Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

Their struggle intensified.

Slowly hours passed.

The once-deep darkness of the chamber now held a faint eerie glow as remnants of scattered dark mana lingered in the air and were no longer held tightly by the walls.

Ethan exhaled deeply and opened his eyes as he felt the effects of hours of meditation weighing heavily on him.

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Rising to his feet, he stretched slightly and rolled his shoulders before glancing around.

The chamber was no different from before—at least, to his eyes as of this moment.

He had no idea what had just transpired within the walls around him.

After a final glance at his surroundings, he started making his way back toward the dark well and was completely unaware that a foreign force had just become a part of him.

Ethan made his way to the dark well as his mind remained heavy with contemplation.

However, before proceeding further, he decided to check on something first.

Arriving at his room, he pushed open the door and his gaze instantly landed on the spread of gray hair across his bed.

He sighed as he stepped inside and parted the dark curtains that draped around the plush bedding.

Velcy lay there as she breathed softly with her face relaxed in deep slumber.

The sight of her peaceful rest brought a small smile to Ethan's lips.

Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingers through her tangled locks before gently patting her head.

A wave of sadness coursed through him as his mind drifted back to the harsh words that the red-haired middle-aged man had spoken to her.

The cruelty of those words had lingered in Ethan's heart far longer than he would have liked. Suddenly, Velcy shifted slightly and her small calloused hands instinctively reached for his.

She grasped his hand tightly and pulled it close to her cheek as she rubbed against it like a child seeking warmth.

A deep sense of affection swelled within Ethan as he watched her vulnerable state.

He traced the faint scars on her face with his thumb and he took a silent vow within his heart that he would find a way to heal her and rid her of the marks that she pretended not to care about but undoubtedly despised.

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Gently, he untangled his fingers from hers and stood up.

He gave one last look at her peaceful face before leaving the room.

His mind reeled back to the day's events as he walked and its memories replayed in his mind like fragments of an unfinished dream.

He had not forgotten Virelle's offer.

A thrill coursed through him at the thought. His lips twitched into an involuntary smirk.

The anticipation of what she had proposed sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins.

Suddenly, he felt like a young man experiencing the first exhilarating touch of infatuation.

Then, he let out a dry chuckle. In this life, he truly was a teenager as of this moment despite the maturity his mind carried from his previous existence.

It was an amusing paradox.

Shaking his head, he continued down the dimly lit corridor.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he stepped out of his room and directed his path toward Virelle's quarters, the red threads buried within his veins pulsed with a sudden surge of energy.

In the depths of the dark well, hidden in the abysmal darkness an ominous black gate trembled.

It was a mere shudder as it was truly subtle and almost imperceptible. But it had happened.

The dull bronze lock that was aged and weathered from millennia of disuse began to pulsate as if something within was stirring.

Tendrils of black and red threads materialized around it and started winding and constricting it like living entities.

Then, as abruptly as it began, the movement ceased quickly and silence reigned once more.

Ethan remained unaware of the brief disturbance and felt an inexplicable shiver crawl down his spine as he approached Virelle's chamber.

Something in the air felt different and an off feeling surged in his heart.

He turned his gaze toward the ominous door at the other end of the dark well's staircase.

For a split second, he felt as if he had seen something ominous as strange black and red threads wrapped around the bronze lock.

But when he blinked, they were gone and the lock appeared totally ordinary like before.

A frown marred his face.

He wasn't the type to dismiss such things easily, especially after the suffocating pressure he had felt from that door just the night before.

The terror had been so overwhelming that he had instinctively fled from it the first time with all his might.

It had taken all the determination that he had built from both of his life's experiences.

Now, there was nothing. No movement. No pressure. Just an ordinary black old door.

Before he could dwell on it further, a familiar lilac scent enveloped his senses.

A second later, something soft and warm crashed into his chest.

And he knew that it was none other than Virelle herself.

Ethan barely had time to react before slender arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him in as her soft body pressed against his.

He stumbled back slightly as his spine met the cold wall of the dark well.

But Virelle didn't give him a moment to process anything before her lips crashed onto his.

In that instant, the only thing consuming his mind was the scorching heat and unrelenting desire that radiated from Virelle.

Ethan inhaled sharply but she refused to let him think, let alone breathe.

Her hands tightened around his neck and her fingers threaded through his violet locks as she poured everything into the kiss.

It was desperate and hungry as if she were claiming him as her own. He could feel her need to possess him forever and remain irrevocably hers and hers alone.

Something primal ignited within Ethan at that moment.

And he didn't hesitate in his response.