Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

"He was planning to hand her over to Zorynthar as his new Champion, Astrid. If my son hadn't been there to react swiftly, your daughter—his woman—would be nothing more than another broken puppet dancing on divine strings right now. And at least I told you so much back then to know what happened next the moment she becomes a Champion!"

Astrid's face twisted, and the lounge trembled with a low, dangerous hum. The very air felt heavier as her aura surged, rippling with raw power. Glasses rattled on the shelves.

"How dare he..." she whispered, but her voice was venomous, trembling with barely contained rage.

Emberly leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "Now now... Calm yourself. Seraphina is safe. But if she hadn't severed her bloodline from Drakos, if she hadn't stood her ground, she'd be lost. We cannot allow someone tied to us to be turned into a slave for the so-called divine. Not her. Not anyone."

Astrid's power simmered down, the glow in her eyes dimming as she took slow, measured breaths. The pain still lingered, but Emberly's words held truth.

They had been friends once—closer than sisters. That friendship only fractured when the empire had tried to take control of House Obsidian after Emberly's mother died almost the same time when she married Drakos. With both of them forced into separate roles on opposite sides of power, the distance had grown.

But here they were again, after everything.

The silence stretched before Emberly stood, moving gracefully to Astrid's side. Her hand rested gently on her shoulder, a rare softness in her usually guarded expression.

"You can't see her yet," she said gently, "Not because I don't trust you, but because she's somewhere safe. And that decision is Pyris's, not mine."

Astrid's face twisted, but she nodded, understanding if not accepting it.

"But for now, don't worry. She's alive. She's strong—just like you raised her. You're a good mother Astrid. I am proud of you."

Emberly's words were meant to comfort, but her own heart twisted painfully as the truth she hadn't yet spoken lingered at the edge of her thoughts.

She had felt it—that looming shadow, the Curse woven into her family's bloodline. Pyris was already sixteen. A year and a half left to turn eighteen.

Just like the Second Cursed Child. Just like Lucy's older brother...

How was she supposed to tell him?

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The club door whispered shut behind them, muffling the thrum of music as Emberly led the way into the cool night air. The city was alive but subdued, the streets bathed in pale light that reflected off the rain-damp pavement.

Astrid followed, her features hidden beneath a faint shimmer of magic—an illusion meant to shield her from unwanted attention.

Emberly noticed instantly, her sharp gaze narrowing. "You don't need that." Astrid hesitated, fingers brushing the edge of her cloak as if reluctant to drop the disguise.

Emberly's voice softened, but her eyes held firm. "There's no one left watching." It wasn't a guess. Song had returned—his work done after escorting Dracula, the empire's prying eyes of the Silent Army wouldn't see anything he doesn't allow them to.@@novelbin@@

Slowly, the glamour faded, revealing Astrid's face in full under the city lights. She looked just as sharp, regal, powerful. Yet there was a tension behind her eyes, a caution she hadn't shed.

"It's... strange," Astrid murmured, voice quieter now. "Trusting you after everything."

Emberly tilted her head, lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Indeed... here you are."

A sleek, black car rolled up, silent as it stopped by the curb. The doors opened on their own, the interior plush and luxurious. Portals would've been faster—cleaner—but Emberly preferred the slow burn of control. Power wasn't just felt. It was shown. She liked enjoying the luxury she'd worked for.

Astrid said nothing as she stepped inside. Neither did Emberly.

The doors shut with a muted click, and the city lights blurred into streaks of color as the car slipped into the night.

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Most Phantoms working directly under Mira's orders weren't just soldiers—they were Pyris' eyes and ears, watching his every step. They knew the critical moves he was making and the ones still ahead, the pieces on the board only he could see. Find more chapters on My Virtual Library Empire

One of those pieces was Sunstone Empire.

Not just some kingdom—it was a cornerstone. A project Pyris was building, and watching over it all was Ammit. His woman. His general. The one keeping it together while he finished his moves in the Dragon Empire

The Phantoms kept tabs on everything, so it hadn't been hard for Abbadon to figure out where they needed to go. But Alexa…

She hadn't been around for most of it. Locked in deep sleep. The kind that made time blur and reality feel like a distant echo.

