The Primal Hunter

Meira was briskly walking towards the living room as it was on the way to the mansion’s bedroom where her Master usually resided. If he wasn’t there, he should be in the laboratory. She had gone looking for him already once an hour or so ago, where he should have returned from his lesson, but it appeared he had other engagements. That made sense; he was an important figure after all.

She herself had also gone to a single lesson so far. Meira had felt incredibly out of place, but no one had really commented on her presence or spoken to her. They had just left her alone as she had listened to the teacher about finding her own Path… something Meira had never even considered doing before. Something she still had to admit she found unrealistic.

Making her way forward, she believed she heard voices from the living room. It was difficult to tell as the materials the mansion was made of had phenomenal sound isolation tens if not hundreds of times more effective than what buildings back at her clan had been built with.

A bit nervous, she considered if her Master had visitors and if there were, then why she hadn’t been called to attend to them. Then again, perhaps it was something private, so she reconsidered if she should just wait outside until the visitor left.

Ultimately, she decided to show herself. Something she actually felt a bit proud of, as it was one of the most important things from the lesson she had taken: to be assertive and take control of your own destiny. That included not hesitating as much in your daily life but moving forward even if there may be some difficulties.

Besides, she didn’t believe her Master would get disappointed or angry even if she entered. At worst, she would be made to leave, right?

With that in mind, she opened the door into the mansion’s living room as she bowed and said. “Excuse me, I-“

She instantly stopped as she saw the two people sitting there. Her Master on one side holding a bottle in his hand and a scaled being she would be unable to ever forget. She instantly fell to her knees and placed her head against the floor as she deeply regretted just walking in.

“This one greets the Malefic One!”

“Meira, just get up. There is no reason for that,” her Master said. Meira was a bit confused at the command and was conflicted if she should follow it or not. On the one hand, the orders of her Master were above anything else, but on the other hand, it was the Malefic One…

“This is my mansion, right?” she heard her Master say, directed not at her but the Malefic One.

“Yep. Even if we can argue if you own it or not, you are most definitely a legal tenant.”

“In that case, I repeat, please get up, Meira. You also live here, and you most certainly don’t have to bow to someone within your own home,” her Master said again. It was the kind of thing he had said so many times before like it was natural…

“Breaking through a lifetime of conditioning is not done with a few words Jake,” she heard the Malefic One say in a weird voice that sounded odd to her… it was almost friendly?

Meira was still not daring to look up, but she heard footsteps as someone approached her. Based on the sound, it was her Master, and she felt him place a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, just get up… he won’t do anything, and nothing will happen if you do. I promise.”

“Big promises from a D-grade with a literal Primordial in the room,” the Malefic One said, making Meira shiver again.

I reveal myself as your Chosen and begin spreading the word that you have decided to declare war on all mushrooms

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me!”

couldn’t comprehend what was happening as the two seemed to do what she could only describe as banter? It just didn’t make any sense or conform to her worldview. A Chosen was an instrument of a god… their mortal representation, prophets, and sometimes even avatars. But… her Master and the Malefic One wasn’t like that, or was this just how it was supposed to work? Wait… were they trying to fool her? Was this some kind of elaborate experiment she was just too dumb to understand? Send

said as she felt another presence approach. She couldn’t resist as she felt her own body moving, and she was lifted to stand upright as she stared right at the Malefic One. She couldn’t even blink as

are friends, and I do agree that with your presence being a continued element, this entire thing would get boring soon. I have absolutely no interest in you, and Jake is a simple-minded fellow who genuinely has no interest in treating you as a slave. You aren’t worth an experiment. You aren’t interesting enough for me to care about outside of

wanted to open her mouth as the words echoed in her head, but the situation became too much for her as she felt her brain slowly shut down, and she passed out. Her last thought was her wondering if she would ever wake up again after treating not only her

Jake caught Meira with a few strings of mana and lifted her over to a couch, where

you said anything to pass out over,”

remains, and they will still feel like they are in the presence of a Primordial the second they become aware of me,” Villy

couldn’t imagine the feeling they had, as he, quite frankly, was incapable of feeling it. It was like

him being him was the only reason he and a Primordial could get along as they

parties with you attending wouldn’t work,” Jake

know who I am, and if they don’t, then what is even the

guess it will take Meira a while to just at least get partly used to it, at least enough to deal. From what I know, being near me helps build up

still know logically they are in my presence, and they will still be on edge

the only option is for you to invite some of your

mortals in some circumstances. Anyone besides Duskleaf, you, and a few other gods I would consider myself friends; there really isn’t anyone. And getting such a crowd together would be a momentous occasion and no-doubt lead to much interest and scrutiny,” Villy said, shaking his

as he swept the beer bottle off the table. “Guess it is

and

truly lonely at the top,”

though,” the god said as he also

about just leaving Meira passed out on the

divine realm as he left Jake’s little mansion. He smirked a bit to himself as he looked at the bottle in his hand. He let it go, seeing it slowly be disintegrated by the passive mist

again as he teleported once more, appearing in a small oasis of

perfect black obsidian stone unblemished and the runes upon them forever humming with power. The talk today had brought back memories that he was incapable of forgetting… quite literally. He went over and put his hand on the smaller of the two obelisks as he once more closed his eyes, just allowing himself to be stuck in

looked at the far larger obelisk as Vilastromoz smiled faintly. “Yeah yeah, I know; I’m

knew exactly