“Let’s end this.”
Liam heard this but was mentally very exhausted. He felt nothing, thought nothing and was doing nothing currently, even though Lith’s words were something he was looking forward to all long.
Liam wanted to do nothing but die to escape the pain, however, after being tortured to such a high degree and now coming out of torture room, without the room’s healing effects, Liam’s mental health collapsed and he was now no different from a living corpse.
Looking at Liam’s lack of response, Lith once again clicked his tongue in annoyance. He wanted to let this guy suffer as much as he could, but Lith was an inexperienced person in this aspect, as this was his first time ever trying to kill someone by torturing.
He couldn’t make this person suffer to a degree he wanted and his rage wasn’t calmed enough. His eyes weren’t as red as before, but they hadn’t reverted to their purple color and were still red, albeit a little lighter shade than before.
Lith approached Liam and gazed down at him from above. He wasn’t fully rational and was still crazed, so he couldn’t think of all the pros and cons of killing Liam.
But, somewhere in the back of his mind, he did remember that killing Liam would bring him benefits. And thus, Lith knew killing Liam was important. However, these benefits couldn’t outweigh his thirst for having Liam suffer the most gruesome death.
Liam had cursed his mother, and this was unacceptable. Nothing mattered to Lith more than his own family, and disrespecting them was the deadliest sin one could commit in front of him. Lith’s head was filled with ways he could make Liam suffer and what death he could give him, thus the benefits of him killing Liam were buried but subconsciously he knew he would get something useful for killing him.
Lith had an idea after staring at Liam for a few seconds and racking his brain for ways to make him die in the most gruesome way possible. He took out his phone and called Hecate again and asked her to meet him.
Hecate complied with Lith’s requests and came to where Lith was. Looking at her standing in front, Lith said neutrally,
“Miss Hecate, take me to the D class dungeon present at the borders of Langerhan city.”
Hecate nodded her head and held Lith’s shoulder. Lith grabbed Liam by his collar and within the next instant, they vanished, leaving the torture room and its area.
….
At the border of Darkwing and Nightingale.
Hecate teleported out of thin air along with Lith holding Liam in front of the gates of the D class dungeon. She turned to Lith and said,
“Any specific floor of the dungeon you have in mind? I can take you there instantly, your highness.”
Lith nodded his head and said, “the 57th.”
Hecate nodded, and the three once again vanished from their spots.
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Royal Castle, Nightingale.
Lilith and Lucy were currently sitting in the garden of their castle and having tea together. Because of Lith, they picked up the habit of having afternoon tea.
The garden of the castle was in the center and was rectangular. There was a brightly lit white pavilion in the center of the garden with an arched ceiling and in the middle of it was a white round table with three chairs of the same color.
Lilith and Lucy sat in two of the seats, leaving the third empty because Lith was not present. They were chatting normally and having a good time together when Lucy put her teacup down in the middle of the conversation and frowned.
Lilith noticed this and asked, “what happened, dear?”
Lucy pondered a bit about how to explain what she was feeling to her mother. A second later she said, “mom, I feel a foreign emotion in me. It’s weird. Like for now, here while I was talking with you, I was happy, but suddenly I am starting to feel… umm… rage.”
Lilith chuckled hearing Lucy’s response and said,
“Fufufu… dear, did you forget a few things about yourself? I mean, about being a vampire?”
Lucy tilted her head in confusion. She didn’t understand where her mother was getting at and asked back, “I don’t understand, mom.”
Lilith patted Lucy’s head and said, smiling, “dear, when vampires lose their virginity, they form a blood bond with their partner. They feel the emotions of their partner if they are close to them. Not only that, vampires of noble bloodline of King rank and higher develop blood arts on top of the blood bond.
You may have felt some weird sensations every now and then. That’s your blood arts. You need to cultivate it, dear.”
Lucy listened seriously to her mother and took note of it. After processing what she had said, Lucy suddenly realized something. She opened her eyes wide in surprise and put both her hands on the table, got up suddenly from her seat and said,
“Mom! Blood arts aside, didn’t you just say one could feel the emotions of their partner if they are close? Little brother is near us!?”
Lilith chuckled and said after taking a sip of tea, “calm down. Yes, he is near us.”
Lilith looked at her daughter and said smiling, “I forgot, dear.”
Lucy’s previous shock was gone, and she stared at her mother for a good few seconds, trying to convey how cliche the answer was and demanding for a better one.
Lilith sipped tea again and put down the cup. She looked at Lucy and said with a smile, “what? Why are you staring at me like that, dear? Is there something on mama’s face?”
She said that even though she knew full well what Lucy had on her mind. Lucy rolled her eyes and said, “mom, isn’t the excuse you just gave before too cliche?”
“Fufufu… is it?” Lilith chuckled and said.
Lilith could’ve told Lucy about Lith, but she didn’t. For one, she wanted to test Lucy’s bond with Lith and at what range she could feel it. And two: she actually forgot.