Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1413  Evil Boy

"Thanks for proving my point."

"Hmph." Lilyanna sniffed, irritation bleeding through her voice even as her hands resumed their steady work. "You should watch your words. You are speaking to the only person who can save you right now."

Quinlan's grin lingered. "I am speaking with the person who will save me."

Her gaze held on him.

"Hmph… Ayame is right. The Primordial Arrogance is unmistakable. You're worse than even Malakar when he was a young boy."

Quinlan did not answer right away.

The tension that had been coiled through his body finally began to loosen as Lilyanna's power settled into a steadier rhythm. The burning pressure in his chest eased first, then the sharp tearing along his internal pathways dulled into a heavy ache. Each breath came a fraction deeper than the last. The sensation of corruption being stripped away left him hollowed out and sore, but beneath it ran a warmth that stitched him back together piece by piece.

His head sank more fully into her lap without resistance. The rigid line of his shoulders slackened as his muscles stopped fighting and simply endured. Blood still stained his lips, but it no longer bubbled there with every breath. His heart found a more stable cadence under her hand. Feeling the regret and care oozing from the Goddess allowed him to finally relax, knowing she wasn't going to hurt him.

"You really think I'm a bigger delinquent than Malakar?" Quinlan asked quietly.

His voice sounded tired now, stripped of its edge. Curious, more than anything.

"From what I've heard, that grumpy old man was a nightmare in his youth. Didn't he tear apart the male elf primordial, crippling the elven race for eternity?"

Lilyanna glanced down at him, fingers still glowing faintly against his chest. Her lips curved just a touch.

"Would you not have done worse if he had killed your lovers and children?"

Quinlan frowned. "The elf did that?"

Her smile deepened, small and distant.

"Thyra and Malakar were not matching personalities. As the father and mother of humanity, they did their duty but then dispersed, going on their separate adventures. Malakar kept a large harem of mortal women at home," Lilyanna murmured while shaking her head. "At times there were a thousand members even... He loved them openly, raised children with many of them, and protected them fiercely."

"Thyra and Malakar were not matching personalities. As the father and mother of humanity, they did their duty but then dispersed, going on their separate adventures. Malakar kept a large harem of mortal women at home," Lilyanna murmured while shaking her head. "At times there were a thousand members even... He loved them openly, raised children with many of them, and protected them fiercely."

Her gaze drifted away as she spoke, memories pulling her attention elsewhere. "The elf called them ugly, weak mortals unfit to carry a primordial's seed. He was a very proud man who believed only a primordial woman is worthy of the 'blessing.'"

Quinlan's breathing slowed as he listened.

"He attacked Malakar's home while Malakar was away exploring, fulfilling his itch for adventure. He slaughtered hundreds of women and children, going as far as tearing infants from the wombs of living women."

Her fingers tightened against Quinlan's body as she continued. "When Malakar learned what had happened, he went to the elven lands and killed the elf in front of Luminara. She did not intervene. When she learned what her primordial partner had done, she refused to even look at him and let Malakar do as he pleased."

Silence stretched between them.

"…Damn," Quinlan whispered. "Those days with primordials roaming Thalorind sound wild."

"They were, especially in the first few million years…" Lilyanna replied with a note of fondness slipping into her voice despite herself.

Then her attention returned fully to him. Two fingers rose and pinched his cheeks without warning, firm enough to be felt but careful not to hurt him.

"But as far as I'm concerned," she said, eyes narrowing with amusement, "someone is causing even more ruckus than they did back in the day."

Quinlan's lips pulled into a slow, crooked grin as he looked up at her from her lap.

"Oh?" he murmured. "Whatever could you possibly mean?"

Lilyanna's narrowed eyes sharpened further with the faint amusement draining away.

"How about you release the millions of souls you stole," she asked coldly. "You are endangering the entire ecosystem I am responsible for."

Quinlan did not look away. His voice stayed weak, but the timing was immediate.

"How about you give me the Healer class?"

Her stare turned incredulous. "I cannot believe you are still clinging to that. The Healer and Arch Priest classes are blessings. They are how I guide and protect my people. I cannot bestow them on just anyone. I told you that if you want the class, you'll need to release your slaves and repent."

"Are you saying my heart is not pure?"

She answered without hesitation. "Is that not obvious?"

His brow creased. "No."

A soft sound escaped her. It was close to a laugh. "Who is living in their little bubble now?"

Quinlan's grin deepened as warmth spread through his chest. His breath steadied. His fingers twitched. Then his eyes finally opened.

Color returned to them in full. Layers of elemental light settled back into place, no longer drowned or warped. Water's calm depth, fire's sharp edge, earth's weight, air's clarity. All present. All aligned.

For the first time since the fight, he could see her properly.

Lilyanna caught the look and straightened slightly. "Good, you're recovering fast. Be grateful."

"Now why would I do that?"

As the Goddess's eyes narrowed again, so did his. But for a different reason. "So why is that bitch not coming for you?"

Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Sel'Ashra. My plan was simple. Release the seed. Force it into you. Let her sense it and invade. While the two of you tore into each other, I would leave."

The ensuing moment of silence hit hard.

Lilyanna stared down at him, genuine shock breaking through her control. "What a devious plan!! You sold your Goddess out to a hostile outsider???!!!"

"My Goddess? Are you referring to my evil kidnapper?" Quinlan asked while nodding once.

Her grip on him loosened as she processed that. Her lips parted, then pressed together. She inhaled slowly, forcing herself back into composure.

"To answer your question… You horribly evil boy… You can think of my home as a divine dimension. Using my power over the Concept of Purity, it is cleansed of foreign influence. A suppressant. When you entered with me, the seed lost its ability to communicate outward. The gods of corruption have no idea this happened."

She met his gaze squarely. "You are lucky your attempt failed...!! Had you left the corruption inside me longer, it might have sent a signal I could not intercept."

Quinlan's smile shifted. It sharpened.

"Maybe I failed to alert that devious bitch," he said softly. "But I did not fail entirely."

Her eyes narrowed. "What?"

Quinlan lifted his intact hand. Water gathered above his palm, clear and controlled. It condensed into a smooth, crystalline surface, suspended between them like glass.

A water mirror.

Lilyanna's reflection stared back at her.

Perfect posture. Composed expression. Long hair cascaded neatly over her back and shoulders. The familiar pure, cosmic patterns traced her skin in flowing lines of light.

And then it became impossible to ignore.

Half her face bore a dark blemish. The glow there was muted and stained, the patterns warped into something uneven and wrong. Corruption lingered beneath the surface, pressed flat but unmistakable, and it reached her long, flowing hair as well. Parts of it were no longer lively and vibrant, replaced by a sickly pale color.

Lilyanna's breath caught.

Her eyes widened. Her composure shattered.

"You!!!" she began shrieking. "You defiled my body! You corrupted your goddess!"

Quinlan's grin spread wider. Satisfaction was plain on his face.

"Did I~?"