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Chapter 492 New Wife
"Are you calm now?" Noah said, his face riddled with scratches, looking at Pale sitting on top of him.
"Do I look calm?" She growled, raising her arms in threatening attempts to continue her scratching session.
"I think you just like being on top of me." Noah grinned, unbothered. "I don't mind, you know. You can just ask n-!"
His words didn't finish as Pale slashed his lips with her sharp nails. His lips were sliced into splintered pieces, blood spraying, but they healed back in a heartbeat.
"I am not your equal." Pale said, her tone like daggers, then slowly got up from Noah, standing beside him and looking down on him with icy eyes. "And you will never be my equal, reality-dweller."
Noah simply shrugged. "That's a talk for another time. So?"
With his elbows pressing against the flat, energy-made surface, Noah pushed himself up, sitting back with his face spotless of any wounds. "Your decision?"
Pale stared at him for a long while, her eyes visibly hesitating over this decision. If before, with her vessel, it was not a serious problem, choosing to marry herself her true body with Noah was
something out of her wildest imagination.
She had never heard of something like this among her kind.
'Am I really going to do this?' She thought, her feet moving restlessly.
Pale cursed the fact that her current body was only a vessel, and an incomplete one at that.
If it were her true body - her full consciousness - then she would have succeeded in finding an answer, a way out of this perilous
situation.
But that was not the case, and the more she thought about it, the more her anger toward Gaia peaked to a dangerous level.
'I underestimated her because she is nothing but a young Seedling. Now here I am,' she sighed inwardly, knowing there was no need to make this process more complicated.
There was nothing more to think about. She needed the power of the Son of Emptiness. Now she could have it, and coupled with that, her vessel would be left unharmed.
In all accounts, this situation was rather profitable to her.
The only issue was the annoying, smiling, mocking face of Noah. But she could deal with that.
She just needed to teach him his place.
"I accept." Pale said, looking straight at him. "Let's start the process, if there is any."
Noah's face split into a wide grin. "Perfect!" He clapped his hands, springing up to his feet, standing an inch from Pale.
Unexpectedly, they were standing at the same height. And Noah knew she would be much taller if her vessel were complete.
Tall girl, huh... He liked it even more.
"Before we begin," Noah said, stretching out his hand in a handshake, "I would like to start again with introductions. This time, seriously."
He paused for a heartbeat, his smile now more serene and less mocking.
"I am Noah Vaelgrim. I am Brandon Imane. I am Raj Gaia." He began, Pale's eyebrows creasing in confusion. "I am fatherless - don't pity me, I like it this way - and the son of three mothers. To add, I am the Prince of this Reality."
"How do you have three mothers?" Pale asked incredulously. "With no
father? Since when are Reality-dwellers like this?"
"My biography will be for another time." Noah said, waving his hand lazily. "It's your turn."
Pale regained her focus. She didn't answer for a while before sighing in reluctant frustration.
"You can't bear the weight of my name."
"Oh? Will I die?"
"From what I have seen of you, no. But you will come close to death. And I don't want to lose the power of the Son of Emptiness by risking
it."
"Just say it." Noah said. "I have died twice. I can bear standing at its
edge."
Pale looked at him for a moment, and knowing by now how stubborn Noah could be, she relented.
She mirrored Noah, raising her hand in a handshake and clasping her cold, soft hand around his own.
He immediately felt something slither inside his body, a kind of nerve-wrecking sensation that screamed he was touching something beyond his imagination.
That made Noah feel a dangerous eagerness.
"I am known as the Pale Lady by most Seeds and my kind," Pale said,
"but my true name..."
At that moment, her appearance began to change, transmuting into something outside of Reality itself.
Noah's heart stomped against his chest like a mad, spitting, neighing horse. His eyes widened as the face of Pale peeled away, surrendering in its wake another face so stunning his legs nearly gave out.
"Fucking hell..."
<By my Husband's name...>
Pale grinned pleasantly for the first time upon seeing Noah's face before finishing her presentation.
"I am Diatah Taraji Desdomona, Member of One of the Four Ruling Races, the Desdomona."
Noah's knees slammed into the ground, his face cracking like stone, blood gushing furiously from the fractures.
The cracks spread through his entire body, pain erupting as if thunder had been unleashed inside his very veins.
Yet even then, Noah did not let go of Diatah's hand, his bleeding eyes fixed on hers in defiance.
Seeing this, Diatah crouched down, her movement causing the surrounding air to crackle on all sides. She was now at eye level with him, grinning sharply, showing rows of white teeth - so white they looked fake - adorned with bracelets made of living constellations. "Didn't I say it?" Her voice was like melting snow, yet arrogant beyond even the Primordial Sin of Pride.
She leaned dangerously close to the suffering Noah. "You are not my
equal."
Noah mirrored her grin, blood dripping from his cracking, disintegrating lips. "Nice to meet you, Diatah. I think you and I will get along rather well. Don't you think so?"
Diatah's smile deepened. "We shall see..."
She paused, then added with obvious distaste, "...husband."
"Whew. I certainly will not forget this introduction, darling. How
memorable."
Noah barked a laugh that was cut short as his throat crumbled to
dust. He finally released Diatah's hand, and something appeared
before him.
A ring. The same one all his wives wore.
He presented it to Diatah. She took it wordlessly and wore it without
any change in expression on her impossibly beautiful face.
That act sealed the pact between them. From that moment on, the
Pale Lady had a husband.
And that husband was a Reality-dweller she could kill with a
dismissive snort.
It was something no one in existence would have believed possible -
not even Diatah herself - yet here she stood, wearing a ring and
staring at her husband.
At that instant, no matter how much she disliked Noah, Diatah Taraji Desdomona had to acknowledge one thing....
"You truly are something, Noah." She said, still unable to believe she
now had a husband.
What would her family - her race - think of this?
Noah smiled. "Am I really?" He said, and just then,
<You have married Diatah Taraji Desdomona, a ******, a being outside
of Reality itself.>
<Your Records have gained one more distinction. A significant one. A never-before-seen one.>
Providence paused, then...
<You have unlocked a SubClass.> <SubClass: Primordial Husband> -End of Chapter 492-