[Emergency Protocol: Deactivated]
"What? How's my coins in Negative?"
'....'
I expected some answers yet all I was greeted with was Silence.
'Tch, At least tell me how do I replenish myself?'
'.....'
'Fine I'll do it myself.'
Lirael's unconscious form lay forgotten nearby, her brother's blood cooling on the ground, a stark reminder of the violence that had led here.
Yet Elysiana's healing drowned it out, I got a glimpse of her her curves shifting as she leaned in, breasts pressing against her bustier, the halo's glow casting crimson highlights on her form.
As the wound closed, a flush of vitality surged through me, mana levels—visible in faint system overlays—climbing steadily, the blood manipulation from earlier resonating with her power. It was nostalgic, this surge, like rediscovering a forbidden rhythm, bodies syncing in the dark.
"Elysiana was it...Tell me more," I urged, voice steadier now, reaching out to steady myself against her shoulder, her body warm and alive.
"Who are you, really? And what plan?"
She rose fluidly, standing close enough that her veil brushed my cheek, soft as a sigh.
Her blindfolded gaze seemed to pierce me, sensing every flicker of confusion.
"I am the Ashen Priestess, guardian of the Demoness's will throughout eons. My job was to oversee your vessel, the path to restore you. But the elves' decided to meddle, trying to kill you before you could become yourself again . I tracked you through the veil, arriving as fast as I could
Forgive me for not being swifter; my devotion demands your safety above all."
The forest enveloped us, branches creaking like approving whispers, the scent of her—close proximity was—intoxicating.
My gaze shifted towards Lirael.
"And her?" I nodded toward the elf, curiosity mingling with the lingering ache of my past wounds.
Elysiana's gloved hand gestured dismissively, the motion graceful, fingers trailing air like a caress.
"A pawn of their so called goddess, broken now by loss. His death severs their hunt, but others may come. For now, she's sleeping under my spell—harmless, until we get something out of her."
Her red halo pulsed brighter, syncing with my heartbeat, her curves a constant, sensual distraction.
She placed a hand over my chest, the glove pressing lightly, feeling the thrum beneath. Energy flowed again, mending the shallower cuts, each one a ripple of bliss that made my skin tingle.
"And Yes, I forgot to mention My Lord~The System binds to your awakening—a safeguard against full exposure. You can place your full trust in it as it was made by Lady Nyxiana herself to protect you from unforeseen dangers."
"We must head towards the castle, where I can guide your memories. Trust in me, My Lord; I'll be your very own guide, woven in blood and night."
Her touch lingered, warm through the latex, promising depths unexplored. The forest sighed around us, the moon watching as devotion bloomed in the darkness, tender and transformative.
"Fine."
I nodded, drawn into her world, the sensual pull of power and connection erasing the chaos.
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The forest's embrace lingered on my skin like a fading whisper, the mossy ground cool beneath my boots as I stood Infront of the Orphanage, still catching my breath from the whirlwind of Elandor's fall and Elysiana's arrival.
The air hummed with residual magic, thick and heady, carrying the faint metallic tang of spilled blood mixed with the smell of burnt flesh.
Reinforcements arrived, childrens body lay on the ground in rows.
Though through a cruel twist of fate there was no one to mourn for them.
The injured ones were taken care off and were put to sleep.
My wounds, now sealed, good as new, pulsed with a newfound warmth, as if Elysiana's energy had woven itself into my veins, a subtle throb that echoed the beat of my heart.
Before me, where shadows had pooled moments ago, a magical carrage came down from the sky.
Its exterior a sleek obsidian frame etched with glowing runes that pulsed like vines under dark skin. It was unassuming from outside—modest, almost quaint, pulled by ethereal steeds that snorted softly, their forms shimmering like smoke.
Elysiana materialised next to me, her red hair swaying gently in the night breeze, catching glints of moonlight that made it shimmer like liquid fire.
Her blindfolded eyes & expression hidden behind the intricate black fold, and her full lips curved in a soft, inviting smile.
She extended her gloved hand toward me, the long black material sleek and smooth, fingers elegant and beckoning.
'My Lord,' she said, her voice a silken murmur that wrapped around my name like a caress,
'Please, step inside.'
