHH! AAAOOH! NHG! AHHHIHH It...Your dick...It's so...gw-gwooooood-AHHHHHIH"

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLOP-PLOP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

Razziel could feel her sleek walls tightening, he too could feel himself on the verge of reaching climax. So he increased his piston, ramming his hips firmly against her jiggling fair ass.

*SMACK-SMCK-WHAP-WHAP-PLOP-PLAP*

"OOOIIIHHHH!...AAAAAHHHHHH...GHAAAHHHHHIII!!!...CU-CUMMINGGGGG!!"

"ERGH....CUMMING!"

* SPLURTTT!..PLRRT... SPLRRR...FLOP!*

*Auhh!...ho-oh...I needed that" Razziel removed his cock covered in a mixture of Shea's juices and his semen. He took a lasting look at the shivering woman sprawled against his table. White liquid spurting and dribbling from her gaping hole. Despite the fun he had, there was still something missing.

'Damn it! I can't get Eleanor out of my mind! Fuck! I need those potions...there's no more time to waste'

"Clean yourself up and report back to Varriel. Tell him we'll be speeding up our plans. Oh...and (snig-sniff) make sure you get rid of that smell lingering in this room. I might get excited again and come for you... Heheh."

Razziel straightened his robes, combed his dark hair back before making his way down the winding stairwell which steered towards the lower floors within the inner mountain. His journey was relatively short, eventually arriving at an arch shaped brown doo, made out from rich wicker and polished redwood farmed from the Red Morning forests. He gazed emptily upon the emerald diamond shaped crest on the center of the door. He was poised to move his hands when he suddenly flinched, feeling a gathering of strong Qi's on the other side of the door.

Knowing all too well who those fellows inside were, Razziel creased a smirk before he finally raised his bearish palm and placed it gently against the green symbol. His Qi passed through the jewel, the diamond shone a brightly yellowish hue before he could hear the coiling vines begun unwrapping themselves away from the door.

The door opened and Razziel had once again arrived at this grand hall covered in rare woods and glittering crystals. The dazzling outdoor blue light walked in through the tall windows cut into shapes against the wall. There was a lot of vegetation within this hall, with looping vines and wild flowers blooming in the tall ceiling above his helm. Razziel took a curious look around this familiar place, the last time he remembered being here was when he and elders were making plans to request a coalition with the Queen of Lucien.

His eyes just so happened to trail down, where he saw very thin lines etched into the floor, in fact there were a whole host of these tiny glittering veins running along both the floors and walls.

'The Great Sect Leaders encryptions. Woven over 100's of years ago is still unmatched.' The great sect leader, the disciple to the founder of the Azure feather sect. And his martial uncle. Razziel remembered a much simpler time, a time where he thought his martial uncle was the strongest being in the entire world. Following his shadow wherever he went in order to gain some kind of insight from his legend. It was also his martial uncle who taught him how to love someone, deeply and in earnest. Like he loved his wife. A coldness returned to his heart again. He had remembered her ****.

There was a wide oval shaped table sat in the middle of the grandeurs hall. His presence was immediately felt by the seated guests sat impatiently around it. Razziel could feel a stir in their Qi's. But he wasn't a novice to these dealings. He was after all, in the presence of the five Martial Sect leaders. He purposely slowed his pace, observing the servants removing and placing new bowls of fruits and herbs in front of the seated guests.

From his left side to his right.

Vermillion Dawn's Sect Master

Aesha

Cyan Dragon Forests Sect Master

Pollux

The Jade Elephant Sect Master

Lotus

Onyx Shell Pavilion

Nemoria

Cult of violet Sabres Master

Othiel

Lotus : Ho-ho look who finally decided to grace us with his benevolent presence. If it isn't that Crazy bitch Queen's favorite Elf. HAHAHA must say these high grade herbs are a treat. Just what I needed to replenish my Qi stores after such a long journey. Ey beautiful Aesha don't you think so...here -come let me feed you some. The women in my sect like it when I feed them.

Aesha: Come near me with those fingers of yours and I'll rip your heart out and feed it to you. Oi Raz, why did you keep me waiting this long. Do you want to die first before I kill the fatty Elf?

Pollux: The Blue mountain...I must say, despite the absence of the great sect leader. It hasn't lost an ounce of its splendor. Even the women here are as beautiful as cloudless azure skies. Say! wasn't their mention of a incredibly beautiful Elf warrior who lives here?

Lotus: ARA! Now we're talking Pollux. Yes-yes where is this famed Elven hero, I've heard such tails about. Don't tell us you're keeping her all to yourself now little Razziel.

