Hal drove all of the liquified Devil energy he had inside his body as well as the essence he had gotten from his session with Melinda which he coupled with all that he had reaped from the mutated guards and began the process,

His Devil bloodline grew stronger and with it came an increase in his natural strength but the true increase was bound to be sensed once he took on the Mid-world devil form.

His resilience and speed as well as the effectiveness of his {Regeneration} were all aspects where Hal noticed an increase but since that had not really been the aim of this whole refinement and absorption, he mostly ignored it.

Instead, he pushed in for that Bloodline that seemed so close he could almost quite literally touch it. He actually reached out in what looked to be an attempt to touch it.

And then he was gone from the room as his consciousness sunk into his very Dark soul World.

The two demons, Maya and Tiberius were nowhere to be seen which Hal felt was to be expected as he began to receive a swam of information on the Demonic bloodline he had discovered;

The Shadow Demon.

The wiliest of all Demonic Bloodlines that was known for its significantly weaker body but incredible speed that remains unrivaled against all other Demonic Bloodlines.

Also, the bloodline allowed an array of abilities that were heavily along the line of espionage and making use of trickery to worm their way into the forces of the enemy.

Those of the Shadow Demonic Bloodline were the ones who ran the Primeval Devil Queen's secret corps and were in charge of infiltrating enemies with their wily ways.

Anyways,

As Hal stood on the cusp of discovering the Shadow Demonic Bloodline (since he had only received the information and not the actual Demonic ability), he could not help but feel excited at the possibilities and how advantageous it was bound to be for him.

In fact, he could argue that it could not have come at a better time with him in the midst of those who surpassed him in strength so greatly. A Bloodline of tricks could be just what he needed.

Plus, with him going with Devon Dane on an Expedition against Dystopian powerhouses where the Dane monster planned to discover what it was he was hiding, the Shadow demon ways could be how he survived.

There was no meditation needed in the Dark soul world which did not come as a surprise to Hal because while when he had discovered the other bloodlines, he had not made a trip into the soul world to do so, he still knew the process was fairly automatic and would act more as an impartation.

An impartation by virtue of his bloodline.

However, he waited for the process to actually begin and was a little confused by the fact that it was taking much longer time than he expected.

Then he narrowed his eyes when the process began but was obviously different from what he had experienced previously. There was a presence with him in that Soul world.

A presence that had always been there but never deemed fit to make its presence known.

From the deepest recesses of his very Dark Soul world came an even deeper shade of darkness. One that was incredibly similar, NAY, was exactly the same shade as the art of his Bloodline he tapped into when he wanted to make use of a sliver of the Primeval Devil authority.

A sliver of his mother's authority.

If that was the case, Hal thought, it stood to reason that the presence that was about to make itself known was that woman...

And sure enough...

The Darkness congealed and formed into arguably the most beautiful woman Hal had seen to date.

Her hair was incredibly Dark and looked to have been woven from nightmares, hence its nightmarish hue.

There were two aspects to the woman he was now gazing at:

The first was her beauty which as stated earlier was most likely the most beautiful he had seen so far.

This woman, who Hal could tell with certainty was his mother, the Primeval Devil Queen or more accurately, an apparition of her had a wicked beauty about her. The smirk on her face and the slight and almost imperceptible narrowing of her eyes made it look like she was examining and assessing him and whoever else she looked at.

She was insanely seductive even though she remained stationary and just merely looking into her Dark eyes which despite retaining the normal white color of a sclera still released occasional bursts of nightmarish fog, had the effect of pulling someone in.

Corrupting their mind with nefarious thoughts of what they would love to try to do with her and what she would do for and to them regardless of whatever their sexual orientation or lack thereof was.

It did not have that effect on Hal, not because he was her son, but because this was not actually the real deal. This was the imprint in his bloodline which had been singing lullabies out of sight.

Knowledge of what the real deal was capable of which he was learning through his Bloodline was somehow mixing with his own observation of what the Imprint was capable of.

Her body was perfect and looked to be the sublime mix and combination of matured and seasoned beauty with eternal youth.

Her cantaloupe-like breasts were particularly pleasing to look at and even though she was facing Hal, her perfect and perky-looking backside was teased by her wide flaring hips and small waist.

Then the second aspect to this woman (imprint) was the power that she rippled. It was not the real power, of course, it was not even five percent of what the Primeval Devil Queen was truly capable of but it was enough to instill fear in any and all Mortals just by being in her presence.

It was a passive ability that Hal was confident no mortal could ever hope to reproduce.

Seeing as she was simply standing and not making any attempt to say the first words, Hal decided to take initiative,

"So... I'm guessing you did not show up just to state at my face, undoubtedly handsome as I am"

The woman's smirk became even more obvious,

"Slipping a boast of your looks into your first conversation with your mother, Hmm, that's a little unorthodox don't you think?"

Hal shrugged,

"I had feeling being unorthodox and mostly unpredictable was your thing."

The woman was silent for a few seconds before nodding,

"Fair point. I'm not saying you are right of course but at least you have a point.

So... Are you going to run over here and give me a hug?" She asked with her arms now spread wide.

Hal shook his head,

"I didn't know if you would want that" he said.

She shrugged,

"It doesn't matter. It would be nice to feel my son's hug. However, I doubt you can hug or touch me at the moment since this is just mostly an apparition through which I am projecting my will and I am only doing it because we have so much to talk about."

Needless to say, Hal did not exactly believe she would actually love to feel his hug, especially since he could tell that she was not actually the touchy feeling type of person,

"What's your name?" He asked.

Whether he liked the situation or even the woman or not, it did not change the fact that she was his mother and he still wished to know a few things about her and about their relationship.

Mostly relating to why he grew up as an orphan on earth.

The woman gave her first genuine smile, one that was brimming with supreme confidence,

"I am the Mistress of Evil, Supreme overlord, and the Primeval Devil Queen.

I am Nihasa"