And yet—she knew. Although she hadn't been aware of Pyris' orders on Ammit, she knew what was going on.

The visions hadn't just shown her fragments. She'd seen. Every step.

Even the danger waiting for Pyris. What Dragomir and Silas had done—and what they were planning. Compared to what they'd set into motion, the pain she'd inflicted on Dragomir earlier had been mercy.

She wouldn't make that mistake again.

A low hum rippled through the space and the portal bloomed open, distorting the air with a ripple of dark void....

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A sleek, laboratory stretched before them—gleaming white walls and floors laced with thin veins of cyan light, pulsing softly in synchronized patterns. The air smelled sterile, tinged with the faint hum of machinery.

Lined along the far wall were rows of humanoid pods, fogged glass distorting the shapes inside. Some were empty. Others… not.

Obsidian personnel were moving about, unloading crates marked with Obsidian sigil while others secured pieces of advanced tech into reinforced containers. A few wore tactical gear, but most were in clean lab coats, too focused on their data tablets to notice the portal at first.

All except one.

A tall figure stood near the far end, half-shrouded in the shadows of a control station.

Ammit.

She didn't move, but her head tilted slightly, her eyes narrowing just a fraction as the portal fully stabilized. A flicker of surprise. Barely there.

Alexa was the first to step through.

Her heels clicked against the polished floor, the blood still splattered across her coat standing out in harsh contrast to the pristine white. Behind her, Zara emerged, silent, her cloak trailing in rippling black waves. Anastasia followed, looking composed, though a slight tremor lingered in her hands.

Then came Abbadon and Shez.

Dragging the bodies in a void pocket.

Silas. The vampire woman. Dragomir and others.

All bloodied. Beaten. Broken. Silas' arms dangled limp at his sides, his face so bruised he was barely recognizable. Dragomir looked worse, his shirt in tatters, crimson streaking his chest where Alexa's blades had torn through flesh.

The lab fell into a dead silence as everyone took in the sight.

Alexa didn't even blink.

"Put them in the pods," she ordered, her voice cold enough to freeze the air. She pointed toward a set of reinforced glass chambers off to the side—different from the standard pods. There were five of them. Sleek. Heavy and standing tall.

"Separate these three," she continued. "Silas. The vampire. Dragomir. Put them there."

Without a word, Abbadon moved.

He lifted Silas like a ragdoll, pressing him into one of the glass chambers with a dull thunk. The vampire followed, then Dragomir, his unconscious body slumping against the transparent wall as the restraints activated with a mechanical hiss.

"Ammit," Alexa greeted, voice finally softening.

Anastasia nodded as well, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in her expression. She hadn't met Ammit before. Not properly. But she knew who she was—her brother's woman. The one Pyris trusted to keep this place running when he couldn't.

But Ammit and Alexa? They'd known each other a long time now and had once shared a foursome with Aurelia and Pyris.

The eyes flicked between the captives, then back to Alexa.

"...Who are they?"

Alexa's lips curled in something almost like a smile. "That... they're some pests but they'll be important. Trust me."

Ammit didn't press. She nodded once, sharp and efficient, and gestured for the lab workers to continue.

After a few minutes, Abbadon raised his hand again. The portal reopened—dark, swirling, the pulse of power filling the sterile space.

They were ready to return to the Dragon Empire.

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A ripple split the air above the estate grounds, a silent portal unfurling like a crack in reality itself. Alexa, Zara, and Anastasia stepped through, their heels meeting the cold stone of the compound floor with soft, deliberate clicks. The night air of the Dragon Empire brushed against their skin, cool and still, carrying the faint scent of rain yet to fall.

Behind them, shadows rippled—Shez and Abbadon melting back into the void, their presence vanishing without a trace.

The three women moved forward in unison, silent as they crossed the vast grounds. The estate was enormous, its grandeur evident not just in size but in the careful design—the precision of every stone, every sculpted arch of the pathways, the way the low lights cast a warm, golden glow that filled the absence left by the missing moon.

Alexa slowed first.