Luke focused on his soul. He could feel how potent the summon was, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready as he summoned it.
FLASH!
The air in his office shrunk to a ball, and then it dispersed with a burst of light. This showed that whatever summon this was, it was mighty.
Luke took steps back and covered his eyes, but the light persisted. He knew the Dark Dragonlord couldn’t be responsible for something this holy, so Luke concluded that he summoned the Empyreal Angel instead.
From the prolonged brilliance, a pious voice spoke to him. He wasn’t sure if the speaker was curious or furious.
"Was it you who summoned me?"
Dumbstruck by the encounter, Luke stammered, "Uh... yeah. That’s me. Are you... the Empyreal Angel?"
"I am a Seraph, highest potential of all Empyreal Angels, the light of Order, the will of Civilization, and the shield of Creation," the Empyreal Angel replied. "That duty has ended. Now I serve you, Master."
After her proclamation, the light she emitted began to fade away, giving Luke a view of what he summoned. First, her body outline, then the other details like the tone of her skin, her figure, and the eerie angel wings on her back.
"Holy... this is the Empyreal Angel?"
How could an angel look like this? Luke thought angels were beautiful beings with white robes, glowing wings, and helping faces. A good example would be the portraits of his mother.
But the woman floating in front of him had only just one alikeness: glowing wings. The rest were out of the window.
The Empyreal Angel was 9ft tall with a wingspan of 35ft, making her the most intimidating thing he had ever seen.
Also, she didn’t have a helping face. She had a resting-bitch face complemented by golden eyes, thick seductive lips, and a simple nose. Her cheekbones were well-defined too, and her jawline rivalled Luke’s.
The Empyreal Angel remained levitated as her master inspected her from head to toe because he had no choice but to. Her body was out of this world—because it was out of this world!
No woman could achieve these kinds of proportions, because unlike humans lost to misfortune, the Empyreal Angel was shaped by divine hands who had taste. They created something that could tempt any man and make even the strongest one lose his train of thought.
Her hips were very wide. Her breasts were round and big, and her thighs were thick and meaty. There was no modesty here at all.
"Where is the armor I made her..." Luke whispered to himself.
The Angel pointed at herself.
"My collar is here."
She touched the collar around her neck.
"My armlets are here."
She pointed to the things around her arms.
"And my anklets are here."
Luke stared at those thin strips of gold on her skin he remembered forging.
"They’re barely even armor," he whispered again. "They don’t cover anything."
"Yes," the Empyreal Angel replied. "I am not a War Angel. Therefore, I do not require full armor."
Could it be because she was divine and had no concept of human shame? Whatever the reason, she didn’t seem bothered by standing naked in front of a man.
"Excuse me. You keep answering me when I’m whispering to myself. Do you have super hearing or what?" Luke asked.
"Yes, I do," the Empyreal Angel replied.
Because she did not understand human relationships, she was aloof to the fact that Luke wasn’t actually looking for an answer, so she kept going, listing her abilities like a robot.
"Super hearing too, perception, flight, resistance, my breath can also purify water, my sight can pierce walls. I also have the ability to—"
"That’s enough, that’s enough," Luke interrupted, waving his hands as he cut off the endless list. "Ms... what is your name, by the way?"
"I told you. I am Seraph, highest potential of all Empyreal Angels, the light of Order, the will of Civilization, and the—"
"Seraph? What kind of name is that?" Luke asked. "Isn’t a Seraph a type of angel? That’s just like me telling you my name is Teenager. From now on, your name will be... Seraphina."
The newly named angel took some time to process it; Luke could see she was confused.
All her life, Seraphina only knew herself as part of the group of Empyreal Angels destined to become Seraphs. That group was her entire identity, so she didn’t have her own titles.
By giving her a distinct name, her master forced her to realize she was her own independent being. And so, for the first time in her existence, she wondered if she was meant to be more than the role she had always known herself by.
If she was a being of her own, then she deserved a name of her own too...
Good thing Luke was a clever guy. By keeping ’Seraph’ in Seraphina, she wouldn’t think she had lost connection to her roots.
"Master, if that is the name you wish for me, then name me," she said, her golden eyes as fierce as a lion as she placed a hand on one breast to pledge. "I am Seraphina, your Empyreal Angel."
Luke calmed down and took a breath.
He had successfully awakened his second Mythic summon.
Everything was in check, and the contract had to be Dominion-ranked.
He still couldn’t believe a collar, armlets, and anklets—armors that looked less important—had given him a divine being who was also very sexy as a bonus.
However, he couldn’t just walk around with a naked summon.
Luke could solve this by crossbreeding.
By crossbreeding Man Cloth into her armors, he could get clothing for Seraphina.
He had some Insect Cloth in his inventory, but Luke felt that material was too mundane for an angel. Man Cloth was the best option.
He stared at her, wondering what size would even fit her body.
Did Seraphina forget to tell him she could read his thoughts?
"Master, I can make myself smaller if that would be easier for you to work on my body."
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