Chapter 563: 563. Closer Steps To Reconstructing The Underlayer By Meeting With The Succubus
The edge of Aethelgard’s outer district faced the Convergence Waters directly. Here, the stone of the floating island dropped away into the deep nothing below, and the wind swept in from the water, carrying the mineral sharpness that Rex had come to associate with this city at this particular hour.
He stood there for a moment, letting the wind work on him, contemplating the threshold he was crossing, the one he had already crossed, and the one that lay ahead.
The city behind him was settling in at night. The streets he had walked through to reach this point were empty in a way unique to places whose inhabitants had made their peace with the darkness, uninterested in negotiating with it.
A few lamps flickered in upper windows. The Academy’s outer wall loomed to the northeast, dark save for the duty lanterns at its gate.
Somewhere in the residential district, the Brightsoul household was quiet. Apollo stood in a hallway, cup in hand, reflecting on what Rex had said.
Rex allowed himself a moment to gaze at the city. Not with strategy in mind. Just looking.
It was a genuinely beautiful place. He had not spent much time acknowledging the beauty because acknowledging it had no operational value, but it was true.
The floating island over the Convergence Waters, the unique quality of the light at this hour, and the way the city had been constructed by people who were not only solving problems but also creating a space they desired to inhabit all contributed to its beauty.
He thought, ’I am going to take this city apart from its foundations and rebuild it according to my own schematic, and when that is done it will still be beautiful, because I am not interested in ruins.’
The thought sat with him cleanly, without friction.
Then he activated the Lustful Villain form.
The shift had become familiar, with the mask settling into place and feeling as if it carried a weight distinct from his surface identity. The energy signature altered, with the Mark of Lust Authority operating in its secondary mode, where the output characteristics matched the profile. The Apostle network and the Underlayer were both recognized as the masked figure rather than the student.
He looked at his hands. He examined the leather gloves, the coat, and the mask with its distinctive angular design, taking in all of these elements.
He said, to himself and to no one, "I’m going to be wearing these clothes for a while."
The thought sat with him comfortably.
"It’s been too long since I let myself be this way," he said.
He flexed both hands once. The Peak Physique integration ran underneath everything, the new baseline making itself known through the specific quality of how still and capable his body felt.
The telekinesis was the same ability it had always been, but running on the new physical foundation, it had a reach and speed that the previous baseline hadn’t produced.
He considered the canyon for a moment. The speed at which he had moved through ten Legion members had been impressive by standard measures.
Using the new measures, the process would have taken less time.
He filed this and waited.
He did not have to wait long until the woman who needed no introduction finally arrived.
Lilith arrived the way she always did when he was in the Lustful Villain form: directly and without ceremony, with her human disguise in place but her demon energy signature running underneath it in the specific way it ran when she was trying to appear casual and was not entirely succeeding.
She looked at him for approximately one second before she made the sound she made when she had been waiting for something and it had arrived.
"You’re finally here, Master," she said, and the specific emphasis on finally communicated that she had been waiting for him to make this particular appearance for a long time and was doing a controlled version of an expression that wanted to be more dramatic than she was allowing.
"I needed some things in order first," Rex said.
"I know you needed things in order," Lilith said. "I have been receiving updates from the surface through the communication channel for weeks."
"Every time I check the channel, it says, ’Operational... Pending.’"
"The ’pending’ part was frustrating to read," she said.
"I can imagine," Rex said.
"You cannot imagine," she said. "You sent the channel updates!"
"You knew what they said!"
"I was the one reading them and then sitting in the Underlayer waiting for something that didn’t arrive." She looked at him with the amber eyes that carried both the reproach and the fact that the reproach was not going to change anything. "Do you know how many times Lord Mordecai asked me if you were coming?!"
"How many?" Rex said.
"Every time something happened that he didn’t know how to handle," she said. "Which was frequently, because Mordecai handles approximately sixty percent of situations well and requires consultation for the other forty."
"What did you tell him?" Rex said.
"I told him you were managing surface developments that required direct attention and would return when the situation permitted," she said. "He accepted this for the first weeks."
"After that, he started adding things like, "Do you think he’s forgotten about us?" to the end of the question."
Rex looked at her.
"He said ’us,’" Lilith said. "I want you to understand that I found this deeply irritating."
"Mordecai considers himself part of a collective," Rex said. "It’s one of his qualities."
"It’s one of his more manageable qualities," Lilith said.
"He has less manageable ones." She paused. "Cassandra has been running three separate tactical reviews of the canyon operation based on the intelligence I passed down through the channel."
"She keeps arriving at the same conclusion, which is that whoever cleared those ten Legion members in a confined space did it at a speed and precision that she cannot account for with any standard ability set."
"And," Rex said.
"And she keeps looking at me when she finishes explaining this conclusion," Lilith said. "In a way that suggests she has a theory and is deciding whether to say it out loud."
"Let her theorize," Rex said. "She’ll have better information soon, and I can’t fucking wait to see that expression of hers."
Lilith looked at him with the specific attention of someone who has been separated from someone for an extended period and is doing a rapid inventory of whether the person in front of them has changed in ways that are significant.
"Anyway... I noticed something..."
"Hm?"
"You look different," she said.
"Yeah, I upgraded some things," Rex said. "To prepare what I’m about to do in the Underlayer."
"The physical foundation," she said. "I can feel it in the energy signature..."
"The baseline is... whoa! It’s so much higher than before!"
"It is," Rex said.
"How much higher?" she said. "I didn’t know you could go beyond that even though Master is already strong enough!"
"Higher than anything you’ve had access to before," Rex said, which was accurate and specific without being a number. "And of course... my lust for power doesn’t have any limits... just like my libido."
She looked at him with the evaluating attention of someone running a genuine assessment rather than a rhetorical question. Her perception, as a succubus with fourteen months of operational familiarity with his energy signature, was more precise than most.
She was not asking because she needed a number. She was asking because she wanted to know whether the shift was the kind that changed what she should expect from him in an engagement.
"It changes the ceiling," she said, arriving at the conclusion on her own.
"Yes," Rex said.
"Significantly?"
"Categorically," Rex said.
She absorbed this. Something in her expression indicated that she was processing information that exceeded her expectations and was adjusting her internal models accordingly.
"The Underlayer restructuring," she said. "You were waiting for this before you came down."
"Among other things," Rex said.
"What other things?" she said.
"The things that are now in order," Rex said.
She regarded him with the flat patience of someone who has learned when to push for more information and when to accept a rephrased answer. She had come to understand this about Rex over several months and had made her peace with it in the specific way she reconciled herself to things that were not going to change.
"Fine," she said.
