Chapter 526: Stop seducing those bitches!?
*POV: Pandora (Ariana Hornraven)*
How to let him know he’s in danger, while he’s wasting his time seducing those bitches?
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*Back to the present*
I was waiting for him in the bastion of Spectrum. The black stone walls oozed ancient magic, and the silence was broken only by the crackling of the runes. I was stressed about his reaction. After all, to him, I was no different from an embarrassing ex-fiancée who harassed him, a manipulator whose elimination he was secretly planning.
Standing finally in front of me. I said:
"You have a choice to make, only one. You can only save them... the women who marked your different existences."
I made a gesture with my hand and four ghostly silhouettes appeared in the iridescent flames, reflections of pure mana oscillating between blue and crimson.
"Will you choose your love as Kaiser D. Paragon: Olivia Kleopatra Dantalion? The imperial princess whose beauty is matched only by her devouring ambition?"
As I pronounced her name, my mind thought back to when I had seen them for the first time....
’I remember. I was watching the scene through the eyes of my homunculi. The camp was calm under the blood-red sky of Tenebris. Kaiser had entered Olivia’s tent, that bastard servant who dreams of becoming empress.’
’I saw them. Olivia was leaning over her maps, her silhouette cut out by the weak light of a mana stone. When he approached, I felt the electric tension, that poison of desire she had intended for him and which had turned against her. Kaiser had pinned her against the wooden chest....’
*My fingers clenched in the void seeing Kaiser’s hands slide over her hips, his fingers anchoring with brutal possession into the flesh of her rounded buttocks. Olivia, that imperial "ice woman," was nothing more than a panting creature, her short breath lost against Kaiser’s neck as he left a trail of burning kisses there. Her head tilted back, her golden eyes veiled by a delirious confusion, as she murmured to continue. They were there, intertwined in the heart of hell, forgetting the monsters and the wars, consumed by a carnal fever. Every moan from Olivia was an insult to my own patience.*
I shook my head to chase away that vision, returning to the present, staring at Kaiser with a carnivorous smile.
She is ready to do anything for the throne, Lucifer. Even to sacrifice you if it served her vengeance against her father and her brother. Is this really the woman you wish to snatch from the void? That is why I will do everything to kill her.
I sighed, shifting my gaze from the remains of Olivia’s illusion to fix Kaiser. With a movement of my hand, I made the iridescent flames undulate to make a second silhouette appear.
"Or perhaps you will choose your love as The Predator: Kara of Kitsune?" I let out, my voice tinged with a sarcasm I no longer even sought to hide. "That wild warrior with exotic beauty, whom you tore from the chains to make your most faithful blade."
In the magical blaze, the image of Kara appeared, captive. Her white fox ears were lowered, her vivid red eyes filled with distress, while her white tail trailed limply in the glow of the flames.
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In the dark recesses of the academy’s training hall, well after midnight. The silence of the castle was broken only by the panting of that half-beast and the sharp sound of wood against wood. I observed them with cold contempt. Kara wore a tight gray tank top that emphasized every muscle of her torso and an extremely short black sports short. Sweat beaded on her temples, making her amber skin shine under the light of the crystals.*
They were training with bokkens. Kaiser was very precise, avoiding her assaults with an economy of movement. Then the rhythm changed. Kaiser blocked Kara’s wooden saber, using the pressure to force her to step back before sliding his own weapon against her throat. The wood brushed the delicate skin of her neck. Their breaths were mixed, their faces so close that I could see the trouble in the ruby eyes of the kid.
"Do you want to train or use that as an excuse to kiss me?" he had murmured with that carnivorous smile I knew all too well.
The tension had become....Kara had dropped her weapon. She had pressed her hands against Kaiser’s chest, hesitant, before succumbing. Kaiser had slid a hand behind her nape, his fingers sinking into her white hair still damp with sweat to pull her toward him. The kiss that followed had nothing of the tenderness of a protector; it was the mark of an owner.
I remember Kaiser’s desire at that time. He saw in her only a creature to tame, a half-beast slut he dreamed of tearing under his grip, to test the resistance of her flesh and the strength of her aura. He played with her like a predator with a wounded prey, and seeing that scene of pseudo-romance made me nauseous.
For all that I had done for him... Shouldn’t he belong to me? By what right does he kiss other bitches?
I returned brutally to the present, staring Kaiser in the eyes.
’You saved her from Neon City to make her your personal slave under the guise of freedom, Lucifer. Are you really going to claim that this attraction for her wild nature?’
I marked a pause, letting the silence weigh in the hall of the bastion of Spectrum. The iridescent flames crackled, devouring the image of Kara before reshaping into a more slender silhouette, of an almost unreal pallor. I crossed my arms, observing Kaiser with contempt.
"Perhaps you will prefer your love as Klein Konstantine: Sierra Del Luna?" I began, my voice resonating against the cold stone walls. "That albino elf beauty, with alabaster skin, who accompanied you for ten years in the mental domain while the outside world saw only a few hours pass."
The image of Sierra appeared, her hair of absolute white falling like a cascade of snow on her shoulders. My memories then projected me into that psychic space where I had managed to infiltrate my consciousness to observe her.