[1- Incubus Instinct:

The Skill allows detection of lust and desire in targets through physical proximity or direct eye contact. The User gains a heightened perception of pheromones, heartbeat irregularities, and micro-expressions. All forms of seduction or deception targeting the User become less effective.]

[2- Incubus Touch:

Physical contact allows the User to extract energy, mana, or life force while inflicting pleasure on the target. Depending on the User's intent, the amount of energy, mana, or life force extracted decreases or increases.]

Amon exhaled quietly.

"Both are pretty useful." He muttered, staring at the System messages that covered his view of the sky above. "To read desires, or inflict pleasure with touch." Amon chuckled. "Truly Incubus Skills."

Amon was on the fence about acquiring either of those Skills.

Still, he ended up choosing the one that could be used on both enemies and allies.

[You have developed the Skill "Incubus Touch[D]".]

'Nice, devouring Rika wasn't for nothing.'

The System messages disappeared, and Amon was reminded of what the System had told him before being interrupted by the Succubi.

"You said you had some information, right?" He muttered, hand sinking into his shadow and pulling out Jarath's Scythe, the Blood Moon Reaper's Arm.

He held the weapon up against the night sky.

[Additional Information about the Blood Moon Reaper and the Blood Moon Reaper's Arm is available.]

"The Blood Moon Reaper… In other words, Jarath." Amon smirked, remembering the vision he had had. "Tell me everything."

[Before becoming Demon King, Jarath was not known by name but by title.]

[The masses, Humans, Demons, and others, referred to the fearsome Demon as the Blood Moon Reaper.]

[It is said that each night, Jarath spilled enough blood to paint the moon crimson.]

"Phew." Amon whistled. "That's cool."

[The weapon in your hands is the Blood Moon Reaper's Arm.]

"Yeah, I guess Arm can also mean weapon.]

[It is the Blood Moon Reaper's weapon, but also his arm.]

"Literally?" Amon moved his gaze away from the message and towards the weapon. Reddish tendrils were moving along the haft and blade. The chains slowly slithered to wrap around Amon's arm.

[It is unknown whether the weapon fused with Jarath's arm and became part of his body, or if his arm turned into the weapon.]

"Aha."

[Through his strength, innate evil, and love for destruction, Jarath rose to become Demon King.]

[Jarath became Demon King centuries after Azaroth was Sealed.]

[When Azaroth ruled as Demon King, Jarath was one of his Underlings.]

"So his power was completely overshadowed by Azaroth's, and he was his servant." Amon nodded. "Makes sense," He turned his gaze towards the Black Stone in his hand. "He did kneel after all."

Amon chuckled, remembering what Rita had said earlier.

My Mistress' Master is my Master.

'Jarath must have felt something similar, seeing me tame Azaroth's Heart.'

[When Jarath was killed, his power was about to implode and explode.]

[The aftermath of his death could have destroyed whole cities.]

[Therefore, the Holy Church Sealed his power inside whatever could handle that power.]

"I'm guessing that his weapons were the only things that could handle his power."

[Indeed.]

[Having been coated in his Mana for decades and decades, only his weapons could hold his power.]

"So I can gain his strength by collecting those weapons. Sounds good. What were his other weapons?"

[That information is unavailable.]

"How many weapons were there?"

[Four.]

"Well, that's something." Amon smirked.

The Blood Moon Reaper's Arm shimmered faintly.

"I'll use it as a weapon for now." He muttered, lazily standing up. "My body needs to grow stronger, if I want to devour it, and truly make Jarath's strength mine. Just like for Azaroth's body parts, it's likely that Jarath's weapons resonate with and strengthen one another."

Amon swung the weapon once, and the air split. A faint crescent of red mist trailed behind the swing.

"So cool." Amon muttered. "Let alone Akane's flames, I thought even the Goblin Chief's were cool… This is too much."

Amon's breath steadied. He spun the weapon in his hands, feeling its weight.

"I'll have to get used to fighting with weapons. Maybe I should have Syl teach me some things. I'm sure she could give me useful pointers."

The Scythe vibrated faintly, the pulse aligning with his heartbeat.

The Black Stone warmed against his palm.

'The Holy Church killed Jarath and Sealed his power into his weapons,' Amon thought as he swung the Scythe over and over again, trying to get used to it. 'Why would it be found in a Black Church, then? Did the Black Church steal it from the Holy Church through the years? Does the Holy Church still exist in the first place? Oh… I see.' A blazing circle of demonic flames was drawn above. 'The Holy Church, this Holy Church, was slowly corrupted, maybe by the weapon's powers. The Church was slowly corrupted, just like the Priests, Priestesses, Nuns, and Followers… Slowly but surely, they weren't a Holy Church anymore, but a Black Church. The change was gradual, and the name of this Church changed.'

He swung the Scythe again.

This time, putting more of his strength into the swing, more of his Mana.

The Blood Moon Reaper's Arm gladly took that Mana, and the swing cast a crimson arc that stretched half the width of the church itself.

Roof tiles cracked under the vacuum it left behind. Dust rose like smoke.

"Too strong." He chuckled. "Using this on the Goblin village would have been a lot of fun."

[The weapon's strength scales with intent.]

[Reducing killing intent stabilizes output.]

Yeah," He exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "I can feel that it listens to me."

It was the same as the Black Stone. Amon did not need to think too much to use them, unlike Akane, who seemed to struggle with her magic.

'That's probably the point. She uses HER magic, while I use the Black Stone and the Scythe as conduits. All I need to think about is putting my Mana into them. They stabilize and weaponize it.'

Amon raised his gaze and smirked.

He swung the Blood Moon Reaper's Arm vertically in an upward crescent fashion.

"So fucking cool…" Amon whispered as the red Demonic flames temporarily aligned with the crescent moon above, coating and hiding it completely.

All in all, Amon was pretty satisfied with the day.

He had had fun with Syl, and with Rita.

He had gained two new powerful allies.

They had gained a safe area of sorts, further knowledge on the Demons that might come after them, as well as a bridge to the Humans through Levia.

He had acquired a new, powerful weapon, as well as a fun new Skill.

"Yep, pretty good day." Amon muttered as he lowered the Blood Moon Reaper's Arm.

Black tendrils rose from his shadow and wrapped around the weapon before slowly pulling back down and into his shadow.

Amon lay on his back, warmed by his clothes and fur.

'I'm sure Vulkan is looking for the Black Stone to gain strength, but how is he supposed to absorb it?'

The breeze was pleasant.

'He doesn't have my Palm Of The Devourer ability, or does he have something similar?'

The hardness of the roof felt like it was massaging his back.

'I'll have to ask… Levia and Rita… About that…'

He sighed while staring at the night sky.

'Hope Syl won't be mad… That I left her sleeping alone…'

It did not take long for Amon to fall asleep.

Zzzz-

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