Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

Nyx remained silent and showed no reaction to Velcy's presence. She simply held Ethan close and seemed totally unbothered by the filth and blood clinging to his clothes and skin.

The warmth of her body, even through her armor was a stark contrast to his cold and exhausted form.

Swallowing her fear, Velcy reached out with trembling hands and carefully wrapped her fingers around Ethan's sticky bloodied wrist.

A tense moment passed as she felt for his pulse.

Relief flooded her features as she exhaled shakily and was finally reassured that he was still alive.

Virelle who was watching from the side felt some of the tension within her ease.

Her rigid posture softened slightly and though she did not approach, her sharp gaze remained locked on Ethan. She trusted in his strength and resilience.

She believed he would definitely recover. But her thoughts were now consumed by something else entirely.

How long will we have to hide? How long will I have to suppress my feelings, and pretend that our love for each other does not exist?

The realization hit her like a cold wave. Now that his Master Nyx was here, her secret moments with Ethan would become even rarer if not impossible.

How could they meet? When would they next see each other? Where would they speak without eyes watching them and touch without fear of discovery?

A hollow ache spread in her chest. The thrill of her first throes of love had been intoxicating but now she felt the weight of its burdens.

She had been willing to endure it before but now as she stood mere feet away from Ethan and was unable to reach for him, she felt the bitter sting of reality sink deeper.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

She had believed that her mind and will were strong enough to endure any separation or hardship fate might impose on them and their blooming love.

But reality proved otherwise, and she felt it deep in her heart.

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The uncertainty of their future together gnawed at her and the thought of separation loomed like an unshakable shadow over her heart.

She bit her lower lip and willed herself to push the thought away but it continued to remain persistent and unyielding.

And yet, despite her swirling emotions, she remained still.

Her face betrayed none of her inner turmoil as she continued to observe and waited to see what would happen next.

Because for now, all she could do was wait.

After what felt like an eternity to Virelle, the dark dragoness finally moved.

Holding Ethan still in her arms, she turned into a shadow and vanished as swiftly as she had appeared.

Virelle focused and tried to track her exit path but there was no trace of her departure.

Velcy also kept her gaze fixed on the spot where they had disappeared with her eyes filled with uncertainty.

Their eyes met briefly, and an awkward silence stretched between them. Neither spoke as the weight of the battle was still heavy in the air.

Breaking the silence, Virelle crouched down and began collecting the shattered fragments of the red hatchet.

Despite being destroyed, the weapon still emanated a faint ominous energy.

The handle that had been revealed upon its destruction was not made of ordinary metal.

Virelle focused on it and found it laced with pulsing, human-like red veins as if it had been forged from something other than mere material.

She took out her red gloves, which were meant more for ceremony than combat, and wore them as she carefully picked up the fragments and placed them in her spatial equipment.

She had no choice but to use them even though they were obviously not designed for handling this object that was clearly abnormal and most likely carried some unknown curses with it.

Once finished, she turned to head into her room but something caught her sharp gaze.

She focused her gaze and found dark red stains splattered faintly against the walls and stairs.

It was so dark out here but as a vampire, she could clearly see the blood even in such darkness. She didn't need to guess whose blood it was.

Her movements became methodical as she approached the stains and pulled out a red handkerchief embroidered with golden threads.

Without hesitation, she wiped every trace of it and ensured that not even a single drop remained.

Velcy, still standing nearby, watched in silence.

There was something about Virelle's precision and her determination that left an unsettling impression on her.

She had some suspicions regarding Virelle's odd behavior around her Brother Ethan. She had noticed her sneaking peaks at his face from time to time during the day.

But her Brother Ethan had also sometimes reciprocated her weird and unsettling habits. The thing that vexed her most was that he didn't seem annoyed by her odd behavior.

But she said nothing and simply observed as Virelle completed her task before disappearing into her room.

Once inside her room, Virelle sighed and allowed herself a brief moment of solitude. The tension in her shoulders slowly eased as she made her way to the bath.

The warm water washed away the grime, sweat, and exhaustion of the battle and soothed her weary body.

Yet, even as the physical filth was cleansed, the events of the moments before remained vivid in her mind.

After the comforting bath, she was lying in her velvet bed holding her red handkerchief close.

Her fingers traced the golden threads but her focus was on the faint scent of Ethan's blood still clinging to it.

Closing her eyes, she brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply as she felt an odd sense of calm settle over her.@@novelbin@@

The scent was so uniquely his and brought her a strange comfort to her heart and mind.

She sniffed it deeply and noticed with amazement that it removed the negative thoughts that had plagued her mind.

Experiencing the bliss, she felt hot all over for a second.