I hesitated for a heartbeat, my gaze tracing the line of her arm, the way the latex hugged her curves, accentuating the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the bustier.
The gesture felt intimate, her submission pulling at something deep within me, stirring a warmth that spread low in my belly.
I placed my hand in hers, her grip firm yet yielding, the cool fabric against my palm sending a shiver up my arm.
She led me forward, and as we crossed the threshold, the world inside unfolded like a dream unfolding in slow motion.
The interior was vast, several times the size of the cart's exterior, a lavish chamber that defied the night's logic.
Plush carpets in deep crimson muffled our steps, walls paneled in polished ebony adorned with intricate ruby engravings that glowed faintly, casting a warm, jewel-toned light across the space.
Sofas of velvet nestled in alcoves, their cushions embroidered with swirling patterns of flames and thorns, inviting one to sink into their embrace.
A low table of carved mahogany stood at the center, flanked by armchairs that promised comfort during long travels, and shelves lined with ancient tomes and crystal decanters whispered of hidden luxuries.
The air inside was warmer, scented with sandalwood and faint traces of incense, a sanctuary rolling through the darkness.
I let go of her hand and lowered myself onto a sofa. The velvet yielded beneath me welcoming, soft and enveloping, cradling my frame with unexpected luxury.
Elysiana moved with graceful poise, her white skirt swishing softly against her thigh-highs, the lace patterns peeking teasingly as she approached the front of the cart.
She leaned out the window, her voice clear and commanding yet laced with deference.
'You may start now'
A female voice replied from outside, smooth and obedient, carrying a hint of ethereal echo.
'As you wish, Lady Ashen.'
The cart lurched gently into motion, the wheels humming over unseen roads, the world outside blurring into streaks of shadow and starlight.
Elysiana returned, settling opposite me on another sofa, her legs crossing elegantly, the boots lacing up her calves gleaming in the ruby light. She regarded me with that blindfolded poise, her red halo pulsing softly above her head like a crown of embers.
'Would you care for some tea, My Lord?'
She asked, her tone warm, almost tender, as if brewing comfort was her deepest pleasure.
Before I could respond, she reached for a silver tray on the table, lifting a delicate porcelain pot.
Steam rose in lazy curls, carrying the aroma of jasmine and something darker, like spiced wine, filling the space with inviting sweetness.
She poured with steady hands, the liquid amber and steaming, into a cup adorned with ruby filigree.
The motion was hypnotic, her gloved fingers wrapping around the handle, the latex whispering faintly.
I accepted the cup, the warmth seeping into my palms, grounding me in this surreal haven.
'Thank you,' I murmured, lifting it to my lips. The first sip was divine—smooth, with notes of honeyed flowers that slid down my throat like a gentle kiss, easing the tension from my muscles.
My eyes drifted to her as she poured her own cup, then brought it to her mouth.
Her lips parted slowly, full and plush, painted a natural rose that deepened as she sipped.
They curved around the rim, soft and inviting, the way they moved—parting, closing, a subtle sheen of moisture left behind—stirred something primal in me.
Each sip was deliberate, her throat working gracefully, a bead of tea tracing the edge of her lower lip before her tongue darted out, pink and quick, to catch it.
It was sensual, the quiet intimacy of the act, her blindfold adding an air of mystery, as if she savored not just the tea, but the moment between us.
'Why am I so drawn to this? I thought, a flush creeping up my neck. So... aroused?'
The heat built low, my body responding to her nearness, the sway of her curves, the submissive tilt of her head.
I shook my head slightly, trying to dispel the fog, focusing on the steam rising from my cup instead. The cart rocked gently, lulling us in rhythm.
Clearing my throat, I set the cup down.
'Elysiana... where is Nyxiana? You mentioned her before, in the forest. I called for her, but she didn't answer.'
She lowered her cup, her lips still glistening faintly, and placed it on the table with a soft clink. Her expression softened, a tender sorrow touching her features.
'Lady Nyxiana... she expended a great deal of her essence to weave the rules of reincarnation around your soul, My Lord. Blending the veils between worlds drained her deeply. She slumbers now, restoring her strength in the shadowed realms. But fear not—she will awaken soon, as vibrant as ever, Once you revive her fully.'
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[A/N: Enjoying the novel? Don't forget to use Powerstones. It really helps in early stages of novels.]