NARRATOR“Is this the elemental village where you were born?” Sigrid held onto her wide-brimmed straw hat to keep it from being carried away by the wind.They had gone out after lunch with Silas to gather fresh grass for the rabbits.Their steps led them to the edge of a beautiful hillside covered in daisies. Below, the wooden and stone houses of the village came into view.The creaking of carts, the clucking of chickens, and the laughter of children playing in the fields filled the air.“Yes, it’s just as I remember. I never forgot it, unlike other things.” Silas gazed at the horizon with nostalgia, looking over the valley where he had been born.His best memories… in the darkest nights, in the most horrific tortures.“Have you been here before?” he asked Sigrid.His hand gently held hers, a bundle of herbs slung over his back, and a sickle in his other free hand.“Yes, this is where I hid the baby, remember? The baby I saved when I met you, Drusilla’s son.” Sigrid wondered what kind

NARRATORSigrid was incredibly tense, not because of the life-or-death battle ahead, but because she was worried about Silas’s emotions and murderous impulses.Lucrecia couldn’t discover his power.Silas himself—and his condition as a Selenia—were their greatest secret advantages.The prelude to the party unfolded in the vast garden and open halls, adorned with lanterns and dim lights, where guests toasted, chatted, and exchanged suggestive glances.Everyone was masked.Some concealed their identities even more thoroughly.They had come here with a purpose. Accepting the invitation meant they were willing to spend an evening indulging in sex and orgies.This was only the warm-up. The real festivities would take place later inside the mansion, in the underground levels.Or perhaps Lucrecia had something even more novel and thrilling prepared."We need to find a way for her to invite us to play with her in private. It’s our best chance to separate her from her guards and security," Ales

NARRATORSigrid felt a movement behind her and subtly reached back to grip Silas’s clothing.The message was clear: «Calm down, I can handle this»“But I thought there were more events. The others will be very disappointed,” Sigrid responded neutrally.“Fuck them. Come, come with me, let’s go to my sanctuary,” Lucrecia invited, far too enthusiastic.She was about to extend her claws to grab Silas by the arm, but Alessandre was quicker, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her away.“Tell me, what exactly were you using to tempt my parents? I’m so tired of you never considering me,” the vampire began his superficial chatter, skillfully aiding Sigrid.It was beyond obvious—the raw lust in Lucrecia’s eyes whenever she looked at Silas, an obsession that went far beyond even his perfect disguise.Through the dark corridors, the night breeze rustling the leaves, muffled moans in every corner, and soft feminine giggles, Lucrecia led them deeper into the labyrinth.Silas stayed right

NARRATORIn Silas's free hand, a lethal black dagger materialized, immediately aiming for Lucrecia's throat.Both attacked at the same time, taking advantage of the element of surprise and their close proximity.Only, it wouldn't be that easy.The dagger and the devouring flames were suddenly swallowed by a dark mist.Lucrecia's body vanished into nothingness, floating with black magic before reappearing a few meters away.For a second, the three of them locked eyes."Who the hell are you?!" Lucrecia roared, scrutinizing Sigrid intently.She hadn't seen this coming.It couldn't be... Was that the power of a Selenia inside Electra?"That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're going to die." Sigrid wasn't up for any more talking.She summoned a sharp sword engulfed in bright blue flames and lunged at Lucrecia, who responded by conjuring her own fire-element sword.They began to fight in the spacious room, tearing apart the furniture, exchanging every strike, every block, every assa

NARRATORShe pulled her trembling hand away from her lips, staring at it in front of her face with disbelief.The vital crimson liquid dripped onto the floor.A bloodcurdling shriek of a dying serpent echoed through the darkness.Lucrecia’s eyes darted in that direction, incredulous.No… Damn it, no… He couldn’t have destroyed one of her greatest spells!"KILL THAT BASTARD! NOW! NOW, OR I WON’T GIVE YOU ANOTHER DAMNED SOUL TO DEVOUR!" she shrieked, more hysterical than the very nightmares she commanded.She could feel it—something was happening, something slipping out of her control.She released all the mirrors, throwing the portals wide open. All at once, surges of magical power rippled through the air.She dug her boots firmly into the ground, her hair whipping around her face as the violent winds howled.Raising her hands to shield herself, she squinted against the onslaught.The dark power she had gathered with so much sacrifice was… being consumed?Lucrecia took a step back—this