At the same time, Samael slowly raised his right hand, curled his fingers forward, and chanted solemnly.
"I govern slaughter; I govern life.
What I wound, I heal."
"For your sins, be anointed with oil and branded with a mark.
Eternal life is granted by death.
Forgiveness lies in the present; the oath is sealed through my incarnation..."
Accompanied by the baptism of sacred words, a drop of golden-red blood drifted from his fingertip and merged into the crimson-black mist.
In an instant, the mist churned violently. Bone and flesh condensed, rapidly weaving themselves into a living body according to the King of the Wild Hunt's soul, completely absorbing the scattered divinity of death.
Done!
As the body devoured the last wisp of black mist and drifted down, Samael leaped forward, snatched up a coat, and draped it over her, concealing her enticing exposed curves.
"Is this your so-called solution?"
Rin Tohsaka stared at the shapely King of the Wild Hunt in Samael's arms, frowning as she snorted coldly.
Based on past experience, she seriously suspected this guy's true motives.
"Using a tangible vessel to seal something intangible is a very reliable method. I've tested it more than once, so don't worry."
After roughly dressing the newborn goddess, Samael turned back and made his guarantee with complete confidence, unafraid of the suspicious scrutiny from the women.
Because just as he had said, conceptual existences such as dreams, death, and compassion were difficult to erase completely. If one wanted to make them controllable, the best method was to create tangible vessels and turn them into seals similar to Jinchuriki.
That was the conclusion he had reached after repeatedly testing Melly and Goetia.
Likewise, now that the King of the Wild Hunt had a body forged from his flesh and blood, the