Chapter 35: LIL-LUCIVAR
[Daxon Smith]
[You have masked the orgasm of a sex beast]
[Mission complete]
[Nightmare curse lifted]
[Devil essence: 100%]
[Devil essence sync complete]
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[True Name: Lil-Luzivar]
[Age: 17]
[Mask Essence: 43/59 <+49>]
[<Appraisals>: Shadow Thread unlocked]
[Host life returned]
[Nightmare harem unlocked]
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Dax opened his eyes to the voice echoing inside his skull, words not merely heard but displayed upon the canvas of his mind’s eye. His chest rose slowly, breath weighed down by something far greater than exhaustion.
What surrounded him was pure darkness, endless, consuming, and absolute. Yet it did not feel empty. No, this void breathed, almost alive, whispering unseen promises into his ears.
He clenched his fists, realizing that he felt... different. Stronger. Sharper. As though each muscle, every vein, had been forged anew in a crucible of shadow and fire. A tremor of awe ran through him; he was no longer the same man who had stumbled half-broken into this abyss.
The darkness stretched without horizon, yet Dax stood upon it as though the void itself was solid beneath his feet.
He squinted, recalling the last time he had found himself in a sea of such unbroken black, which was inside the Hollow Annex. Only this time, it was different. It was not the Nexer that greeted him.
It was Lucivar.
The Devil’s silhouette materialized in the gloom, his frame glowing with the faintest luminescence, a dim silver-white that seemed to push the darkness back with disdain rather than mercy. A bird, sleek and predatory, perched upon his shoulder, its plumage glimmering faintly, as though carved from starlight.
Dax narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t yet see Lucivar’s face clearly, but he didn’t need to. He knew. That grin; sharp, mocking, and eternal, was carved there, just waiting for him to notice.
Lucivar stopped six feet away, the space between them tense, like an unspoken chord strummed in silence. Then, almost casually, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap. Snap.
The sound was sharp, merciless. It ricocheted through the void, ringing like bells struck within glass.
And then, slowly, the darkness began to melt away, dissolving like ink in water. A creeping brightness bled into the scene until both Dax and Lucivar stood inside a familiar chamber.
The queen’s room.
The air smelled faintly of candle wax, though even the flames themselves were frozen in place, their golden tongues suspended mid-flicker.
The queen was still bent over the floor, her round, glistening, massive ass raised high, her face locked in that molten expression of unholy pleasure. Her huge, soft, magnificent breast, which had fallen out of her light dress due to the impact of Stevons thrust, was still as well.
Stevon’s body was still locked within hers, motionless, locked in the tableau of their climax.
Dax could mark out his veins, and the way his muscles stood out and it left the wildest imagination clung to his mind.
It was as if the world had been paused, time held captive.
Only Dax and Lucivar were moving.
Lucivar cut a striking figure, his attire immaculate. A crisp pair of white pants tapered neatly against sharp leather shoes. Over them, a matching overcoat fell elegantly to his knees, hugging his form like it had been stitched by eternity itself.
His glow was subtle yet undeniable, radiance trapped inside a man’s frame, commanding the very air, even though it was still.
And now, in this frozen silence, Dax finally saw his face clearly. That grin; smug, devilish, victorious, was etched into every line of his expression.
"Well, well, well," Lucivar chimed, his voice smooth, resonant, and laced with an authority that bent the air itself. It was the kind of voice that tempted one to sin, velvet-lined yet heavy with damnation.
"Congratulations, Lil-Luzivar. You are now... fully the devil."
"You mean I am now fully you," Dax shot back instinctively, his words carrying defiance, though confusion roiled inside him.
His head was a storm of unanswered questions; his shifting stats, his strange ordeal, the curse he had just lifted, the queen’s orgasm, and now this. Meeting the devil face-to-face in a nightmare? And that bird, still perched smugly on Lucivar’s shoulder, now suspiciously silent, like it was pretending not to exist.
Dax exhaled, frustration simmering. He had no idea where to even begin. His mind clawed at threads, but eventually he chose to start small.
"How did you get here?" he asked, brows furrowed.
Lucivar tilted his head, a mock expression of surprise stretching across his features.
