"We dedicate this to lord Limitless, our one and only patron. Who without we would have died to some ditch somewhere. To everyone here, I say to you. We may have come from different backgrounds, beliefs and circumstance. But under the name of Limitless, we are brother and sisters."
Surprised of such a declaration, I was about to ask before Jo turned my head to face her, "This is my gift to you Darling. Both on Earth and Hell, Vela’s Sacreds will proclaim of your greatness. So that the world would know the man who is working so hard to save them."
Overwhelmed I grew silent. While I did try my best, it wasn’t because I was great. I did it for my own selfish reasons. But Yvonne’s words were true. Hellsend cared not where you came from. Only if you were willing to fight with us.
I couldn’t resist and moved to kiss Jo’s luscious lips. She welcomed me as we shared a tender moment. My Italian Darling even sucked on my tongue. Jo pressed herself to me and sought me as if I was her oxygen. After we parted I thanked her.
However I noticed her Irises turned red, the one with me now was no longer Jo but Vela.
Accompanied by the solemn and angelic voices I felt goosebumps. Vela’s dazzling smile showed how much affection she had for me. I probably didn’t understand at the moment, but I felt like this was a really big fucking deal.
"NOW THAT THE SAPPY STUFF IS OUT OF THE WAY! LET’S HIT IT!"
Curious to see what else the girls had in store I watched the impromptu concert. The moment Yvonne shouted, she pulled on her priestess robes and threw it into the air. Along with her sudden wild act all the lights on stage shut off.
Distorted and heavy riffs unique to electric guitars began dominating, completely opposite the earlier solemn aura, the music suddenly turned energetic.
"ARE YOU READDDDYYYY!!!!" Yvonne Kalapas roared.
"OHHHHHH!!!!"
A strong, driving bass line joined in. Not long after dynamic drumming enhanced the overall intensity. Before people could understand what was going on, Sacred’s began soaring towards the stratosphere. As if the sky turned to gold, blessings filled the night sky.
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"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
With the breathtaking backdrop we only now saw that the choir behind Yvonne was gone. In its place was Vela’s wolves wearing a variation of their usual uniform. Like an idol group, the girls all then began to sing what sounded like a pop song.
["Like a shooting star he cut the darkness and shined! Brighter than the sun He burns! Burns! Burns! Born of suffering and desperation he rose! Higher that the sky he rose!"]
Along with the lively melody, the girls danced and performed on stage. I looked around and saw that majority of the audience were cheering away. A few were more concerned with the food, but the rest had their eyes glued to Vela’s Sacreds.
"The one who fights for the future! The fights for the morrow! The one who never fears, never sleeps and never stops! COME ON YOU ALL! SING WITH ME! IN THE NAME OF LIMITLESS!"
When I heard my name from the stage, all my goodwill at the event disappeared. The lyrics were fucking cringe and when I understood they were for me, I wanted to bury my head in the ground. But before I could even react, three figures appeared in front of me. Liv, Lilly and Jas, all held me down and forced me to stay.
As if they were caught being naughty my entire harem all began laughing while restraining me. Their links were drowning in joy, embarrassment and a unique feeling I could only describe as mischief.
"Darling, do you not like it? I made the song with Wil, turns out he was a composer before he died. Having yourself immortalized in song was something I wanted to do for you."
As the Jo with me had red irises, my Italian lover had yet to return. Instead, her Astral named Vela just shared that she deliberately made the song. A song so cringy I wanted to shoot Wil for even writing the damn thing.
"Hahaha! He is beside himself Vela. Do you not see his happiness? Beloved, likes it."
"Pfft, Dearest…please stop…It’s not that bad…It’s a good song."
"BWAHAHAHAHA! Possum, you look so cool! HAHAHAHA!"
"I can’t… Hahahah! I’m fucking dead! Honey, your reaction is too adorable. We will proclaim this song to the world!"
"Husband. Your embarrased face is just too cute. Is it bad, I want you to make that face forever? I should have Wil make more songs. We will make a whole album."
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"Anata, their songs are of admiration. There is pfffft. Nothing embarrassing about them."
The girls knew I didn’t like being in the spotlight. They also knew I was socially awkward. Part of the reason I acted like an ass most of the time, was because I didn’t know how not to be weird. There was no way in hell, I would tolerate a song about my exploits.
I almost died of cringe at the promo Connie made for my seeker war. To suddenly make Vela’s Sacreds sing such an embarrassing song was just fucking evil. I didn’t know what to tell Vela who seemed to honestly thought I would like it.
My link to Jo was similarly drowning in happiness and mischief. My shooting star seemed to be sitting back enjoying the awkward position she placed me in. While Jo and Vela were inhabiting the same body, only Jo and I were connected.
Vela was an Astral, one who wasn’t famous. Much like what Carlos said, Astrals who were forgotten ended up fading into nothingness. This must be why Vela chose to create songs with the goal of immortalizing me. Because of what she was, I could understand why she did it.
But just because I understood, didn’t mean I could suddenly change how I saw it. I probably was making a face of confusion as if I ate shit. I couldn’t even voice my complaints in fear of hurting her. The Sirens who knew my internal turmoil laughed in happiness.
"I…like….it….very…much…" I grunted with much difficulty.
"Really! Thats great! I am so glad you like it Darling!" Vela said with an innocent smile.
"BWAHAHAHAHA!" x6
The other Sirens all hollered in glee at my reaction. I felt my jaw clench in frustration but decided to stay silent. Instead, I sent a threat and warning towards the seven naughty women I loved the most. I sent them vivid imagery while I was at it.
’Enjoy your fun now my lovelies. I will fucking destroy your pussies when we get back.’
The laughter from the girls slowly stopped as a result. And instead they all had made lewd faces full of anticipation and desire. Their links all began to heat up as lust and excitement flooded them like drenched pussy juice.
Only Vela was oblivious and was instead singing along with the Idols. Just then Phillip walked closer to me and bowed.
"Welcome back, my lord. I apologizing for bothering you but I wanted to give you an update before you retire for the night."
As expected of my clerk. He probably knew I would take a break with the Sirens once I leave tonight. The more he performed like this the more I grew appreciative of him.
"Thanks Philip. That helps."
"Yes, from what the ladies shared, Nerio’s army will guard our border with Africa while Juno’s Awakened will guard the one with South America. All groups have been notified. Head Saint Yvonne has began working with Juno and already drafted rotations for malice cleansing from our forces.
"Regarding the anti-soul weaponry, Cynthia and Addison shared that they have found a way to process them. We should be able to create prototypes before you leave for Operation Rock.
"Commander Joshua has already submitted alterations to our combat doctrine and training. As for the recording from Carlos, Van and Connie has volunteered to create a curriculum for Reaper education. All other teams have also begun creating operating doctrines for their spheres of influence."
"Excellent, thank you Phillip, I will continue to rely on you to keep things in order," I praised Phillip for his quick summary.
While we did win, there was too many mistakes in the defense. It was amazing to hear that our officers were already incorporating their new learnings. They did so even without me prodding them to do so. This just showed how serious they were at improving.
There was no perfect way to fight or do things. You only learned through experience. And believing you had nothing more to learn was the first step to stagnating.