Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[93] Single Handedly

Medea sensed with a surreal awareness that her teacher, Hecate, had undergone subtle yet significant changes in these past few days.

The Hecate of yesteryears, cloaked entirely in the enigmatic veil akin to the deep night, always exuded an aura of coolness, etherealness, sanctity, and nobility, akin to the luminous moonlight in the night sky.

Yet in recent days, Hecate seemed to maintain the appearance of a seductive beauty for longer durations. Her body surged with an increasingly potent flow of energy. With every graceful step, her slender waist and voluptuous hips swayed enchantingly, a sensuality that even the veil couldn't conceal, arousing a captivating allure.

Hecate had woven her long black hair into waves reminiscent of the sea. Between her brows adorned with a tear-shaped mole, she applied eye makeup tinged with a drunken blush, adding a dignified charm to every smile and frown, radiating an intoxicating allure.

Wrapped in black fabric, her goddess-like skin exuded a misty allure, accentuating the curves hidden within the sheer fabric, tempting even Medea, who was growing into her own as a witch, leaving her somewhat parched.

Her teacher... seemed to have become even more beautiful, more enchanting.

That clear and beautiful face of the goddess was simply irresistible.

This... could this be the married woman charm that His Highness often described?

The goddess's bewitching beauty made even the burgeoning witch feel somewhat inadequate.

Yet, every thought of His Highness's devoted love filled Medea with a sense of triumph. Such trivial matters hardly mattered when she had won His Highness's heart.

What of the goddess? Wasn't her energy all bestowed by His Highness, bit by bit? She was, after all, the witch nurtured by His Highness's own hands!

However, the teacher's condition seemed to be gradually improving, much to Medea's genuine delight.

In these past few days, Hecate no longer emphasized maintaining physical distance between them, often providing her with intimate magical guidance, hand in hand.

"So, teacher, have you managed to control the process of devilization?"

Medea asked joyfully under Hecate's personal tutelage, practicing the dark curse magic.

To this, the goddess of the dark moon simply smiled faintly, her enchanting face appearing serene and dignified, leaving Medea momentarily stunned.

"Yes, perfectly under control. I have no desire to consume humans anymore."

Hecate said lightly.

However, Hecate was actually reassuring Medea.

The fear of darkness is ingrained in human blood.

By actively integrating the concept of the Darkness Devil with the authority of the night, Hecate was suppressing the devil's malice with her own intellect, hoping to alleviate some pressure from the Olympian gods.

Unless human fear and malice are completely eradicated, the process of devilization is irreversible.

Hecate chose to isolate herself deep in the underworld to suppress her desire for bloodshed.

As long as she remained unseen, she wouldn't crave human flesh.

In Hecate's mind, the overwhelming desire to consume human flesh had been replaced by another, more intense desire.

For these past few days, she had been well fed by Kratos.

In a sense, could this be considered feeding?