"You seem to underestimate me, Lil-Luzivar. Or have you already forgotten who I am?" He let his words drip with dark humor, his smile gleaming.
"And now you think I can’t step into a mere nightmare?"
Dax raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He had only caught onto one word that mattered.
"Lil-Luzivar?" he repeated flatly. "What the hell does that even mean?"
Lucivar smirked and strolled leisurely toward the queen’s still form, whose mouth was parted mid-moan, frozen in a moment of debauchery eternal. He brushed a hand gently over her frozen hair, his grin widening with wicked ease.
"Well," he said smoothly, "that’s your true name. It means Little Lucivar. Or, as I prefer to call it... little devil."
"Is that so?" Dax shot back with arrogance, though his pulse betrayed him.
Lucivar’s grin faded. His expression sharpened into something sterner, his steps deliberate as he turned back toward Dax.
"Listen," he began, his tone suddenly colder, and heavier, "you need to understand something. None of this... this nightmare, this test... has anything to do with being a Beyonder. This wasn’t on the list."
Dax frowned, heat rushing into his face.
"What do you mean not on the list?" He asked, very much confused.
Lucivar’s red gaze pierced him, chilling him to his marrow.
"I mean that as a Beyonder, this nightmare... this trap... was never part of your path. It was crafted by my brother, Elivar."
For the first time, Dax swore he saw something uncharacteristic flicker across Lucivar’s face. Guilt. His words carried it like smoke clinging to ash.
"I would have pulled you out sooner," Lucivar admitted, his voice low. "But I couldn’t breach his design. I couldn’t tap into the nightmare."
Dax’s brow furrowed further.
"Didn’t you just
say you could step into nightmares?" He replied, a hint of mockery in his voice.Lucivar exhaled, shaking his head.
"Yes. But this was different. My brother made it in such a way that I couldn’t enter directly. So I did what I had to do."
"And what was that?" Dax folded his arms, glaring.
"I sent Smith," Lucivar replied flatly.
"Smith?" Dax echoed, grimacing. "What, you mocking my name now?"
Lucivar chuckled faintly. "No. I meant the hawk."
"Oh."
Dax gave a bitter laugh, glancing at the bird with mockery.
"You mean that chatterbox? The thing didn’t even help me. It just kept calling everything an asshole. You could’ve named it anything else, maybe, John, Butt, whatever, but no, you went with Smith... My very own name"
Lucivar let out a dry laugh. "Well... ’asshole’ is his favorite word. But still, you wouldn’t have been able to tap into your essence or your abilities without him."
"What do you mean?" Dax asked cautiously. His face serious and mean.
Lucivar clasped his hands neatly behind his back, his posture immaculate, his words delivered with surgical calm.
"Elivar designed the nightmare in a way that it striped you of everything... leaving you as just... Dax. No essence. No Beyonder’s gift. No ability. Nothing." His grin returned faintly, spiced with amusement.
"But every lock has a key. The only way to recover fragments of your power was to tether yourself to something from the outside world that resonated with your essence. That hawk was your tether."
Dax squinted, nodding slowly as the realization sank in.
"So that’s why you sent Smith." He tapped in smartly, though the name of the bird still tasted awkward in his lips.
"Yes, Lil-Luzivar," Lucivar said smoothly. "And when I noticed my big-ass brother was starting to sniff around, I cloaked it in invisibility."
Pieces began to click. That explained why he hadn’t seen the hawk after a while—it had always been there, hidden.
"So you’re telling me," Dax said slowly, "that damn bird has been with me this whole time?"
Lucivar nodded.
It was hard to swallow, but the logic was undeniable.
Still, one truth was clear, searing through his chest like lightning. The voice in his head had told him he was poisoned. And if Elivar had orchestrated this nightmare, then Darling, the sweet, poisonous Darling, was his pawn. No... more than a pawn. His incarnate.
"Maybe her true name is Lil-Elivar," Dax muttered bitterly under his breath. Then he smirked. "Or better yet... Lil-Elivreth. Sounds girly enough. Who cares?"
The thought almost made him laugh, though the bitterness stayed sharp on his tongue.
Clearing his throat, Dax pushed the thought aside. There were bigger questions. Bigger fishes to fry.
He had more to ask, many more.