Vincent leapt forward; his eyes focused intently on the dummy, his feet planted, ready to dash and stab the doll with his spear and dodge its attacks easily.
His speed seemed to increase quickly, and he found himself faster than ever, "Strange..." He whispered as the small Astaroth-type dummy smashed him in the stomach causing spit and blood to ooze from his lips.
However!
Without any flinching or fear, Vincent screamed, "come again!"
As if mocking him, the dummy did just that, slamming his face onto the floor once more. The pain shot through him as he felt the wind leave his lungs, but he kept going, refusing to let go until the end. As soon as he had regained enough breath, he charged back in.
This time, however, the dummy turned away and swung its arm at him, which he quickly avoided by leaping backwards. With another swing of its fist, he ducked under it, grabbed hold of one leg and pulled it upwards while twisting his body to avoid the punch coming straight for his chest. It missed, sending him flying across the room. He landed hard on his side and rolled over twice to get back up quickly.
This time though, the dummy moved even quicker. Before Vincent could react, he was struck with a kick to the ribs followed by an uppercut to his chin, making his vision blur and see stars. But still, he pushed himself up, only to be hit with a knee strike to the groin.
With all his strength gone, he fell flat against the ground, unable to breathe. His whole world became nothing but darkness and agony; everything hurt. All he wanted now was death. Yet, despite how much it pained him, he refused to give in. And with a last surge of energy, he got up slowly and took a stance.
"Hah...Hah...! This amount of pain isn't enough to make me submit!" Vincent growled.
But the next blow sent him tumbling again. When he finally managed to stand up, the dummy stood beside him, waiting for him to try to charge it.
"You're too fast," Vincent gasped between breaths.
It was true; he couldn't keep up with the dummy's movements, never mind landing a single strike. Not only that, but it also knew precisely what kind of strikes were most effective on him. That wasn't something he should have been able to do unless they'd trained together for years.
Yet despite knowing all these facts, Vincent refused to stop trying. Every time the dummy punched or kicked him, he would counterattack. Each time he tried to grab it, it dodged out of reach. Eventually, the blows stopped hurting, and he started feeling numb. After several minutes of this, he entered into a trance.
His arms were numb, filled with pain and felt heavy like two heavy buckets of lead, despite this Vincent grasped his spear, not trying to deflect the blows and only focused his eyes, narrowed and strained until they became bloodshot as the dummy of Asteroth morphed into a strange figure, black scales covered her face as her face became like a dragon with scaled cheeks and shot towards him.
'I can see!'
Boom!
His body shot against the stone walls of the room, sending rock and dust flying around; since he began training, the room changed from a study to a small grey room with stone walls and pillars; although the blow hurt him deeply, he still used Raizel to stand once more, determined to land one blow within this month!
'I will watch her moves, use every fibre of my body to adapt and evolve!'
Little did he know, only this seer's desire to surpass her caused black scales identical to Astaroths dummy image, but his only covered his crotch area.
Meanwhile, outside the area where he was training, the spiritual form of Raizel sat on a small seat, her mind conveying the presence that watched them each day.
[No way!? How!]
'Meiya, you've been watching him for so long, even saw those memories. Can you not understand yet? Vincent isn't just an Abyssal Pheonix; that is just something that awakened thanks to that Amon bastard's blood. Inside him, it's likely all the Abyssal king races dwell, waiting for him to devour them, assimilate them and become their emperor.'
[What! That's impossible; if that were true, all the gods and devils would pour upon this planet with all their power to vaporise him right now!]
'You know why they don't? As far they are concerned, he's dead, now the son of a traitor. That woman is far scarier than you think... Don't tell him yet; I don't want to see master worry when he finally found a path to take...'
[...]
Raizel closed her eyes and sighed. 'Master needs to rest,' she said quietly before returning home alone.
***
After three weeks of training, Vincent's stamina increased tenfold. His muscles bulged out from working out almost nonstop. He had gained some muscle mass after seeing the results of his training.
He also noticed that his skin was whiter, his hair longer, and his nails sharpened and became sharper, becoming harder than steel. His senses heightened, and he could feel the air currents better and hear sounds.
One night, he dreamed about Astaroth, who looked the same, except her face had transformed into a dragon-like creature; her naked body seduced him, applying light healing magic to his wounds during the day. In the dream, she spoke to him, saying:
"Do not die without defeating me," she told him.
Then she kissed him passionately, then woke up.
'That's weird', Vincent thought, 'Why does she look like a monster in my dreams?'
In the morning, he went to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He noticed a new mark appeared on his chest near his heart; it looked like the shape of a snake coiled around a phoenix, but he didn't remember drawing anything.