Nemoria: Fufu Lady Eleanor. I heard she was quite the fearsome warrior in her day. But of course, great women always tend to allow another man to dim their shine in the end.

Aesha : oh? do I sense a reason as to why Sect Leader Nemoria refuses to have kids of her own?

Nemoria: I'd sooner die than lost a 1/3rd of my cultivation power tending to a child. Anyhow, Chief Razziel, the only Elf with the surprising power to summon us all here today. Tell us, how are the promises you've made to us all? you know the one where you said the five sects will rule the realms? Dethroning the Mad Queen as well as conquering those lands where those half beasts roam?

Razziel creased a gentle smile in response. He gestured towards one of the Elf girls dressed in slaves uniform to fetch him his goblet.

"It's going as good as one would expect. The Queen is starting to lower her guard. As a matter of fact we have a talented Elf who will be undergoing the Gold Knight's exam. And we are expecting him to succeed which will finally bring us a step closer to understanding how the mortals wield those Holy Gears." He spoke firmly. He could see a slight tension in the air once he mentioned the mortals strongest weapon. That was to be expected of course, since the all powerful demon king and his relentless army of demons had been defeated by the mortal parties and their Gears.

Lotus: Pwah! we still fussing about that stuff. Get to the good parts Razziel. Tell us about the resources and the mortal **** women.

Both Aesha and Nemoria casted a cold glare towards the chubby Elf.

"Ahaha yes-yes. the resources? We've managed to setup a deal with the Lucien royals to supply us with 40% of their resources scavenged from Low-mid level quests and 7% of resources farmed from advance level quests. Like I promised the Azure sect will not be the only one to wet its beak."

Othiel: And yet, it is the Azure feather sect whom have been the only ones sending their students to partake in the blasphemous rituals of the mortals...no?"

Razziel felt a slight stir of dark Qi flowing once that fellow spoke. The Cult of violet Sabres had always had a tense relationship with the other sects, so Othiel's remarks were not unduly surprising. But he did raise a problem Razziel was aware they had possibly all been thinking about at one point.

"I said it before. For this to go smoothly I am willing to sacrifice my arm in order to ensure the future of us Elves. The tribes across the realms are relying on us triumphing. See this as me placing my head in the jaws of the beast for the sake of our people. Unless any one else here desires to be the one holding the dagger that stabs the mad queen in the back?" He saw their eyes shiftily glancing at one another.

Razziel knew none of them would be willing to take such a risk. Not only was this mission not guaranteed success. But the mad Queen of Lucien was said to be very formidable. Despite her young age they say her power could possibly rival one of the great sect leaders who are currently sleeping in isolation for a few 100 more years.

Othiel: Hmph! You are sweet with your words little chief. But what says your hand when the east finally discover us? You understand the veil wont hold forever?"

Pollux: Hmm he's right Razziel. As much as I admire your courage and wit, and of course the foundations of your dreams have started to bloom a prosperous future for our sects. We can't ignore the east...the martial world will arrive one day...and we must be ready.

Aesha: They have a point. I agree, you even surprised me by how deeply rooted those cunning claws of yours have penetrated the mad Queens realm. But let us not forget we will need a collective power strong enough to repel the martial world. This is why I can't help but look unfavorably to the idea of sending a portion of our most talented youths to train with the lesser mortals.

Nemoria: Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? The east sounds dangerous...but we're forgetting the current beast advancing from the north...The Elven Snow Queen.

Razziels brow furrowed. How could he forget. But he was prepared for this meeting, in truth hearing the success of the accursed potions. He wanted to brief the sect leaders on his plan to move towards the next phase. Only he didn't expect their minds to be clouded with such doubts.

He held the thin spine of his goblet and carefully lifted it to his mouth.

"Gulp-gulp...ah. You don't need to worry about the north. The next phase of my plan will not only sort out that problem...for good. But it'll also increase our manpower by 50%....hehe I urge you all to stay grounded with our dream. For it is our...and not my own."

He saw their eyes falling up him with scrutiny.

"How about this. If I can promise to subdue...n-no to solve the matter of the Elven Queen within 4 months. Will that place your hearts at ease?"

Lotus: f-five months? hahaha you mad Elf Buahaha! but ya know what...I like you. Sure I have no worries if the north is sorted

Pollux: Sigh...you are too ambitious Chief Razziel. You are young and must understand your mind is filled with madness. But...as we've said before. We will stand beside you for as long as we see fit.

Aesha: You subdue the ice queen and I'll let you fuck me in my ass

Lotus: PFFFFT!

Nemoria: Oh my...how fun...fufufu. Sure, I'll play along. You can have your way with me too...Chief Razziel.

