Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs



Having arrived in the late minutes of the morning, and with the time Seth had spent having fun with Leah and then relaxing and going to the restaurant, it was already evening by the time Seth and Gudzil stepped in front of a towering building.

"This is Samuel Lacaster Hotel, sir. It's one of the best in the city, and I've made a reservation for us."

Though Gudzil said these words with a voice carrying renewed vigour and a smile, Seth could see the depression in his eyes, and he could only shake his head at that.

Nodding his head to the man's words, Seth followed him into the building, idly standing by the counter while Gudzil talked with the receptionist at the desk.

Being tagged as one of the finest in the city, the Lancaster Hotel's interior design was far from disappointing, and Seth couldn't help but be enamoured with it.

On the ceiling of the reception area, there were several drawings, all of them emitting white light that seemed to move.

The lit-up drawings on the ceiling didn't just stay in a single position, they moved in random directions on the ceiling like a bunch of fireflies, and just as Seth was trying to deduce the mechanism of the lights above him, Gudzil spoke.

"Sir, I'm done, let's head to the suite."

"Wait, just a… Hmm, let's go."

At first, Seth had wanted to use just his eyes to figure out how the lights above worked, but then his nose picked up a particular scent, one that belonged to someone he had found back at the stadium.

"Hmm, how coincidental."

With this thought in mind, Seth followed Gudzil, who was being led by an attendant and as for the bulbs in the ceiling, he had a casual wave of his soul sense pass through them, all the invasion he needed popping in his head.

Seth had just barely taken a few steps when there was a small commotion ahead of him as men wearing black suits began pouring out from a just descended elevator and began moving in a sort of block formation, all of them surrounding a single woman.

Brown hair belonging to a pair of brown eyes, an uncaring expression on her beautiful face and head which she held up high like she owned the world.

Looking at the surrounding woman, she being the person whose scent he had picked up earlier, Seth briefly studied her features. It wasn't because Seth desired that he stared at her, but because this was the first time he was noticing notable features on her that were not her ass and boobs. 

Though there was once a time Seth had been interested in her and truly wanted to screw her hard, at the moment, he could only internally give her still-good figure a thumbs up and move to continue behind Gudzil, but just before Seth could look away, the woman's head snapped towards him, and their eyes locked.

"Evary Seth!!"

With the number of guards around her, the brown-haired woman had already hogged sufficient attention to herself, so when she shouted out, all eyes immediately fell on her and then quickly in the direction she was looking.

"Hmm, hello um, what's your name?"

For a woman he had been quite interested in, to the point of instinctively biting and marking her, Seth had thought he knew her name, but now as he tried to greet her, he found himself going blank on a name.

"Ryan Mira, sir. She headed the tournament that just took place," Gudzil, who was by his side, quickly muttered.

"Ah, Mira," Seth said, but he could see her eyes tremble in anger at his words, or perhaps his whole being.

Remembering the events that occurred the last time they met, Seth guessed the woman was still mad at him for molesting her and thought to perhaps deal with him now but before that could happen, Seth saw one of the black-suited men walk up to her and whisper some words in her ear.

Listening to the man's words, Mira clicked her tongue, sending Seth a glare, and then, like nothing had happened, she turned and began moving away, her guards in sync with her.

For a moment, the receptionist area of the hotel had gone silent with Mira's outburst but when she left, it immediately descended into a cacophony of voices and various eyes looking Seth up and down with interest.

"Let's go," Seth said, his words jolting Gudzil, who quickly urged the hotel attendant before him to keep moving.

Quickly, the three people walked toward the elevator, relief flooding them as they escaped the several flashes that had been going off in their direction.

Within the elevator, all was silent, and other than the fidgety movements from the attendant, there was no drama.

A few seconds later, Seth stepped out of the elevator and entered a hallway with a glittering red carpet, walking over it for some seconds before then turning and entering a room.

As usual, Gudzil had gone for the best, and since Seth planned to stay only for the night, he decided to spend a few seconds observing the decorated room.

"We might appear on the local news, sir, and hopefully just there," Gudzil said some minutes later having already sent off the attendant they had come with and closing the door

"I'm guessing that's because of the incident earlier," Seth replied.

"Yes," Gudzil said and then continued.

"Sir, the woman downstairs, is she an acquaintance?"

"Something like that, she's someone I once came across. What do you know about her?"

"Well, her name is Ryan Mira. Her background is unknown, but what is known is that at the moment, she is the top seal master in the rebel faction," Gudzil said a few seconds later, having taken out a tablet and begun scrolling through it.

"The rebels," Seth muttered.

"Yeah, remember, Sir, the rebels are the ones who oversaw and managed the tournament, and Mira was the one in charge."

"Hmm, you're saying she's the best seal master the rebel faction has at the moment," Seth asked.

"Yes, sir."

With how much his knowledge of seals had advanced, Seth found it hard to have any interest in seals on Earth, and other than finding it amusing that the woman had become some big shot, the matter about her quickly faded from his mind.

"We'll leave early tomorrow," Seth said with a wave of his hand to Gudzil, and with a sweep of his soul sense, he navigated his way to where he would be sleeping.

"Time to meet that crybaby," Seth grumbled within.