Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

The Vision (You) POV

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The world was in chaos. There was nothing but thunderous explosions, the deafening sound of destruction shaking the very darkened sky. Something blindingly bright was beaming down from above—merciless, unstoppable—as it obliterated everything in mere seconds along its path. Screams echoed in the distance, people running in panic, trying desperately to escape the never-ending nightmare of ruin and death.

Amidst the roaring calamity, a piercing white light cracked through the darkness overhead…

Sssslllllssshhh~

A lone figure descended—gracefully, silently—dressed in flowing, immaculate white robes, their eyes glowing with pure white brilliance.

He hovered mid-air, solemn and still, gazing over the carnage with an unreadable expression. His pure white eyes scanned the broken world, taking in the shattered lands and fallen hope, his fist tightened over the very long white spear he held… before finally locking eyes with You (The Vision).

Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming… ethereal.

Then, as if time paused for a moment, his lips moved.

“Be… careful.”

Snap!

With a crisp sound, he snapped his fingers.

White light exploded into the vision, blinding and consuming.

And just like that—

Aether’s eyes shot open, his breath slightly ragged. He blinked rapidly, trying to gather his senses, his vision spinning as he sat up slowly in the bed, sweat clinging to his skin.

“Aether?”

A gentle, familiar voice reached him.

He rubbed his eyes with a sigh, the remnants of the vision still clinging to him like a fog.

His fingers trembled slightly, and as he opened his eyes again, the world gradually came into focus. There, bathed in the faint golden light of dawn, stood Sera—her long, wet strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, a few droplets trailing down her slender neck. She was wearing her usual Archpriestess garments, though they hugged her damp body more than usual. She leaned on the edge of the bed, eyes filled with concern as they rested on him.

“You woke early?” Aether murmured, his voice still hoarse as he glanced toward the window. The sky had only just begun to lighten, soft colours bleeding across the horizon. Even the birds outside were only just starting to stir.

He turned back to her, wearing a deadpan look that made Sera flush instantly.

“Come on now…” she pouted slightly, cheeks tinted pink. “As the Archpriestess of this Empire, I do have duties, you know.”

Aether sighed, but the corners of his lips curled upward. Without another word, he reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

“Ah—Ouch~!” Sera squealed, giggling as she stumbled and fell onto his chest. Her laughter rang like wind chimes, delicate and playful. She looked up at him, pretending to glare, though her smile betrayed her. “Let me go… I have duties~” she said in a fake-serious tone.

But her tone, her body language… none of it matched her words. She made no effort to resist him.

Aether chuckled, amused by how cute she was acting. In that moment, she looked younger, more innocent, her usual divine aura softened by affection.

Unable to resist, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips—slow and gentle, like a morning whisper.

“Mmh~”

Her lips responded to his instinctively, melting into him.

“Did you have a nightmare?” she asked softly, her voice laced with worry.

Aether paused, brows furrowing. “…I’m not sure,” he confessed, voice quiet as he inwardly thought, ‘This was the first time I saw Iteration No.25 again… after everything with Celestia. He never interacted with me before… but now, he did. He spoke. I don’t know if he was talking to me or someone else… Was it a time slip? Like before?’ he thought deeply.

He exhaled slowly, his expression distant. His chest tightened with the lingering sensation from the vision, the weight of the unknown pressing on him. Something was coming. His other self had warned him.

He needed to be prepared.

“Aether?”

Sera’s hand gently cupped his cheek, her touch grounding him, pulling him out of the storm in his mind.

He blinked, smiled faintly, and tugged playfully on her cheek.

“So… how’s your body feeling now?” he asked, voice mischievous, eyes narrowing.

Sera’s lips curled into a sultry smile. “Why don’t you check for yourself~?” she teased, leaning in and pressing her breasts firmly against him.

Aether’s grin widened as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her ass closer.

“Someone’s being extra naughty today… Should I make you remember what you screamed last night?” he said, voice low and teasing, eyes trailing toward the wall… where the stain had disappeared.

Sera’s face turned bright red.

“I washed it, idiot!” she snapped, flustered beyond belief. Her voice was a mixture of embarrassment and scolding. “I can’t believe I had to clean that… The Wall behind Mother’s… arrh! And you—! You… You poured a whole load… I swear, if I end up pregnant, it’s all your fault!”

Aether’s shoulders shook with laughter.

Sera quickly looked away, then muttered darkly, “I still can’t believe you made me say those things… They were treasonous… even blasphemous against the Mother…”

Her voice trembled slightly, a mix of guilt and disbelief lingering. She bit her lower lip. “For a few moments of pleasure… I threw away everything sacred.”

Aether’s fingers gently gripped her hips, his voice dropping to a soothing whisper.

“Hey… I gave you a choice, remember? And it was you who asked for more than just a tongue… You begged for it, didn’t you~?”

He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, eyes full of seductive mischief.

Sera stared at him, deadpan… but her thighs subtly pressed together.

‘Fuck him,’ she groaned inwardly. Her heart pounded. Her body ached. Just the sight of him like that, so confident, so sinful—it made her ache between her legs.

She was falling for this man—deeper than she dared admit.

“A-Anyway…” she said quickly, trying to change the subject, though her voice betrayed her nervousness. “I’m curious about your Log… how you got those flames…”

Her tone shifted, now filled with genuine curiosity. The white flames that consumed another set of white flames… She had never seen such purity and destruction combined. It haunted her.

Aether didn’t hesitate. He opened his Log for her—though not the complete truth. He filtered out the most dangerous information, just like he did with everyone else.

Even he hadn’t properly looked at it since he seduced Xara.

And this time, he was curious to see her Desired/Origin Weapon too.

