ALL NOVEL Chapter 92: Fighting Soul
"Your will and soul strength have grown greatly" Blake said to Rehabab giving him an idea of what to search for, a vigilant Blake noticing the bit of shock that flashed in Lena's eyes.
Rehabab went silent for a while, his mana activity drastically reducing and then suddenly he burst out with a powerful presence, one reminiscence of Lena but far weaker.
Rehabab's outburst of what Blake felt could be termed soul power led to a pressure falling all around them and he was just about to speak to the demon when he burst out laughing and then he turned to him and bowed.
"I am eternally in your debt my Lord, though if you had told me you could offer such power right from the onset, I would have probably long kneeled to you"
"There is not much worry, you are my subordinate and it is only right I help you grow, but tell me what has you so excited, I'm quite ignorant on many aspects of cultivation."
Rehabab was at first taken aback, suspicious that Blake was just kidding and then he nodded his head and spoke.
"Though comprehension is a powerful determiner of one's strength in the upper orders and also a limit, the strength of one's soul is a greater limiter and also a trump card.
When one's soul becomes strong enough, it evolves into a fighter soul and this a kind of soul only typically found in orders above the fifth, yet here I am possessing it."
"Hmm, you said it's a limiter, how does that work."
"Though I don't have the full details, but from what I know, the ranks after the fifth rank require one to have a fighting soul to advance and with there being no popular wide method to increase soul power, that order is most times the end of cultivation for numerous people."
"You mean sixth-order beings?" Blake asked.
"Yes, but the thing is that depending on the place and culture, the sixth order is referred to by different names, after all, it is the last order of the mortal realm, the order one needs to break past to enter the unbound realm. In most worlds, it is the ruling order."
Absorbing the new information, Blake realized how beneficial a source of information Rehabab was to him even though limited since he wasn't from this world and didn't know its settings.
Looking at Lena, Blake decided to poke around a little, not minding Lena's presence.
"Have you heard of the Harbinger of Death?"
"No, My lord"
"What about Walker of the Underworld."
"Yes," Rehabab answered after some seconds his eyes going to Lena who was gripped in Blake's hand tight and widening, the demon quick to connect the dots.
"The walker of the dead has uncertain origins, but what is known is that she was once married to one of the rulers of hell, the lord of pride precisely.
She descended from hell to the underworld where she seduced two emperors with her beauty and after a few years killed them and wiped out their armies."
"Okay," Blake simply said, a brutal plan for the Wraith forming in his head as he updated her threat level.
"Rehabab go close that rift, and when you're done, bring me the body of the female commander, there should be some wealth to salvage off her."
Blake's reason for bringing Hannah's body had nothing with salvaging because Blake didn't want to risk Lena learning his plan for her, he said this instead.
"Yes, my lord"
As Rehabab left, Blake sighed in his heart as he felt relieved at the fact that truly Rehabab had become his eternal servant, the demon not even aware that his casual decision to serve Blake had made him an eternal servant.
Rehabab was not even aware that his personality had begun changing since he got up from his knees.
"That's some deadly ability you have there," Lena said, the teary and frightened look in her eyes gone, her haughty and arrogant expression back.
"You seem quite relaxed about your situation."
"Because I know you won't kill me, you're a greedy man Blake, and something tells me you would rather make use of me than see me go to waste."
"Perhaps."
"Don't be shy honey," all great men started out like you.
Rather than stupidly be in self-denial, Blake accepted that just like Lena had said, he had a large appetite and with the success of Rehabab, he now wanted her under his thumb.
"Open your mouth" Blake said but Lena snarled.
"When I was just your normal everyday woman who had no strength but sincerely loved you, you used me and then killed me when you felt I was a burden.
Now that I possess great power, you want me to bow and surrender myself to you. Just what do you think I am, some whore you can throw and pick as you wish"
"I really don't care what you are Lena, what I care about is that you are useful and whether you will be my whore, meat shield or sword will be up to me.
Now if you don't want me to crush your neck and take you to a world of pain, open your mouth."
**Blakes's split Consciousness******
When Blake appeared in the world of darkness for the second time today, he didn't rush to get a word out of Lena, he calmly stood facing the woman watching her and waiting for the attack that was soon to come, one of his goals being to spend as much time as he could here.
Lena was a sure over thousands of years old entity, and there was no way Blake was going to believe that such an entity would just casually be ready to give up her freedom especially since unlike Rehabab who thought that he was just changing loyalties and being bounded by some few rules she had actually got to see the submissive dog he had been turned into.
"Aren't you going to say something? "Lena asked.
Standing opposite Blake the black tight gown with a slit that started from the hips and went down revealing Lena's well-toned legs was quite eye-catching and then there was the long hair which reached all the way to her curvy hips and had turned white, this giving her a ravishing look that would draw any eyes.
Though Blake had initially been surprised by Lena's look, he pushed the issue of how she had got to look like that away figuring it had something to do with how the woman mentally saw herself, this thought of his born from his ignorance of the concept of a soul space, and unfortunately for Blake, Lena picked up on it.
"You know Blake, you are a jar of cosmic complexities. How you can have the most complex and stunning of abilities yet still be ignorant of the commonest of knowledge baffles me.
If you didn't know, this is a soul space Blake, my soul space to be precise, and in here I can turn my thoughts into reality. This means that in here, I am all-powerful. In here, I am a god"
As Lena spoke, the darkness all around her and Blake disappeared, a sun appeared in the sky and the dark floor turned into sand, an ocean appearing to their side.
A red couch appeared behind Lena and when she gracefully sat on it, it changed into a beach chair, her clothes turned into white lingerie and as she lay on this chair, it perfectly extended to fit her size.
"So Blake, what do you think, do you want to negotiate?" Lena asked staring at the man who was just a few steps from her and had been buried to the neck in black hardened sand, the black sand making a sharp contradiction to the brown sand of the beach.
"Is it that hard for you to imagine that even here in your soul space you could still be beneath me" Blake said from his position in the ground, his eyes on the several burning chariots he had created in the sky and sent running towards Lena.