"Hmm?" Vincent asked aloud as he examined the symbol closer and realised it was indeed the exact design of the dummy's serpentine tail. Curious, he touched the spot, and the tattoo felt cold, like ice.
When he returned to bed, he continued dreaming of Astaroth, and this time she came into his bedroom wearing nothing but a smile. She approached him, kissing him softly, whispering in his ear, "Come with me."
Suddenly, she ripped off her clothes, revealing her soft breasts with pink nipples and her smooth belly button. Then she lifted his shirt, exposing his torso. Her hands ran along his abs, her fingers over his eight-pack and lower abdomen, touching the tip of his manhood.
"Don't be afraid," she whispered. "Feel good."
Her warm hand wrapped around his cock and gave it a few strokes. Suddenly, she bit his neck, sucking gently on his flesh as her other hand stroked him.
"Mmm~" she moaned, "you feel great."
Slowly, she lowered herself to him and took him inside her mouth, licking and sucking his shaft, taking his entire length into her throat. But the moment he thought the pleasure would come, he jumped up from his bed; her visit and the sexual acts were a mere facade.
"Fuck.... Dreaming of the woman that half crippled me... Even my cock is rock hard...."
'I should get ready to train some more, Raizel. How long until the magic mirror can contact the outside for an hour?'
A long silence passed before her cute blonde drills bounced, and she entered the room carrying a tray filled with snacks and hot cocoa, this girl's body was now almost entirely humanoid thanks to his daily training that helped refine his mind, body and anima.
"Master, I prepared some light snacks and cocoa... Although time doesn't pass inside here, food helps the mind feel at ease and relaxed. You've been fighting and lusting over that doll for over two weeks..." Her voice became quiet like an insect before she finished, "calling her name in your dreams and spurting your white cream in your sleep..."
'Do you know how hard it was for me with no physical body to clean it... No, maybe that's what allowed me to become like this so fast....'
"Ah, thanks for that, Raizel; please put them on the table. Let's take a break for a few hours; then I'll beat this cheeky little dummy!'
He looked towards the dummy of her, sitting neatly like a chaste wife in the corner on a chair, her glowing eyes fixated upon him, a single scar from a blade wound on her right cheek.
'To think I managed to hit her once in three weeks...' Vincent muttered, looking back at the door, 'How am I supposed to fight someone that strong?'
As he walked towards the dummy, she suddenly sprang forward. The figure landed atop him, straddling his hips and pressing down, its weight forcing him flat against the floor. Its tail coiled around both sides of his waist while its claws dug into his shoulders.
"Ohhh~!" Vincent cried out as he felt her lips press to his own, tongue lapping eagerly at his mouth. He felt her slickness sliding across his chin as he struggled to push her away. It was too late to dodge, and the impact knocked him backwards onto his butt.
"Brother! I've seen how you lust for me each night! I came to play~ Hehe! Did you miss me?" She laughed, leaning down and planting kisses along his neck, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest as she pressed her groin along his rod before her fingers began to pierce into his flesh. "I missed you too, Brother dear~" She cooed.
'FUCK!' Vincent cursed, 'SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE DUMMY IN MY ROOM! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!'
[Darling, the dummy, uses part of her soul to activate... Both of you shared the dreams you experienced....]
'Shit! This is bad!' He growled, struggling under her weight as she teased him, grinding her pussy against his cock through the thin material of his pants. She kept moving her pelvis slowly, her ass bouncing against his thighs as she slid up and down.
It wasn't enough; she wanted more; her hands moved up his torso and grabbed his ears, pulling his head back and making him look at her. "Look at me, Brother dear~."
Her lips met his again, her tongue running along his teeth and tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Her fingers dug deeper into his scalp, and her claw tips scraped down his spine as she forced herself further, moaning loudly as she ground her clit against his pubic bone.
"Ah~ Time's up already.... no fair!"
"See you in another month, Brother~."
'I thought time stopped for the world!? Why is she like this? How can she invade here!? Does she also have a space medallion?'
[Calm down, don't worry. This isn't the real Astaroth! I imagine this moment and the sexual dreams where she wrings you dry are all dreams for her. It's like her dream's are about keeping you in captivity as you desperately try to surpass her as she violates you each night.]
"I agree..." Raizel said with a nod from the acts and words. She believed this was the best conjuncture.
However, suddenly the dummy stopped moving, returned to the usual silent Astaroth, and began to walk towards the corner of the room before sitting down, staring at Vincent, the blood from his lips where she bit him drooling seductively.