Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Twilight of Bleeding Angels, the City of Smiling Death. As Aurelian's Pyromantic Thesis covered Springtime City, legions of white-stone angels dropped from the sky. All shedding blood tears as they prayed for their monarch's victims.

The moment next, the bleeding angels sang a desolate tune. In tandem beckoning at Mithras. A volley of scarlet arrows took off. The bolts multiplying and expanding into divine projectiles as they closed in on target.

The Solar Blood Field expanded. Colliding with the projectiles and snapping half outright. The rest pushed for gaps and openings, hundreds flying through the gaps and surrounding Mithras' neck.

Here, Mithras opened his eyes, firing an omni-dimensional flash of solar rays that reduced the incoming bolts to crumbling sparks. The temperature of his solar flames rose alongside his shine, climbing so high that the first line of white-stone angels melted into molten rocks.

Aurelia stepped into the sky, a storm of blood flames picking up at her feet and condensing into a Blood Phoenix. The blood-made beast unfolded its wings, shooting towards Mithras with Aurelia on its back!

"Mosine…(Weep for me)" Aurelia ordered, prompting her stone angels to intensify their melody. The angels' voices resonated with myriad souls, making even the inanimate embrace their tragic tales. Acidic blood rained from the heavens, melting all that it touched and vaporizing grown men with a single drop!

But even as their friends, children and beloved melted before their very eyes, the citizens didn't seem worried. All smiling and weeping as they thanked the Weaver for enabling them to witness such tragic beauty.

Worse, they joined their hands in prayer signs—some even laughing as the acidic blood sent them to the afterlife!

"Horrifying," Mithras commented.

Akin to the Seventh Secret, Aurelian's Thesis made even the strong-willed wish for a grand rapture. Prompting millions to give up on their lives and accept death with angelic smiles. Discover stories with m,v l'e|m-p| y r

Alas. Unlike the Seventh Secret, those killed by this Thesis never got to meet the Lord. Condemned to an afterlife of eternal torment instead.

But as Hakim still reeled at the reveal of Aurelia's gender. Marcus snapped out of it, forgetting about his roasted eyes as he drew a deep breath.

"Mi…thras. MI…THRAS!" The Nerva King grumbled. Throwing his head back as his hair spiked up and blue veins beat across his skin. The moment next, Marcus let out a mad and mournful roar, his cheeks drying up as his frame ballooned to exaggerated heights.

The Fylkir's form twisted further, becoming a colossal leviathan that reminded of Hadubrangr's monstrous form.

"Believe it or not, I can understand your pain. That's why I killed your bro so completely.

It's unfortunate that while the Second-Generation Kings all embraced or tamed their Abominations. Only those who've tamed theirs get to leave an Abomination behind post decimation. Lucius only embraced his. So…he doesn't even get to leave an Abo behind.

His memory is all you have. Sucks. So, I will allow you a moment to remember your little bro fondly…before helping you join him in the dirt," Mithras said with a compassionate look, and clenched his right fist, summoning Drakneil and the Great Smelting Hammer!

"MOMENT ENDED!" Mithras exclaimed the moment next. Hurling his hammer forth in an all-out throw. Powered by Gigantism and Solar Genesis, the Great Smelting Hammer crashed in Marcus' face, sending him flying back into the arms of Trajan's Abomination in a loud, rumbling blast! In that split second, Aurelia appeared at the forefront of the stone angels.

Her broadsword turning red as she swung at Mithras' neck!

The same event Hadubrangr had gone through in the Bone Forest replayed here. Aurelia's sword sliced through Mithras' Blood Field like a knife through butter. Ripping through the domain on its way to her younger brother's neck! But as his imperial sister's blade neared, Mithras' smile turned sinister, and he made a grasping motion, pulling his hammer back with a blast of telekinetic forces.

As this played out, Aurelia stopped mid-slash, her figure turning transparent as her eyes narrowed at Mithras. The Great Smelting Hammer returned to Mithras' hand. Drakneil's claws tearing through Aurelia's Blood Phoenix and driving her into her stone angels.

"Mithras…I've underestimated your capacity for malice." Sensing this from below, Hakim gnawed his teeth, paling at Mithras' wickedness.

