Family
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About 2 hours after Eleanor left. Deor opened his eyes, he was confident that all his preparations were complete. He stretched out his arms before opening his mouth.
"Sorry for summoning you here but we barely have time." His voice was soft but still held the majesty of a king.
Deor was talking to a woman that was standing in front of him, materializing out of thin air. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, had hazel eyes and her hair was as black as the angelic wings on her back. She was a great beauty that didn't pale in comparison to Eleanor.
"I live only for my master and his mistress. Please don't think too much of it my lord." Her expression was gentle.
"Don't be so formal, Arlene."
"... yes, father."
How Deor was the father of a woman his own age was because one of his hobbies being 'trapped' in this subspace was creating artificial life. Arlene resulted from one year worth of research and biological engineering.
She was one of his first handmade life forms.
"Not papa?" Deor asked, feigning disappointment.
Arlene sighed softly.
"I'm grown now father, I can't keep calling you 'papa'."
"But you're only 3...and no one is forcing you to keep that form."
"I know but I'm the oldest..."
"Hmm. Okay, how is your mother?"
"Mother is doing okay, although her siblings are still pressuring her."
Hearing her answer, Deor nodded his head and waved his hand.
—c***k!
The sound of glass breaking soon filled the cabin after Deor's hand gesture except it wasn't glass, it was the sound of space breaking throughout the interior of the cabin.
He already had complete domination over the subspace.
Deor was born a Seraphim and at the age of 14, he was already a Demigod. This could not even be described as talent, in fact, talent for a normal low-level demon was reaching the Demon Lord level in 15000 years, only Eleanor could keep up with his growth in the history of the entire Astral realm and at his prime manipulating space was as easy as breathing for him.
And Deor was especially talented at spatial magic combined with the law of Order. His innate talent only exploded further. He never fully understood why they put him here.
'I guess it would be easier to notice if I escaped.'
Wooong~
A black-gold portal was soon visible between the two of them. During this process, not a single wave of energy fluctuated as if it was a natural process that blended perfectly with space-time.
'As expected of my papa.' Arlene had a proud, smug expression on her face.
"Okay, let's go, but uhh... can you switch back to your original form? I don't want your siblings knowing they can do that yet."
"But..."
"Now."
A direct order. How could she refuse? Unless she wanted punishment from her creator, she had to obey.
"... understood." Arlene's wings suddenly spread out and wrapped around her body tightly.
"Ah no need to do it the painful way, there's no one here except for us."
"Oh...!"
Hearing her father's voice she spread her wings out again, her body glowed brightly with a pale white color. It was so bright Deor had to avert his eyes.
Finally, after the blinding light faded away, a small child that looked to be about 8-12 years old was now standing there stretching. She had tiny black wings that weren't even proportional to her size; they looked completely impractical. Needless to say, it was Arlene.
"Ahh." Arlene couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. It felt great to be in her normal form, instead of constantly maintaining her adult body.
"It feels great, yeah? Okay, hurry and get through the rift we only have an hour and a half."
She didn't understand what he meant, except that she was wasting precious time. She used her tiny wings to hurriedly fly through the dimensional rift.
Deor soon followed.
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Woong~
The first thing Deor noticed stepping out of the rift other than the gray sky and dead white soil were the two children standing in front of him. Their eyes were looking at him eagerly as if screaming 'We missed you!'
One was a girl that was identical to Arlene, except she had snow-white curly hair and wings. The other was a boy, although you could tell he was a boy after giving him a hard look he also seemed quite feminine, he had black hair with many strands of white, a single red horn protruding from the left side of his temple, his right eye was red and his left eye golden.
Arlene flew over and hugged her siblings tightly it had been a while since they last saw each other, Deor let them enjoy their reunion for a minute before saying. "Azazel, Arlena, how have you two been?"
Hearing a rare inviting voice from their father, Arlena and Azazel ran to him with tears in their eyes and hugged him, feeling left out Arlene also joined in.
This pocket dimension created by Deor was about twice the size of a football field. He made the space using his divine energy the first year of his confinement when it was still abundant and pure, the only problem was that he couldn't maintain the stability of the space with his divine energy alone given the fact that a vast part of his sovereign-core was being absorbed permanently monthly.
To fix this problem, he used even more divine energy to form a spatial corridor between the pocket dimension and the larger naturally occurring subspace, leeching off its stability. He named the space Zelimn.
