The giggle behind Nier was light, pyful, but it carried a joyful but seductive tone.

  Bel's hands lingered over his eyes for a second longer, her fingers soft but firm, as she had to tip toe to reach him, her perfume, a perfume instantly catching Nier's nose.

  Like smoked amber, flooding his senses. She pulled her hands away, stepping around to face him, her mismatched eyes, one green, one yellow, properly met his red eye's.

  Her lips, painted a deep crimson, curled into a beautiful smile, and instantly Nier felt a familiar twist in his gut.

  His curse long infected her being, but now the corruption proceeded to spread further, turning her interest into a wildfire.

  Bel at Nier, both hand's cd behind her back, as she said to spoke up saying.

  "Bel is just fine."

  She said.

  "Lady Zane is way too stuffy, don't you think? And Ms. Fixer? Pfft, that is a name I would prefer a clients to call me."

  She tilted her head, her long blonde hair spilling over one shoulder, however unlike before where dragged on the ground, it stop south of her ass.

  Her outfit was simple but bold...bck, skin-tight, and unapologetic about it. The top was a halter-style piece with a wide cutout that showed just enough to make anyone look twice, hugging her chest and shoulders like it was made for her alone. It dipped down to meet a thin strap of fabric around her waist, leaving bits of skin showing where the outfit broke apart.

  From there, the bck continued down into thigh-high leggings that looked painted on, clinging to her hips and legs until they disappeared just above the knees. From the back, the outfit cut low....really low, held together by thin straps that made it clear this wasn’t meant for modesty.

  She dress as if she knew exactly the kind of attention she drew and didn’t mind one bit, finished by her rather fashionable bck boots.

  Nier kept his arms folded, leaning against the Phantom's door, his red eyes locking onto hers.

  "Alright, Bel it is. I would say you are te, but I think I am just way too early. Kaynd said 2:00, and just 1:30."

  His tone was cocky as it was casual, but he was testing her, probing to see how deep the curse had sunk its cws.

  Bel ughed, a sound that danced between cute and unhinged, her eyes never leaving his.

  "Ahh don't worry about it, I like a man who is way ahead of schedule."

  She stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the heat off her body, her gaze flicking over his crimson bzer and silver skull ring.

  "And hot damn, like this style, more than your st one. Gothic attire suits you. Bet it drives the girls wild."

  Her fingers brushed his arm, lingering just a second too long, and Nier's skin prickled. Yup, the curse was in full swing.

  Inside the Phantom, Kaly's tiny doll form sat up on the dashboard, her chocote-brown skin shimmering, her red eyes glinting with amusement as she watched her man through the tinted window, invisible to Bel.

  Her tiny ass wiggled, hooves tapping, her voice echoing in Nier's mind.

  'Oh this one is quite assertive I like it.'

  Nier smirked, catching Kaly's vibe but keeping his focus on Bel.

  "So, you done packing or what? Kaynd said you're crashing at my pce, and I ain't got all day. Got shit to do, princess"

  He opened the Phantom's passenger door for her."

  Bel's smile sharpened, and she slid into the seat, her leather skirt creaking as she crossed her legs,.

  "Oh, I am packed. My stuff is already in the trunk."

  "Ha!? Wait when did you...

  "..."

  "..."

  "... Sigh, I won't even bather asking Jesus Christ you move fast and quiet."

  Bel just giggle at his suprise expression as she patted the seat next to her, her mismatched eyes gleaming.

  "Come on, my handsome driver. Let us get moving. I wanna see this estate of yours. Bet it's as sexy as you are."

  Nier chuckled, sliding into the driver's seat, the engine purring to life as he pulled the Phantom back into the flow of Lunaris City's traffic.

  The skyscrapers loomed like steel titans, neon signs buzzing, the air thick with the ctter of wealth and ambition.

  Kaly however teleported in Nier shoulder hiding behind his long hair, so Bel couldn't see her.

  Her tail flicking on his neck as she spoke in his head.

  'I can already tell this one is going to be a lot of fun fufufu.'

  But despite not getting a proper read on Bel as of yet. Nier kept his cool, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, his crimson velvet bzer creasing slightly as he leaned into a turn.

  Nier’s lips twitched into a smirk, the silver skull ring on his finger glinting as he adjusted his grip even tighter on the steering wheel.

  "So, Bel…

  His tone caught her attention immediately.

  "Yes?"

  She replied, tilting her head.