Blessed by the Weaver with a talent that enabled her to scale up to her foes, Aurelia could automatically become tougher, stronger, and faster than any move she survived. Likewise, her sword leveled up to exceed the defenses it faced, meaning that so long as she could survive her opponent's strongest move, Aurelia would remain…eternally victorious!

Almost. These were all physical blessings. And Mithras' Right of Annihilation didn't just destroy the body. It suppressed Divine Secrets, corrupted the essence, and destroyed the soul! Not even the Weaver could preserve Aurelia from the spiritual damage inflicted by the Planetary Destruction!

So even if her fleshly body had virtually become indestructible from surviving the move, her soul…had never been more vulnerable!

Aurelian or Aurelia, the person behind that mask…is still my brother…right? The mad sword emperor who will paint the world red with me? Mithras. What have you done? You've turned my homie into a chick!

Hakim floundered, torn between his loyalty to the gang and a flurry of incomprehensible emotions that turned his thoughts upside down. But you see, we're still on a battlefield. So while Hakim lost his damn mind…

*BANG*

Vel'Asha's armored elbow crashed into his temple, powered by an explosive blast of divine flames that sank the blow into the Huntmaster's skull.

"Distracted while facing the Queen of the Yaksha. Brave. If nothing else, I won't deny your courage," Vel said, and with a succession of furious elbows, smashed Hakim's head off his neck. The fifth secret kicked in, altering and isolating space so Hakim had no room to escape.

"Oh please. Leave that patronizing tone in the royal palace. I'm 100,000 years older than you…at the very least." A voice echoed from Hakim's broken head, followed by a burst of darkness that reconnected the head and reversed the damage.

"In body for sure. But in spirit…you are still a grumpy child." Vel wasn't impressed. Summoning an obsidian ritual knife as her Inner Flames spread in coiling tendrils.

Hakim stood up, cracking his neck as a formless Inner Flame burned in his chest.

"Seems you poor chaps are making a little mistake here. Aurelian never goes into battle without a 100% chance of victory. No matter how difficult the path. It must always lead to victory. Eternally Victorious. That's Aurelian's way.

So if Aurelian is still here, fighting head-on instead of planning our retreat…it's because we can still get what we came for: Mithras' heart," Hakim said, his voice showing no doubt in Aurelia's success.

"Look around." Vel'Asha too had no doubt, motioning for Hakim to look through the walls of their sealed battlefield.

Nearby, half of Aurelian's Princeps were getting manhandled by Menaka, kicked, gouged, crushed and sliced up as they braved the Sword of Vritra.

Farther ahead, Ishtar battled two Princeps. The rest battered and bloodied by Shapur's Abomination while Honoria and Nagini crushed hordes of Warghests and Blood Nobles alongside the brothers of Mithras!

"When two legends face off in their prime, do you think one comes expecting defeat? No. Both start convinced of their triumph. Yet one will ultimately impose their reality, forcing their foe to come to terms…with the facts of defeat.

You are convinced Aurelian is the one. I believe in Mithras. And I in my humble opinion, I'm way smarter than you," Vel'Asha said, unloading a pouch of blood on the ground, and drawing demonic sigils with the smile of a gardener at work.

Squalls of infernal energies erupted from the sigils, and to Hakim's shock, he could feel an infinitely powerful Majesty worm its way inside his soul, assaulting him from the inside.

"There really ain't one to save the other. Aren't you supposed to be the good guys? What atrocious thing have you created?" Hakim clutched at his chest, struggling to bear the weight of the Worldbreaker as Vel's corrupt Majesty weighed on his shoulders—pushing him to kneel and profess his allegiance!

"Just a curse I created specifically for Blood Nobles. As long as I can get some of your DNA, I can use a quasi-perfect form of Majesty against you. It has a limited range, but it's a very useful curse for scenarios like these. And thanks to your antics, I've collected a lot…of you troublemakers' DNA," Vel said in a calm and pleasant tone, aiming her right index at Hakim.

"Hakim di Rashukan. Drul…ak'nul," the Co-Regent ordered, causing Hakim's heart to burst into blood and gore!