Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

But a moment later, his silence proved to be a mistake.

With a thunderous crash, the door burst open as shards of splintered wood flew through the room like jagged arrows.

The violent eruption filled the air with the sound of cracking timber and billowing dust.

The explosion of force slammed into Declan, and several wooden fragments tore into his flesh and ripped open bloodied gashes across his back and scalp.

He roared in a furious and guttural sound that shook the walls.

Pain and rage converged into a hot storm as he rose off the elf beneath him with immense fury blazing in his glowing red eyes.

His temperature spiked, and the air around him distorted from the heat of his ignited aura.

The skin of his hands glowed like molten iron, and his veins pulsed with power as he leapt from the bed, ready to incinerate whoever had dared to interrupt his good time.

But then, he saw them.

The figures standing at the broken threshold froze him in place.

Every shred of fury drained from his face in an instant only to be replaced by a deep and instinctive submission.

Declan's smoldering hands dimmed, and his towering frame stiffened.

Behind him, the elf woman whose face had earlier writhed in terror now lit up with joy upon recognizing the presence at the door.

Her lips parted in glee, and without hesitation, she ran toward the figure.

She was naked and totally unashamed as her golden hair flew in the air and her ample breasts bounced with each desperate step.

But she didn't even make it halfway when a slapping sound echoed in the room.

Smack!

A brutal backhand sent her spinning like a broken doll into the far corner of the room.

Her body slammed against the wall with a dull thud, and she crumpled into unconsciousness.

Declan didn't flinch, and not even a muscle of his body moved. But inside, he scoffed with disdain as he looked down on her.

Stupid whore. Thinking you are something more than a bed warmer.

The lead figure remained cloaked in silence as their voice finally broke the stillness like a cold blade, sharp and dismissive.

"I've heard you have had personal dealings with that brat. Is that true, Declan?"

Blood still trickled down Declan's back, but his posture remained unbending.

He lowered his head respectfully, even as the sting of the wooden splinters throbbed beneath his skin.

"Yes, my lord," he said solemnly.

"I had a brief conflict with him yesterday at the Adventurers' Guild."

The figure gave a short but calculating pause. Then in a voice that echoed with quiet menace, they asked again,

"Tell me everything."

Declan obeyed.

His voice was steady, and he carefully omitted the moments of the humiliation he was subjected to under Ethan's hands as he recounted the entire incident.

From the rising tension to the confrontation and how it unraveled.

He made sure to highlight his observations of Ethan's strength when he had fought with his lackey without outright admitting the fear it instilled in him.

The figure listened without interruption, but their piercing silence made it impossible for him to relax.

When Declan finally finished, the figure gave a slow, deliberate nod and spoke with a tone that was both seductively promising and dangerously veiled.

"Today, you will be coming with us. Bring all your lackeys.

I will grant you your revenge and your chance to reclaim what was taken."

There was a flicker of anticipation in Declan's eyes.

"And that veiled vampire woman?" the figure continued with a cruel edge in their voice.

"She will be yours to do with as you please."

A dark fire ignited behind Declan's eyes. The chance at vengeance on the boy and her was more than enough bait.

But beneath his composure, a cautious shiver passed through him.

He knew better than anyone that opportunities like this always came at a price.

But even though he was being cautious inwardly, he couldn't control his face that was flushed with unrestrained excitement, and his chest rising as his breath hitched.

Those soul-stirring crimson eyes, that cascade of golden silky hair, the veiled mystery surrounding her face, and the gods that curvaceous, supple body.

The mere memory of that vampire enchantress made his blood boil.

A low growl rumbled in his throat as his lust surged and his hardened cock stood at attention like a beast ready to pounce.

As for his pride and revenge for what Ethan did to him, the thought almost made him laugh.

Those lofty ideals were nothing but a convenient veil or a minor inconvenience to a person like him who had fought for his while life and who knows faced how many injuries, humiliations, many of which he had also returned.

How many houses had he razed to the ground? How many lives reduced to ash by his hand?

How many women had he taken, broken, and forgotten like dust in the wind?

He had lost count of it decades ago, and to be honest, he didn't care to remember, as those were nothing but fleeting spoils of war.

In this case also, he had sidelined the humiliation he had felt because the real prize and the only thing that had truly driven him since that fateful encounter was her, the veiled beauty who was clearly that brat's woman.

A woman like her didn't belong beside that brat.

She deserved to writhe beneath him, to scream his name and not his.

And in that moment of lustful delirium, Declan forgot his shame and forgot who stood before him.

He was fully naked and aroused, with his full arousal on blatant display.

The shadowed figure standing at the threshold watched in silence with an expression of open disgust that was barely concealed.

The curling of the lip, the narrowed eyes, it was fully clear.

Such a lowlife and disgusting trash.

Yet, there was a reason he had come to this place and chosen this beast.