Lotus: Now-now hold on a minute (cough-cough) why you both willing to give it up to this greenhorn. When you have a strong cultivator like myself ready to go.

Aesha: It's precisely because we don't see him completing such a take that we are offering such an incentive.

Othiel: Razziel. Five months sounds quite the tall order. But...I'll accept.

Razziel sighed inwardly, these folk were always tough to handle but he was pleased with how easily they swayed towards him. The last 8 months of him providing them with resources surely helped. And now he was ready to reveal his final play.

"Lastly. The main reason I gathered you all today was to reveal a special piece of news I managed to acquire from one of my spies, who have affiliations with the half beasts. As you know, since our great sect masters were **** into isolation due to the injuries they sustained forming the veil. The realms have been constantly facing constellations and judgements from the heavens." He saw their moods turn cold.

Aesha: Yes...go on

"Well...I have been informed by a reliable source that the recent earthquakes shaken the rode kingdom. Were actually a constellation caused by the birth of a new Nascent soul type beast. And the 5 lords of the Rode kingdom have been keeping it a secret for the longest time. My spy tells me the nascent soul type beast isn't the jackpot. But the discovery of an inheritance realm that has shaken the kingdom!"

For the first time today he saw all their faces light up, even the dead pan Othiel showed signs of a pleasant surprise.

Nemoria: My goodness a Nascent Soul level beast...and on top of that an inheritance ground. The rewards must be...

Aesha: Incredibly vast. Razziel why didn't you lead with that, I would've offered you my sweetest place as well.

Pollux: That is...interesting news to say the least Chief Razziel. Do we know how long the inheritance ground has been open for?

"Not long, and it's unlikely that the 5 lords have sent explorers yet, since they have been fighting a civil war for months now heh fucking beasts. What I do know is The beast Queen plans on visiting the mad Queen of Lucien to discuss forming a possible party from the Lucien Kingdom to aid them along the exploration.

Pollux: Good! Then you must make sure that we are the ones who drink the most from this well. When will the meeting take place?

" In 10 days. I myself plan on taking a trip to the Lucien Kingdom shortly. I'll perhaps know more details then."

Lotus: Fuck yeah! Let's send the core disciples. It's not everyday something like this pops up?

Othiel: I second that. The core disciples from our sects will be our eyes and ears

Pollux: Razziel, that young one you mentioned. The one taking the Gold ranked exam, he will lead the Core disciples coalition. Good! We shall be the ones to gain all the benefits from this exploration. Well done Chief Razziel.

Razziel was content overall with how the proceedings went. The sect leaders were too excited to stick around no matter how many times he offered them to. He understood an inheritance ground exploration consisted of a lot of preparations into the unknown. But the rewards were usually too good to be true.

Once the sect leaders had departed the hall. Razziel remained where he was seated tracing the edge of his goblet with his forefinger.

"You can come out now." He said into the open air.

*wuwuwuwu*

A shimmering figure materialized across the hall. Varriel it was, standing with his usual stiffen expression. With his two arms folded behind his back.

"So...how did it go?"

"They bought it. But they are weary which means I need too pull this off with the Ice Queen quicker than I would've expected." He replied.

"Hmm, the north can be a dangerous place. Moreso, who do you plan on using to get close enough to curse Queen Verda?"

"Oh-myself of course. With the help of a certain famous hero on our side though...which reminds me. I'll be heading to the Lucien Kingdom. Eleanor is there." Razziel couldn't stop thinking about that beautiful golden haired Elf. Her scent alone drove him mad some days. But with this perfected curse, which Elf would say no to him.

"Oh right...your son? how did it go?"

"I received word not too long ago that he has achieved the Golden Rank. Our plan draws closer."

"Hmm indeed it does..."

"Er-also...Chief...There is one other thing that was mentioned."

"Yes...go on..

"As you know this was held at the grand arena open for all eyes to see. Our spies informed us that there was also a surprising revelation at the end of the events. A certain half Elf...half mortal had suddenly raised from the dead."

Razziel dropped the goblet cradled in his hands. He felt his right arm shivering without his control. His eyes bulging as wide as saucers.

"im...impossible...Thorjen is alive?"

Razziel was sure he felt his heart shake. His mind was filled with countless dark thoughts. And he felt tension throbbing against the side of his helm. In response to that Razziel simply lowered his eyelids and fell into a gentle form of meditation. Dark thoughts started to swirl like a vortex within his mind. He was shifting and sorting and piecing things together. And after a moments of silence. His eyelids lazily flickered open again. The dark swirl of thoughts had arrived at a simple understanding. He had failed to kill the half ling. So now he must do it himself.