Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"I smell bullshit. If that were the case, why did you two come to me rather than a European reaper family? I am not as well off as those bastards."

"Look, you arsehole. Not all European families are rich. Besides, I came here for love. I want to support my man," she boasted proudly.

"Stop lying Mia. The more likely story would be that you eloped because the Flairs condemned your relationship. Mixed-race Descendants are frowned upon in Europe. Even though me and Jo were of marriageable age, only Jo was given marriage interviews."

"Not to mention that your {fates} do not seem compatible. What would your children get? A rabid gorilla-wolf soul form? They are probably already forcing Mia to get married and pregnant. Stop lying. I'm from Italy, remember?"

Jas and Jo's remarks made Mia flinch. The real story seemed to be that Mia had fallen in love with the gorilla BBC and had eloped. That would explain why they couldn't ask Europe for help. I guess even in modern times, business marriages still happened.

"Flair-san, Soldat-san. Jo's {fate} gives us all superhuman hearing. We know Soldat-san was going to say Revenant. Please just tell the truth. It would be better than wasting everyone's time."

Amari and Mia exchanged a look before nodding.

Mia held Amari's hand as she began. "Choco sold himself as a slave when he was about fourteen. Because of the power of Africa he was considered average there. But for the other battlefronts he had great potential. The Flairs bought him.

"My {Fate} {Lycan} worked like a soul form. My parents thought that if someone from the African battlefront taught me, I could control it better. He taught me, and I fell madly in love with him. I only found out about his true background a week before the enlistment.

The tall African Reaper stood up as he began to explain.

" Limitless, everyone. Africa has only one rule. Survival of the fittest. I sold myself to gain support to grow stronger. What I am about to tell you is the most closely guarded secret in Africa. If this word gets out, I will be killed for treason."

The hesitation in Amari's voice showed how big a deal this was. Probably scared out of his wits. The one to reassure him were my {Kindred} from Europe and Africa.

"Amari! Don't be afraid. Darling will help you! I promise!"

"My husband's loyalty is unshakable. What you fear will not happen."

A figure suddenly fell on me and landed in my lap. Robyn laid her back on my chest as she looked at me from under my chin.

"Possum, this shit is boring. Can I stay here?"

I gave her a quick kiss as I replied. "Of course kitten."
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Happy with my answer, Robyn made herself comfortable. The feeling of her body so close to mine was really pleasant. Her suggestive outfit made my mind wonder. That was until I felt both of my hands being pinched.

Bella and Lilly continued to look at Amari while they used {Shelter} toothpicks to stab my hands all over. I couldn't even get angry because I found their jealousy quite adorable.

"How can you go on flirting with your girls? This is a serious secret! Don't you care?" Mia shouted, obviously offended.

"Not really no. Playing with my harem is much more interesting than whatever crap you two are trying to say. Just get on with it. So I can go," I replied.

The chocolate gorilla then began to laugh in high spirits.

"HAHAHAHA! You are right! This is only a big deal in Africa. Nobody here really cares. HAHAHAHAHA! Thank you, Limitless."

"Why thank me? I didn't even do anything?"

Amari then turned serious before speaking.

"Hannibal Mandela is not a reaper. He is the {Fate}."

"Huh?"

"The "king" of the African battlefront is the one who inherits the {Fate} of a Revenant. The qualification for this is that he must have the bloodline of the original Hannibal. This means that only those of his lineage can become the next Hannibal Mandela."

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Go back! Why would he even need to do that? Reapers are immortal.

We do not die of old age. Then where is Hannibal Mandela the First?"

"Limitless, are you aware of the responsibility of the Revenants?"

If he had spoken to me before today, I would have had to say no. Fortunately, Phillip's lecture earlier had already taught me that.

"I do. They are supposed to serve as collectors of malice in their domains. What is your point?"

"Then you know what happens when the malice a Revenant holds exceeds his ability to handle it?"

"His soul collapses?"

"Yes, and he becomes a demon. One of the Ars Goentia. Or to be more precise, the seventy-two strongest demons in Hell."

"..."

Andromalius had a number after his name. He was the 72nd. Are you telling me that there were 71 other bastards stronger than him? And a Revenant whose soul collapses becomes one?

"You've got to be shitting me..."

"No, I am not. Of the Seven Battlefronts, the North and Africa are the earliest to have Revenants. We have seen it many times. Our bloodline can be considered as having the blood of demons. So we turn much faster."

Fuck. Phillip's lesson was missing. I didn't know if the things Amari said were even true.

"Then Limitless. Do you know how a Revenant can exorcise all his accumulated malice?"

"No."

"He cleanses it with his blood."

"What?"

"Instead of passing the malice on to another, the best way for a Revenant to cleanse the malice he holds is to die to purify it."

"We have wasted enough time on this, so let me summarize. Spirits that hold emotions and malice is that person's karma. The more malice a person has, the more lives he has taken.

"When he dies, his soul goes either to whatever killed him or back to the world. The "world" in this case is Mother Nature, so for simplicity's sake let's call it the World Tree."

I see. If someone else killed a Revenant, their malice would be transferred to the one who struck the blow. And if the negative emotion was enough to overwhelm a Revenant, then nothing would be able to hold it.

"Your father is going to off himself? All so the malice can return to the World Tree? And the next king will repeat the process? Fuck. This is insane! How long has this been going on?!"

Amari's eyes widened at my words, but then nodded wordlessly.

"When The Immortal comes to the end of his era, demons invade en masse. All eager to kill him. Their goal is to evolve from the malice he carries. My father intends to choose a successor before that can happen."

This task was too important. No wonder Hannibal got busy and created an army of children. It was too dangerous to leave to chance. By having a steady supply of sacrifices in the form of children. The {Fate} would have no problem getting a new body.

But wasn't this fucking wrong? From the Reapers' point of view, they were doing a good job. But the premise that Amari's entire bloodline was nothing more than bodies to be filled with malice was fucking evil.

The realization drowned my heart with anger, frustration, and sadness. The Sirens, who noticed all this, tried to calm me down by sending me my positive feelings.

"Amari, if this is all true. Shouldn't you all be strengthening your defenses? This hardly seems to be a matter of one demon. Why are your Reapers preparing to invade another battlefront at this time?" Lilly challenged.

Fuck. I miss the days when all I had to do was kill zombies.