Limitless The Strongest Revenant

It was certainly amusing to see the women bonding with each other. I gave everyone some space as I approached the growing pile of plunder I had won in this war.

A dwarf was busy organizing the teams working on it. Unlike the women, the men congratulated me once and went back to work.

"Addison, what have you got for me?"

"We've got a bunch of monster and zombie corpses. They were the bodies that Savior smuggled in, so we got good money. We also have the reaper corpses lined up over there."

I looked around and noticed a few faces that I recognized. The body of the fat bastard Machiavelli was particularly gruesome. He had bones showing from being burned so badly. His lackeys, the kid and the grandpa, were also in pieces.

I couldn't help but notice the expressions of those who still had faces. Their faces were distorted with agony. At least for the Wraiths. The Phantoms all had lifeless expressions, like dolls.

Many of them had shattered soulgems. Some of the bodies still had their gems, but were desiccated like mummies. Many of the corpses looked familiar to me.

Marv and Kenny, who were part of the first wave, the ones I used to goad the first wave.

Logan Hart, who was the leader of the second wave.

Reuben Alford, Jayden Ryan, Elliot Poole, Tyrell Whitley, the four Phantoms who were part of the third. It was a frightening realization.

Unlike the enlistment, I had left the bodies and forgotten about them. Now I not only murdered these people, I was going to make soulgear out of their corpses. Even murderers or rapists stopped once the person was dead.

Yet I felt nothing.

Morally, my mind was screaming for me to stop. But objectively, just by having {Day by Day}, I was somehow able to win this war. No matter how horrible what I was about to do was, it didn't matter.

Even if they were humans, reapers, or demons, I would kill them all to save my girls and myself. I was a demon. I had no reason to cling to morality. Not when I lacked the power.

So I was perfectly willing to do anything and everything necessary to survive Hellsgate. After all, Robert already told me. The souls the reapers used as currency were the same souls that made up a human.

'I used souls to activate {Fate} and even liquidated them into cold, hard cash. '

Reapers were beyond evil. Every soul I used was someone's parent, child, and lover. No wonder we were forced into this unwinnable war. It was as if Heaven wanted to see how evil humans could become.

'Better stop such thoughts,' I warned myself.

Logan had {Spare Organ}, Reuben telepathy, Jayden a sixth sense, Elliot super speed and Tyrell an elastic body. I didn't know who I could salvage, but there were 200 reapers here, so I should be able to get some at least.

Addison and the Ten Graves concentrated on the monster and zombie corpses. As for the Reaper corpses that were lined up, no one touched them. It was then that Phillip and Will stepped forward.

"My Lord, how do you wish to dispose of the reapers of Savior?"

I felt it in my soul. I was at a crossroads.

One path before me was to treat these reapers as humans and bury them. To give their soulgems to their forsaken.

But the other was the path of a demon. To defile every Reaper corpse and every Soulgem.

Once I started treating the fallen reapers as resources, it would spread to Hellsend. After all, if I could do that to our enemies, what would stop me from doing it to our allies?

But their thoughts did not matter to me in the least. This was the consequence of my decision. I would fight for my future and that of the Sirens. That meant I would do everything I could for them.

But it also meant that I would show no mercy to anyone else.

"Turn them all into Soulgear. Afterwards, inform the Sirens that they can do whatever they want with the Soulgear."

"I understand. Then what about the soul core, my lord?"

"The what? What's a soul core?" I asked in confusion.

"My lord. A reaper begins with a soulgem. When he reaches the point where he can ascend to a Specter. His Soulgem increases in size and evolves into a Soul Core," Will explained.

"Show me."

Will then handed me a crystal that was about three feet tall. When I saw it, I immediately recognized the sensation.

'Fuck, it feels exactly like being near a soul crystal. You're not telling me that soul cores are what make up a soul crystal? FUCK!'

I tried to keep a straight face, keeping my composure.

"What can they be used for?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"My lord, they are generally used to power systems that require soul. Like the barriers and facilities that run the battlefront. If you are to create your own domain, we would need them in large quantities in the near future."

"I see. Then keep them for now. I will discuss with the Sirens how to use them."

"And what about the demon's body, my lord?"

"Is it valuable?"

"Very. Though we lack the expertise to process it at this time."

"Have Cynthia find a way to store it safely. We will use it in future negotiations."

As my girls continued to laugh with the others, I began to think about the battles to come. This was the first of many conflicts I would have with other Reapers. And I was sure it wouldn't be the last.

However, I did not want to delude myself into thinking that I had no choice. Almost everyone I knew was trying to stop me. But I chose this path. And as I walked this road, the number of bodies and lives I would trample would be countless.

But I was willing.

While the Sirens had a dark past. There was no reason for their futures to be bleak as well. Though they had chosen to accompany me, it did not mean that I intended to leave everything to them.

I will shoulder their sins. But I refuse to share mine. And unfortunately for anyone who stood in my way, I had no qualms about destroying anything in my path. Suddenly, however, my thoughts were interrupted.

A white-haired figure suddenly appeared near me and started pulling my arm.

"Possum! Why the hell are you brooding over there? Come on, let go!"

When I saw the happiness radiating from her smile, the dark feelings I had suddenly vanished.

"Kitten, I'm coming. I'm coming. You will tear my suit."

"So what? We'll buy another one! The Invincible Bastard is making a press announcement. Let's watch it together!"

I looked back at Phillip and he nodded.

That was what I liked about this bastard, he understood how I rolled.

Being pulled by my Australian lover, I allowed myself to forget all the darkness over the horizon. After all, it was impossible to have sunny skies all the time.

At least for this brief peace I was experiencing, I would enjoy it to the utmost. Such moments would give me the strength to continue along the road I had chosen.

For until I died or Hellsgate was closed, I would not stop.