/

Name: Aether

Sex: Male

Race: ___________ [Unique Ether Bloodline + Crimson Elixir of the Null (Mutated)]

Level: 95

Title: Aether Seraphine, The Progenitor of Unknown Species, Eternal Contract to ########, The Only Holder of Ether and A Past-less, Future-less Entity, Loving Step-Father, Eternal Sovereign of Draconic Pride, Essence Devourer, Echoes of Souls, The Sole Siren’s Chosen King.

Skill Sets:

Active Skills: Absolute Freedom, Master Puppeteer: Strings of Dominion, Crimson Veil: Wrath of Dominion, Chrono Traverse, King of Woods, Blood Thirsty Berserk.

Passive Skills: Seal of Aethernal, Umbra Sanctum, Spectral Phantom, Venom Apex Resilience, Love’s Trident.

Unique Skills: Clarion Energy, Rebirth, 3 Seconds, Sacred Flames of Ethereal, Forbidden Language: 80% Comprehension.

Twin Domains: 948/788

Compatibility: 99%

[Survival rate: 89.3%] [Remaining Time: 40 days 01 hours 25 minutes 26 seconds ↓]

Affection Points: 5,998,349,950

Seduction: 6/10 :-

Stella: Error!! Unable to use due to Your Current Level

Aria Zephyr: Origin Weapon:- Twilight Eclipse

Aqualina Naiadia: Origin Weapon:- Oceanic Tempest

Helena Sunfire: Desired Weapon:- Blessed Aegis

XXX–Liora Darkfang: Dreadwolf Fenrir—XXX

Raven Noir: Origin Weapon: Draconyx Form

Xara Seraphine: None

/

‘None? What the fuck is that?’

Aether’s brows furrowed, a flicker of disbelief racing across his face. His eyes lingered on the screen, frozen on that one baffling word under Xara’s name. No weapon. Not even a mention.

‘Does that mean she doesn’t have a weapon… or something else entirely?’ he wondered, unsettled.

For a moment, he hesitated, about to demand an answer from the Log itself. But then, with a sigh of irritation, he rolled his eyes and shrugged instead.

‘Nah… forget it. Like it’s ever told me the full truth anyway. Useless as ever.’

[AI! That’s rude! 😤]

‘Huh?! Then why don’t you tell me for once, huh?’ he shot back, glaring inwardly at the voice in his head.

!~Ding~!

[❌Negative!]

Aether’s lips twitched.

There was only one explanation he could think of. If Xara didn’t have an Desired Weapon… then she was a blank card holder.

Aether shook his head inwardly, scepticism creeping in.

That couldn’t be.

She could withstand Aura, even clash against Sandra, and hold her own. That was no ordinary feat. And then he remembered—Sandra had mentioned it once, almost in passing…

‘Xara took her blood…’

And that blood had the power to grow, adapt, and mutate.

Aether narrowed his eyes.

‘Hmmm… I’ll just ask her directly’

His eyes then flicked back to Sera, who had been quietly lying against his chest, her body snug and warm against his. Her back rested on him comfortably, as she stared intently at his Log, her fingers occasionally brushing his. Her expression was blank at first… then suddenly shifted into something else.

She murmured, voice laced with astonishment, “Umbra Sanctum?”

Aether blinked. That wasn’t something he expected to catch her off guard.

“Huh?” he raised an eyebrow.

Sera slowly turned her face toward him, brows furrowed in confusion, lips parted slightly. “Aether… this name… This place—this temple we’re in… back in the ancient times, it was once known as the Umbra Sanctum.”

Aether’s eyes widened, surprised. He opened his mouth to ask something, but Sera spoke again before he could.

“And…” she whispered, voice trembling now, “Sacred Flames of Ethereal… this isn’t just some fancy flame… This is the Sacred Flame. One of the divine flames wielded only by the gods themselves…”

“…” Aether froze.

Sera’s expression paled as her own words registered fully. It was as if she herself had spoken something forbidden. Her lips quivered, her eyes wide with a mix of realisation and fear.

Without warning, she rose from his lap and kneeled before him, head lowered with reverence.

“Wait, Sera—” Aether began, trying to stop her, but she had already clasped her hands together in prayer.

Her voice trembled, filled with reverence and awe. “Oh… oh, thy Lord… Please forgive this ignorant and unworthy servant… for not recognising the divine truth that stood before me…”

She closed her eyes, breath shaking as she began to pray. Her body softly glowed with a gentle light, serene and warm.

Aether’s expression turned incredibly awkward.

“Come on, Sera… this is really unnecessary. I think you’re… mistaking something—”

But then, she opened her hands slowly, parting them like a sacred offering. A pure white light shimmered from her palms, radiating a deep, calm divinity. She stared up at him, teary-eyed but smiling.

“I offer unto you all that I am, my Lord… Every righteous act I’ve ever performed, every whispered prayer beneath the stars, every heartbeat of devotion—may it all return to you, my living god, the flame that sanctifies my soul.”

Before Aether could even react, the light gently rose from her palms and touched his forehead, flowing into him with a divine warmth.

!~Ding~!

[Twin Domains: 948/789↑]

!~Ding~!

[❗Notice: Those who revere you as the Divine Ethereal God and offer their love and worship in unwavering faith shall bestow upon you their sacred merits and accumulated virtues… Thus increase Ethereal Domain!]

‘Ah… Fuck!’

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[Author’s Note: Due to some errors with the naming of the new novel, I changed to a new one… give it a try, guys and tell me what you think of it!

Fate To Fake: Loved By The Fallen; Fated To Kill The Divine – Abilion – AllNovelFull]

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