Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1419  Back to the Primordial Realm

Light folded back into itself.

Quinlan felt solid ground welcome him beneath his boots. The familiar pressure of the primordial realm settled around him, dense and stable. He straightened and took in his surroundings.

Almost nothing had changed.

The same primordials stood about where they had been before. It told him more clearly than any clock could that almost no time had passed. Minutes, perhaps.

That said, four absences broke the pattern.

His two mothers were gone. So were the two drows.

It did not take long to locate them.

Vaelor's voice reached him first, echoing through the open expanse with raw irritation. "Enough, crazy wenches! I told you to stop-"

The words cut off in a sharp sound as Kiryssa lunged.

She moved with open, sadistic delight, her shriek carrying clear pleasure as she drove her blade through Vaelor's torso and forced him to the ground. There was no hesitation, no restraint. She leaned into the strike and twisted, watching his body break down into motes of reforming essence.

He reassembled moments later, breath hitching as his form stabilized.

Mearie stepped in without a word. Her spear came down in a clean arc that tore through his head and scattered him again before he could even finish swearing. She withdrew the weapon calmly, posture relaxed, already waiting for him to pull himself back together.

Luminara watched the regeneration finish, eyes focused and sharp. When Vaelor's feet touched the ground again, she drove a precise blow through him that collapsed his form a third time.

"I'll kill all of you!" Vaelor rasped as he reformed again, voice fraying. "Over and over again, for ten thousand years!"

Kiryssa laughed and kicked him back down and landed another finishing blow.

Quinlan had to raise an eyebrow. He knew that many of the primordial pairs didn't consider themselves husband and wife, more so two people whose fate was aligned. They did their duty to their race many, many years ago and now felt nothing for their partner, if not outright hostility.

That was when Mearie and Luminara froze in perfect sync.

Their bodies locked mid-motion, as if a thread had pulled tight through both of them at once. Mearie's spear dipped. Luminara's ears twitched.

They turned together.

"Quinnie!"

The shout came from both throats at once.

Before Quinlan could brace, they rushed him.

Kiryssa planted her boot on Vaelor's chest as his body finished reforming and twisted the blade once more, ending his incessant cursing mid-breath. She straightened, rolling her shoulders, then glanced toward the departing pair with a wild grin.

"Guess I'll kill this bastard a few more times on my own, just for good measure," she said lightly, already raising her weapon again.

Mearie hit Quinlan first, arms wrapping around his shoulders with enough force to drive him backward. Luminara followed a heartbeat later, tackling him fully to the ground as both women clutched him with frantic urgency. Hands swept over his arms, his chest, his back, checking skin, checking breath, checking that he was real.

Quinlan let out a laugh. "Good to see you too."

"What happened? Tell us everything!" Mearie demanded.

"And where is that brat?" Luminara demanded, eyes sharp.

"She didn't dare return. She knows she'd be reprimanded very seriously."

Mearie's eyes widened. "She's dodging the consequences of her actions?"

Luminara's expression hardened. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"Truly a brat," Mearie muttered, nodding firmly.

Quinlan tilted his head. "How come she is like this after having lived for such a long time, anyhow?"

Mearie and Luminara exchanged a glance.

"Primordials walked Thalorind for a very, very long time." Mearie explained. "We lived. We fought. We failed. We lost people and rebuilt countries."

"Lilyanna only watched," Luminara continued. "From the distance of her dimension. She learned rules, systems, balances, but hasn't experienced life as we have."

"She's very old," Mearie added, "but in many ways she has experienced less of existence than even an average mortal."

Quinlan huffed softly, shaking his head. "Having to cultivate her Concept of Purity probably doesn't help. She's set up to be a hypocrite, truly."

Mearie blinked. "She told you?"

"Yep. We talked." He shrugged slightly despite being pinned. "It wasn't that bad. Truly a hypocritical brat, though."

Then he grinned deeply, extremely proud. "Actually, listen to this, mothers. This son of yours has branded the bit- I mean Lilyanna on her face. I've corrupted the Goddess!"

"???"

Both women had expressions full of shock, and they weren't alone.

The primordials present, the giants, the dwarves, the humans, the gnome - they all perked their ears. Even Kiryssa stopped murdering Vaelor to listen in.

And just like that, time passed in explanation. He went over every notable point he could remember, receiving numerous animated reactions from his two mothers.

Eventually, Mearie and Luminara kissed him on his forehead and praised their son for his bravery, then hauled him back to his feet, brushing dust from his clothes and running hands over him again, slower this time, searching for hidden damage. They found none.

Mearie's jaw tightened. "We'll deal with Lilyanna later."

"She may think she can run," Luminara said calmly, ominously, "but she's forgetting who she's dealing with. I remember exactly what happened millions of years ago. She won't hide forever."

Quinlan grinned and pulled both of them into a tight embrace. "Sure, mothers. Give the bratty Goddess a proper chiding when you can. But, for now, let's move on."

They looked down at him.

"I want to start my primordial trial soon. Can I bring the girls back out? I was thinking they could stay here while I'm undergoing it."

Mearie's face lit up immediately.

"Good idea!"

Luminara nodded, smiling excitedly. "Bring them out!"

Quinlan did just that. One after the other, the ladies left his soul realm.

Quinlan received many hugs and kisses, because his girls were deathly worried for him.

The Goddess received many unladylike phrases sent her way; the girls who treated her like an omnipotent being these days felt their respect levels drop alarmingly quickly.

No one gets to kidnap their husband and get off scot-free!

While enjoying the many hugs and kisses of his amazing lovers, Quinlan felt Hanae, the human primordial, walk up to him.

She stopped a short distance away, hands folded in front of her, posture straight in the way only a veteran warrior managed without thinking about it. The human primordial's eyes followed the women clustered around Quinlan, then drifted past them, searching.

"Is the poor child not coming back?" she asked quietly. Her tone was sad and dejected.

Quinlan turned to her, one brow lifting. Coming from a woman who could cut through armies without changing her breathing, the softness caught him off guard. However, he did not comment on it. Instead, he reached inward.

His awareness slid into his soul realm.

He found her quickly.

Black Fang sat cross-legged at the peak of a jagged mountain. Wind rolled across the stone in steady currents, tugging at her dark hair as it spilled forward and hid most of her face. Purple serpent tattoos traced along her arms, shoulders, thighs, and collarbone, their patterns alive with slow, pulsing light. Each glow followed the rhythm of her breathing, measured and controlled.

She looked carved into the landscape rather than placed within it.

"Are you not coming?" Quinlan asked.

Her reply came without hesitation. "No."

He smiled faintly. "Come on."

"I will wait here."