  "Tell me a bit about yourself. For starters, what is a Zane princess doing all the way out here in Lunaris isn't your family main residency in the third sector."

  Nier asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

  Bel gave a small hum before answering.

  "Well yes it is, also...despite the title, I'm sort of the bck sheep of my family. It's… complicated you see but to make it short, and sweet I chose to focus on my studies in biology and chemistry. In my family, every princess is required to choose a mate by the age of eighteen. That mate must have what my father calls 'strong genetics,' since our family is obsessed with selective breeding. He wanted to marry me off to the second eldest son of the Losmora family as his third wife."

  Her voice turned sharp and sour even annoyed at the name.

  "But I refused. I might be the second-born and the most gifted among my siblings, but I wanted my own path. Luckily, my mother managed to convince him to let me attend ZGV University to continue my studies, he owns half of it anyway. The catch is, I have until graduation to find a worthy husband. Otherwise, he will force me to marry that arrogant monkey, or worse, erase my memories and reprogram me into his ideal daughter, just like he did to several of my siblings in the past who defied him. So… you could say I am out here looking for a proper husband. One that I actually want to be with."

  Nier raised a brow at her words and replied back to her saying.

  "Yikes. That must be rough. So… have you found anyone suitable yet?"

  Bel smiled softly and nodded.

  "Yes... As a matter of fact I did."

  Her reply came quick. She gnced at him from the corner of her eye, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

  Nier didn't need to ask, he already knew she was talking about him. Still, he kept quiet, pretending not to notice.

  But what she said next caught him completely off guard.

  'I found the love of my life around the same time I met you. But my family is… strict. The only way for that man to become my husband is by completing four trials, each designed by the bride herself. So far, my current and still prominent fiancés has completed two of my assign trials, even though I made them as difficult as I could."

  Bel said with great disappointment and dissatisfaction.

  "I see…

  Nier said slowly.

  "You really must hate the Losmora family, huh?"

  "More than anything in this world."

  Bel spat, her expression twisting.

  "Just thinking about them makes me sick."

  "Hm. Then tell me."

  Nier leaned forward, curious.

  "What exactly are these trials?"

  "I can't say sorry."

  She replied, folding her arms.

  "It mostly because it is a deeply rooted Family tradition so deeply inflicted within me genes that even if I wanted I can't speak of it as the cells in my body prohibited me to even speak. But according to an agreement between my parents, once I find the person I love, my mother, the Second Lady of the House, will be the one to oversee the trials in my stead."

  'Well, isn't that interesting news.'

  Kaly's voice echoed in Nier's mind, dripping with amusement.

  'That means, darling, you could be tested at any given moment, if we take her word seriously.'

  Nier sighed inwardly.

  'So basically, the moment Bel fell for me, I got wrapped up in her family's marriage customs.'

  'Exactly.'

  Kaly replied, her tone proud.

  'But it doesn't matter. You're my Apostle you have nothing but good genetic I dare say even the best in creation. Even though I embody fertility, I am also the essence of life itself. The power of Unlimited makes you one of the most dangerous Apostles in existence as young as you are when compare to the other nine out there. You're built to embody life's full potential, extremely adaptable, relentless, unstoppable. You are my greatest creation, Nier. A being born to become the ultimate weapon. With enough time to grow, and training to back it, you will inevitably become evolution and adaption made flesh, the Ultimate killing machine.'

  'Yeah… you're right!'

  Nier thought, determination sharpening in his chest.

  'I won't doubt myself. I'll take on those trials, and prove I am not someone to be taken lightly.'

  Nier vowed to himself as he mentally prepared himself for the hard trials ahead.

  'Still my instincts are screaming impregnate her, so it's win-win anyways like hell I am going to make some random mortal take my woman away from me. My harem is mines alone, and not the other way around, I will crush anyone who dare to take that away from me.'

  'That's the spirit darling, let your blood boil, you will get your chance to shine don't worry.'

  With that Nier turned to Bel and said, pying ignorant and utterly oblivious.

  "Well I hope whoever this lucky man is, he can live up to your expectations."

  Bel smiled softly at Nier's words and replied back saying.

  "I really hope he does, but something deep down tell's me he will be just fine, as his future wife even if he doesn't know it yet, I trust in his abilities."

  Nier chuckled,. replying back just as quick.

  "I am 100% sure he will indeed."

  With that the ride back home was mostly quiet.