Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

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"You should be more scared of me child. I could decide to take my gift away, and reveal your ugly face right now. . .would humans still want you?"

Angel's misty eyes burned. Her jaws her tightened.

Mary Kay picked up her chin with her forefinger- mouthing her last three words;

"YOU ARE COMING."

......

Three hours later, after the dick measuring competition between both women, Mary Kay slithered through the dark alleyways of Castra city. Right beside her, Angel was crouched low- nose up in the air, sniffing like a bloodhound. Her beautiful round eyes were all but useless in the dark. But her sense of smell- that was the real killer.

"Well?" Mary rasped impatiently; "Do you smell him? or her?"

Angel chose to take her time, and remained mysteriously quiet. The other woman's mouth curved upside down. Fighting to keep a straight face, she hissed;

"Angel!"

Mary Kay's anger sliced out of her throat, pouring it into that single word. Suddenly, without, any single warning at all, Angel's knees dropped- crouching even lower. Both her hands spread out behind her- like a bird. Simultaneously, the air around her twirled, as she leapt upwards- flying into the darkness.

Mary Kay, who was still on the ground, watched with burning eyes as the younger succubi leapt to the roof.

'One day, I'm going to kill her,' she whispered under her breath; 'I'm going to fuckin' kill her. . ."

But she knew she wouldn't dare.

Mary hated to admit it, but Angel was the one person she could not kill.

Her beauty was staggering. Her sex appeal was almost divine. However, her true powers lay in her scent. Angel had the power of the ancients. She could walk into a room filled with people, and emit her unique scent- immediately, every single man (and the occasional woman) would become instantly horny.

She was like a walking, breathing, symbol of sex.

But that was not the reason Mary had brought her tonight.

As Mary Kay also leapt up into the air, she remembered when she first discovered Angel's second power. A few years ago, an obsessed customer had stolen a prostitute. Angel stormed out in a cloud of rage, and within an hour, she returned with an ugly decapitated head- and the trembling body of the stolen prostitute.

'I simply sniffed him out–' was all she said.

Following Angel, Mary Kay soared upwards- hurtling through the darkness.

Her sandals touched down on the cobblestone of the vaunted roof, and instantly, all her indignation disappeared. The starless sky was black as a pool of tar. The howling wind swept through the city- whistling in chilly tones. Angel stood next to the chimney, shoulders back, long neck craned upwards- with her nose to the sky.

"It makes sense to find the highest building around. But for heaven's sake, tell me ahead of time before you go sprinting off." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝑒𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"You are right," the young succubi said quietly- "The corpse is not acting on its own. There's someone."

"You isolated the main scent?" Mary asked hopefully.

The air stilled.

"NO." Angel answered- a hint of surprise in her own voice; "It looks like our culprit has taken great precautions. He is actively masking his scent. In fact, it kinda feels like he has erased his mana's presence completely."

Mary's frown deepened;

"There are only a handful of people who have that kind of masking power in this city. . .and they're all dangerous men."

Angel turned;

"Ever stop to consider the fact that maybe the real killer is a woman?"

"No." Mary brushed her off; "This style is crude, and daring. There's not subtlety or finesse. The killer is definitely a man. A very powerful, careful man. . ." her chin inched upwards- ". . .someone skilled. . .someone with experience. . .someone with a lot to lose if this ever comes out. . ."

"But that's every single noble above the age of forty!"

"You think I don't know that?!" she spat back.

Angel pressed her lips together;

"One more thing," she said in a I-have-bad-news kind of way; "This weather- I believe the killer's controlling it. . .the moon hasn't come out for the past two weeks. . .it's been strictly dark cloudy skies. . ."

A solemn look crashed across Mary's face- forcing her eyes back inside;

"That's not good," she mumbled; "That's not good at all. Come on. . .we need to find the corpse first. . "

......

With their black hoods on, and with their long cloaks flapping behind them, both women hurtled through the air- leaping from rooftop to rooftop at low altitude.

Like human sized bats, their fleeing forms skittered through the darkness. The biting cold bled from their lips- curling out wisps of vapor. The muscles on their feet strained as they took off, and landed on every rooftop. Under the black hood, Mary's green eyes- still radiating quiet fire from above, swept the ground below- searching for the slightest movements. fre(e)novelkiss.com

Beside her, Angel's nostrils twitched and twitched.

Three times, the tall, looming outline of a bell tower had appeared out of nowhere, and three times, she had almost slammed into each one. A terrifying shudder rippled through her body- picturing the loud invasive sounds of the bronze bells roaring through the night.

"Nothing yet?" Mary had to screech above the howling wind to be heard.

"No ma'am.'

Mary let loose a torrent of curse words.

"How hard can it possibly be to find one dead body?!"

"It's the necromancer. . ." Angel responded; ". . .he's not just masking his presence. . .he's masking the corpse as well. . ."

"Turn east!" Mary rasped; "We're checking the hospitals and morgues next! The cops should be on their way here. . ."

They both skedaddled towards both locations- and ended up at the cemetery.

The tinge of late autumn layered the air- and the chill seeped through both their dark robes, right under their skin, assaulting their bones. Mary nervously drew the fabric up her shoulders.

With her slender neck glancing around, she whispered anxiously;

"Damn, we haven't set foot in there, and this place is already giving me the creeps," her long lashes fluttered in the wind; "I'm hundred percent certain the corpse isn't there. . ."

They both hovered twelve foot in the air, side by side, wrapped up like mummified corpses, hovering over the gate to the cemetery. Angel was itching to fly in- arguing that this was the best possible place to hide a corpse.

"Ma'am I can smell the freshly decaying dead bodies," she chirped; "I can also tell which ones have been dead for centuries. . ."

Angel lifted her hand, jutting out her finger from the cloak, and pointed towards the west-

". . .over there, there's a large rat trapped in one of the coffins. . .it's gotten too fat to come out of the hole it dug for itself. I'm telling you, if the corpse is here, I can fish it out in a moment! I just need to be right at the center of the ceme–"

But Mary was not so eager.

"Angel!" she snapped; "Use your head! If we're to hunt a necromancer, Don't you think going into a cemetery at night is the worst possible move?!"

The younger one slunk backwards- mulling over Mary's assessment;

"I- I- didn't think-" she stuttered.