Over the years he had materials brought to him by Eleanor via storage cubes, the most noticeable being the palatial manor, of course, Eleanor knew he had such a place, even though she was never invited inside but then again she wasn't too interested.
Time was slower in Zelimn than that of the Astral Realm and its naturally formed sub-spaces.
"Okay, that's enough let's get inside the house I need to give you instructions."
"Okay~"
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Opening the front door of the manor, a sophisticated-looking blonde man wearing a butler uniform greeted them.
The man bowed elegantly.
"Master, it has been quite a while."
"Indeed," said Deor, as he gave a small nod in acknowledgment.
"Can I do anything to make you more comfortable?"
"Yes, firstly can you move out of the way I'd like to enter."
"Ah...my apologies." The blonde man quickly moved aside, allowing the interior of the house to be visible.
The difference between the cabin and manor was like comparing a small village hut and a royal castle. The décor and furniture looked so expensive that it could make the average nobleman bury his head in shame.
"And Ethan, bring me some tea."
"Of course, my lord. Will you be in the lab?"
Deor shook his head "No, I'll be in the dining room with the children. In fact, call everyone. Today will be the last day we'll be meeting in a while."
"huh?"
He started walking towards the dining room, living the four of them in a daze.
Five minutes later, Ethan brought a tray of tea, placed it on the dining table, and started pouring a cup full for Deor. Standing behind him were five beautiful women wearing very... erotic maid uniforms.
They all bowed gently towards Deor. All of them, like Ethan, had zero mana, divine energy, or demonic energy. They hardly had a life signature.
"Your tea, my lord."
"Thank you."
Ethan bowed and took a step back.
"Where are the triplets? We don't have time to waste."
"Here we are! Sorry, papa." The one that answered was Arlena. She ran to him and sat on top of his lap. Azazel and Arlene took their respective sits.
Deor softly rubbed Arlena's head, "Good then—" he told them about Eleanor's visit and why she came.
All the servants had stiff expressions after he finished. The kids were expressionless.
"So you want us to move the house and lab to where mom is?" asked Arlene.
"Yes, use the storage cubes."
"Why are you saying it like that? Isn't it obvious that we'll use the storage cubes?" asked Azazel. He didn't understand why they were being treated like idiots.
"..."
"Azz stop bullying papa!"
"...It's okay, Arlena." Deor scratched his cheek before continuing, "I also need you guys to protect your mom, be her shadows, okay?"
"Mama's not that weak, but we'll give our lives for her if needed." Said Arlena in a confident tone.
"Haha. I know, but I can't help worry."
Arlene nodded she understood her mother's situation the most "We understand. But your plan is still on?"
"Ah, of course, it is." Deor took a small sip of the tea "I'll definitely not forgive any of them."
Everyone present could feel his killing intent, even though he tried suppressing his anger.
"Then we shall patiently await our God's triumphant return."
They all nodded at Ethan's words.
"Good. Don't get lazy and forget your training regimen, you three."
"ugh... yes..." the triplets had faces turned whiter than sheets of paper, as if their souls had long left their bodies.
Deor stood up "Start packing, we only have an hour, Eleanor will be back soon." and then he disappeared without a sound.
"Yes, sir."
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*****
About 40 minutes later (approximately 80 minutes in Zelimn) everyone gathered in the cabin in front of Deor, who was sitting on his bed eating a familiar-looking red fruit.
"Are you done?"
"Yes." Arlene waved three white cubes at him.
"Then—"
"Wait!" just as he was about to teleport them away, Arlene suddenly interrupted him.
"...? Yes?"
"Any last words for mother?" Arlene asked, while expecting him to say something romantic.
"Nope. Bye," he said, gently waving his hand.
"Wha–...!"
Shuk. Space rippled around them, and after a bright red flash of light, they were gone.
"That was a little harsh, no?.... those children are...?"
"None of your business. Is it already time?"
Eleanor suddenly appeared in front of him. She was still wearing her military-style attire. "Tsk! I was only asking because they seemed a little strong."
"Please don't irritate me further." Deor slowly massaged his temples.
"Shut it and let's go then. I see you're in a grim mood."
"I'm about to die."
"Hahahaha oh yeah, that's right! But you know it's not bad dying with a smile." She continued to laugh out loud, like a maniac.
"..."
"Let's go, let's go, it's time, you don't want to make father wait."
Eleanor gestured for him to take the lead.
Deor took a deep breath and started walking out of the cabin.
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