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262. THE ORIGIN OF EVIL
NARRATOR“Is this the elemental village where you were born?” Sigrid held onto her wide-brimmed straw hat to keep it from being carried away by the wind.They had gone out after lunch with Silas to gather fresh grass for the rabbits.Their steps led them to the edge of a beautiful hillside covered in daisies. Below, the wooden and stone houses of the village came into view.The creaking of carts, the clucking of chickens, and the laughter of children playing in the fields filled the air.“Yes, it’s just as I remember. I never forgot it, unlike other things.” Silas gazed at the horizon with nostalgia, looking over the valley where he had been born.His best memories… in the darkest nights, in the most horrific tortures.“Have you been here before?” he asked Sigrid.His hand gently held hers, a bundle of herbs slung over his back, and a sickle in his other free hand.“Yes, this is where I hid the baby, remember? The baby I saved when I met you, Drusilla’s son.” Sigrid wondered what kind
263. MIRACLES DO EXIST
NARRATORSilas froze. He wasn’t fond of physical contact unless it was with Sigrid, but he endured the embrace stoically and didn’t act rudely.Despite the awkward moments, that afternoon, Silas reclaimed a small piece of his family. Still, deep inside, the only family he truly acknowledged was the woman by his side.All the love in his heart was for her. Everything else had withered away.Seizing a moment alone while his aunt dragged Sigrid to the kitchen to help with the afternoon tea, Silas approached the baby in the crib.The dark tattoos no longer stayed confined to the child’s face—they were creeping, slowly consuming his tiny body.Silas extended two fingers, placing them on the baby’s forehead. Instantly, the dark magic writhed, resisting, fighting against being expelled.The baby let out a cry of pain.That malignant energy refused to leave, but Silas’s power commanded it to obey a new master.Sigrid cast an illusion to deceive the aunt so she wouldn’t hear the child’s cries.
264. FURTIVE ENCOUNTERS IN THE LABYRINTH
NARRATORSigrid was incredibly tense, not because of the life-or-death battle ahead, but because she was worried about Silas’s emotions and murderous impulses.Lucrecia couldn’t discover his power.Silas himself—and his condition as a Selenia—were their greatest secret advantages.The prelude to the party unfolded in the vast garden and open halls, adorned with lanterns and dim lights, where guests toasted, chatted, and exchanged suggestive glances.Everyone was masked.Some concealed their identities even more thoroughly.They had come here with a purpose. Accepting the invitation meant they were willing to spend an evening indulging in sex and orgies.This was only the warm-up. The real festivities would take place later inside the mansion, in the underground levels.Or perhaps Lucrecia had something even more novel and thrilling prepared."We need to find a way for her to invite us to play with her in private. It’s our best chance to separate her from her guards and security," Ales
265. YOU REMIND ME SO MUCH OF “GRAY”
NARRATORLucrecia searched everywhere for a trace, playful insinuations at every corner.She had come across couples, trios, quartets, and even quintets sprawled on the grass, against the hedges of the labyrinth, over benches.Inside this vast garden structure, there were also small courtyards, fountains, benches, and secluded spots designed purely for pleasure.She loved losing herself in this maze of green leaves, but tonight, nothing seemed to tempt her.Those eyes… she couldn’t get those black eyes out of her mind.That slave had lifted his head for just a second, only a second, and that lethal gaze—Goddess—it reminded her so much of her Gray.There was something strange about him. She couldn’t quite place it, but she needed to see him again.Where had that prude, Electra, gotten such a specimen?And he seemed so well-trained. Electra… that whore… was becoming a serious problem. Far too powerful for her liking.Not even Morgana had unsettled her this much.But maybe this was also
266. IN THE WITCH'S LAIR
NARRATORSigrid felt a movement behind her and subtly reached back to grip Silas’s clothing.The message was clear: «Calm down, I can handle this»“But I thought there were more events. The others will be very disappointed,” Sigrid responded neutrally.“Fuck them. Come, come with me, let’s go to my sanctuary,” Lucrecia invited, far too enthusiastic.She was about to extend her claws to grab Silas by the arm, but Alessandre was quicker, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her away.“Tell me, what exactly were you using to tempt my parents? I’m so tired of you never considering me,” the vampire began his superficial chatter, skillfully aiding Sigrid.It was beyond obvious—the raw lust in Lucrecia’s eyes whenever she looked at Silas, an obsession that went far beyond even his perfect disguise.Through the dark corridors, the night breeze rustling the leaves, muffled moans in every corner, and soft feminine giggles, Lucrecia led them deeper into the labyrinth.Silas stayed right
267. TRAP VS TRAP
NARRATOR“Goddess…” Sigrid was disgusted.Under different circumstances—if the participants were willing—this might have been arousing. But like this, it was just revolting.The two male slaves groped the woman between them, their hands slipping between her legs, squeezing and sucking on her breasts.Soon, she was kneeling between them, her mouth and hands working their lengths.Beside her, Lucrecia looked quite entertained.Sigrid scanned the room, searching for the slave she was looking for. Just to be sure—she didn’t want to make a mistake.She was 99% certain that the one she needed to save was Umbros, but that lingering 1% remained focused on a certain slave who stirred something deep in her chest.She needed confirmation.As the moans grew louder and the pale-skinned, full-breasted brunette climbed on top of one of the reclining slaves, riding him while sucking off the other standing beside her, Sigrid let out an exaggerated yawn.Her message couldn’t have been clearer: I want t
268. THE KING OF THE SPECTERS
NARRATORIn Silas's free hand, a lethal black dagger materialized, immediately aiming for Lucrecia's throat.Both attacked at the same time, taking advantage of the element of surprise and their close proximity.Only, it wouldn't be that easy.The dagger and the devouring flames were suddenly swallowed by a dark mist.Lucrecia's body vanished into nothingness, floating with black magic before reappearing a few meters away.For a second, the three of them locked eyes."Who the hell are you?!" Lucrecia roared, scrutinizing Sigrid intently.She hadn't seen this coming.It couldn't be... Was that the power of a Selenia inside Electra?"That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're going to die." Sigrid wasn't up for any more talking.She summoned a sharp sword engulfed in bright blue flames and lunged at Lucrecia, who responded by conjuring her own fire-element sword.They began to fight in the spacious room, tearing apart the furniture, exchanging every strike, every block, every assa
269. WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH
NARRATORSigrid was desperate. There had to be a magical portal somewhere—in these walls, the ceiling…“Damn it!” she exploded, filled with rage and helplessness.Silas was strong, but she was still afraid. They never should have split up.Suddenly, in the middle of her despair, a sharp pain shot through her chest, too intense to ignore.She clutched her sternum.Goddess, what the hell was this now?Her mind was in chaos, her vision blurry as her hands frantically searched, feeling stone by stone, trying to find the magical opening.She had to calm down. She blamed it on her frantic state. She was losing control.Electra thrashed inside her prison, more deranged than ever, screaming to be set free.“Not now, you crazy bitch!” she roared, locking her spirit down with everything she had.She couldn’t afford to divide her power right now, weakening herself just to keep Electra at bay.But Sigrid had forgotten she wasn’t alone in the room—someone else was there.Someone who mattered very
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