Chapter 993: Home at Long Last
"Sera, would you please...?"
Those were the words Quinlan heard when he returned from the Soul Realm with his consciousness. Rosie and Rykar arrived next. He used air magic to make the limbless old man levitate, not wishing to disgrace him by letting him on the ground.
Quinlan had a lot of thoughts about Rykar, and not at all were all of them positive, but he wouldn’t make fun of his crippled state just for the sake of it. Especially not when the man lost his prosthetics while fighting a literal god invading his world.
As for the words uttered...
They came from Jasmine.
"Sera, please... I suffered a great deal at the hands of my father. But my misery doesn’t compare to what my mother went through. I want her to be the one to end him. To hurt him. To decide how long his agony should last. She spent my whole life locked away, and knowing this bastard..." Jasmine’s jaw tightened, "... she was likely forced to endure more than just idleness."
Silence followed.
Seraphiel, who had spent most of the torture session offering snide medical commentary with cheeky remarks swapped with her sisters and Iris, now grew quiet. She stared at Jasmine’s bowed figure. The woman’s posture was firm on the surface, but the tremble of her shoulders betrayed how deep this request went.
With a soft sigh, Seraphiel rose from her seat and walked over.
Two gentle hands landed on Jasmine’s shoulders.
"...Why are you bowing to me?" she asked. "I’m your equal. Your friend. And if I’m not wrong, you just had the time of your life, didn’t you?" A teasing grin tugged at her lips. "So, of course, I’ll help you out. You don’t need to ask so seriously."
Jasmine’s breath caught.