Ford's Study...

As he downed another glass of alcohol, Ford could not help but marvel at how calm he was. After all, Emily's screams were so loud and embarrassed him greatly.

It hurt and he was quite sure he would never forget her as she was an exotic beauty that had captured his heart. Even at that moment, he could not bring himself to think badly of her.

He remembered the times he had been with her and being unable to bring her the climax that was clear that she craved. It did not matter how hard he tried or how diligent he was, he could never bring her satisfaction and that was actually what annoyed him in this situation.

What he had been incapable of doing, Hal had done so easily and in the process captured Emily's heart and by consequence, Ford's own soul.

Although the memory of the bet had been a little foggy due to alcohol, it became clear once the conditions were met. The moment he lost control of his soul, he came to three realizations,

Hal was not human.

Hal was a Devil.

And Hal was now his Master.

*Knock* *Knock*

As soon as the knock had sounded, Amelia walked into the study and sighed at the sight of her father.

She had decided to come here instead of interrupting Hal and her mother, fully aware that it would be very difficult for her father to accept the turn of events and might even go in there and let out his anger,

"Father?" She called and Ford who had not bothered to look up from the glass on his hand looked up now once he heard his daughter's voice.

Amelia's mouth opened and Ford knew she was about to ask how he was. Since he was not completely drunk yet, he raised his hand with a smile,

"I'm fine dear. How are you?" He asked. Concerned that his daughter might be feeling betrayed at that moment.

The only reason she would be fine is if she had no idea, right?

Amelia smiled a little sheepishly,

"I'm fine, Father" She said and there was something about her expression when she said it that caused Ford's eyes to widen,

She knew!

His daughter, the apple of his eye knew what was happening in the Manor at the moment, as well as who it was happening between!

Also, he could tell that she was very fine with it. In fact, she looked like she might have suggested it.

Ford's mouth opened wide and he seemed to choke as he grabbed his chest and looked at Amelia with his eyes wide from total disbelief.

Amelia went around the desk and knelt next to him while wrapping her arms around him,

"It's better this way Dad. This is the best solution for everyone."

While her words might have been soothing, the fact that it sounded very similar to what Emily once said to him only served to increase his feeling of despair.

...

Emily's Room...

Emily was indignant. It was not that she was super eager to be involved with the war but the fact that Hal did not want her to be part and just explicitly said so, made her more interested in being a part than ever.

Hal could see that in her eyes and smiled as he put on a coat to complete his attire and told her all that had been deduced about the Plebeian master and his uncertainty on what the Master's realm of cultivation was.

While Hal did not really expect the Master to be stronger than Emily, it would still do well to be cautious.

As such there was no need for Emily to get involved fighting people she could take care of with a single Aurora, just as she had just done.

Instead, it would be wise to keep her as a secret weapon who's strength, he was almost totally certainty Master knew nothing about.

Emily was quiet while he reiterated it all to her and she stroked her perfect chin with one hand while her other arm was below her ample boobs and the way she perked them up caused her boobs to be scrunched up together.

Giving Hal a nice view.

"Fine" Emily eventually agreed and Hal was glad they came to an agreement.

Because much as it would have been easy to let Emily take care of their low leveled forces, what would have been the point of having his men cultivate.

In that sort of situation, they would not even get first-hand battle experiences, which was something he truly believed they needed and was essential to his weeding process.

"Nice" he said and opened her room door to reveal Fidel who had been the only one spared from the Aurora attack but had still being knocked out due to the wind its exploding force released.

Hal shook his head and walked away from the scene. There was someone he needed to speak to...

Emily watched her door get closed again and once he was no longer in the room, she let her happiness spill out and show on her face, such that she could not help but smile.

Thanks to their mind-meld, Emily knew that every time Hal slept with a woman always felt good to him or more accurately, it always felt better.

The next time he decided to sleep with Emily would feel even better than it had today. It seemed like the perfect failsafe to always keep him horny and wanting more. It was a wonder to her, now that she had felt a little slimmer of it, that Hal did not devote the whole of his life to Sex.

And by that, she meant why he did not simply stay home and continue to bed chicks because that's what she felt like doing as the feeling was two-way.

It was not an effect of the Mind-meld because she could tell that this what all those who slept with Hal would feel and why they become addicted to him and the appendage between his legs.

Anyway, now that he was gone, she studied his essence and contrary to what her ladies and Daughter had said, Emily did not believe it was Primal seed. It was something even better.

After all, while Primal seed was in a nutshell, the 'Perfect seed' it did not have the ability to grant a burst in energy and sexual appetite and Stamina.

If it did she would have known.

After all, back home, while Primal was said to be rare, it was only actually rare to be born with it.

There were Techniques that could help a Dual cultivator refine his Essence so that it became perfect. So that it became 'Primal'.

If Hal's seed was Primal, then no other man should even think of boasting that his was Primal as well.

His outstripped any other she had heard or even had spilled into her during the phase where all Tom, Dick, and Harry came over to try and 'fix' her.

She could not help but wonder where it was Hal had gotten such perfection from. After all, while the Doxons did Dual cultivate, she did not believe Svetlana did and the Doxon family bloodline did not have these peculiarities.

Not to even mention the small fry that was Gregory Payne and this city.

There was no way the combination of Doxon and Payne could create the Perfect Devil she now knew Hal undoubtedly was. So what experiences had the young man had to become how he now was.

After all, such blessings did not simply fall from the sky, right?

Emily shook her head to clear away those wandering thoughts.

There were obviously still a lot of mysteries about Hal and she had her whole existence to try and trickle it out of him... while having a lot of fun of course.

She sat cross-legged and her perfect, perky and large boobs wobbled delectably. (A shame Hal was not there to see it) and she began to refine his essence.

She had been at the peak stage of the Cosmic Aurora realm for so long and it had been frustrating to try and advance with Ford's sub-par seed.

Now that she had good quality essence, she could finally complete that push and begin to construct her Cosmic Pagoda.

...

Meanwhile,

Hal walked the Halls of Horst Manor not giving a crap what any of the nosy maids and servants were discussing.

It was time he started seeing this kind of reaction to his promiscuity as an everyday thing...

He arrived in front of Ford's study and having scouted ahead with Astral sense, he knew Ford was in there as well as a certain young lady.

And he pushed open the door to see Amelia comforting her father by rubbing his shoulders,

"Amelia, could you give your father and me some privacy?" He asked with a smile while Amelia looked worried that something terrible was about to happen.

"We'll be civil" Hal promised her with a smile while Ford seemed to perk up and slur his words,

"The hell we will... Hic!"

Clearly, he was drunk.

Amelia gave one last look at the two, Ford behind his desk downing another glass of wine and Hal with his hands behind his back before she walked out of the study.

This seemed like a good time to find Marla and have a girl talk.

Once Amelia was out of the study, Hal took the seat opposite Ford and could not help but have a little case of deja vu. This was after all, how they had been seated on the day Ford had bet his soul.

He was even drunk just like on that day.

The only thing that was different was likely to be what they were wearing.

Hal sighed.

Did he pity Ford? No.

No, he did not.

He wanted Emily so he took her. Whether Ford bet his soul or not would not have changed that.

Since he gave the Masked lady a massage, he had considered her his woman, then and there and nothing as trivial as who she had children with was going to change that.

The look in Ford's eyes was deathly and while Hal knew the sentiment was genuine, he also recognized that it was the alcohol that fueled whatever actions he would take.

He wanted the Horst Lord's head to be clear for this so he stretched a finger towards his chest and siphoned all alcoholic content from Ford's system which he easily refined.

Ford's eyes cleared up and Hal said,

"Now, let's talk"