Unexpectedly, she found herself escaping punishnt as Wang Xiao approached her, his presence casting a shadow of uncertainty.
"Eh?"
Freya's face changed into confusion, a barrage of question marks filling her expression, as Wang Xiao's hand unexpectedly landed on her head.
!!
Just as she lifted her gaze to protest, she froze, trapped by the intensity of Wang Xiao's piercing eyes, his smile sending shivers down her spine.
"Girl, I would suggest you keep that little tongue of yours in check, or next ti I might just cut it down and shove it where the sun don't shine."
A sharp inhale escaped Freya as she flinched, her nodding quick and fervent. "Hm! Hm!"
There was no doubt in her mind.
She was certain he would follow through.
As Wang Xiao finally departed, leaving behind an eerie silence, Freya couldn't help but release a sigh of relief, her hands instinctively moving to her backside, inspecting them for any signs of—
With a heavy exhale, she allowed herself a mont of respite, grateful to have escaped unscathed—for now.
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In the heart of Transylvania, Romania, nestled on the fringe of civilization, stood the most imposing castle, its silhouette a haunting specter against the bright sky.
*Thud!*
"Haaaaa!..." A sharp exhalation pierced the silence, a plu of smoke swirling into the air, as a man's form crumpled to the aged wooden floor with a graceless thump.
He slouched, his back pressed against the bed's sturdy base, the cold wood a stark contrast to his heated skin.
Bare, his body radiated an unearthly luminance, a ghostly white that seed alien to mankind.
The room around him was thick with a pungent, almost tangible aura of desolation, the air heavy and suffocating.
Through the haze, his eyes shone with an ethereal blue light, as if harboring the depths of the sky, while his skin glead with an unnatural luminescence.
Scattered around him, the room was a tableau of decadence and despair, with more than ten won in various states of undress and unconsciousness.
"Ugh..."
"Gr..."
Their bodies were strewn across the floor like discarded dolls, twitching slightly, their legs spread apart, marred by bruises and marks that told tales of the u speak horror last night.
Yet, amidst the chaos, the man appeared as if plucked from the pages of a dark fairy tale, his blonde hair cascading down his shoulders in a golden waterfall, soft and lustrous, a stark contrast to the scene of debauchery.
His voice, a low growl, broke the silence, filled with impatience, "Hey! What happened to the princesses? It's already the middle of the year; why aren't they here yet?" Rising to his feet, his stature imposing, he surveyed the room, his gaze sweeping across the room, a storm brewing beneath the calm.
"Lord Asmodeous, we are working on i—uggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Amara, her hair a cascade of glistening black silk, approached with nervousness only to be halted mid-sentence.
!!
Asmodeous, without warning, extended his hand with a swiftness that belied his size, his fingers encircling her neck in an iron grip. "Lord No—ahhhhh!" she managed, her scream piercing the heavy silence as terror widened her eyes and the unthinkable happened.
Whoosh!
Without warning, Asmodeous's muscles did not rely tighten; they transford. His flesh rippled and extended, an otherworldly phenonon, reaching for her face with a hunger that seed to devour the very air between them.
"!!" Amara was enveloped, consud by an embrace that was more than physical—it was an absorption into the very essence of Asmodeous.
Silence fell, a heavy cloak that seed to mourn the loss of Amara. Asmodeous, now standing even taller than his imposing 6'7'' stature, appeared rejuvenated, his skin acquiring an even more flawless texture, if such a thing were possible.
"Tch, these are re trifles, but they will suffice for now..." His gaze, dismissive yet calculating, swept over the other won in the room.
One by one, he approached them, assimilating each with the sa terrifying efficiency with which he had claid Amara. Their bodies, once writhing in agony, now contributed to his growing power.
Finally, he moved towards the glass wall, his reflection a dark mirage against the backdrop of the mountainous range outside.
The curtain of day seed to bow before his gaze.
As Amara's place was taken by another, the cycle of dread continued.
"Lord, we attempted to fetch the princesses as their ti had expired, but we encountered so... obstacles," the new woman reported, her voice trembling with fear.
"Obstacles?" The word fell from Asmodeous's lips like a decree, his towering presence now clouded with a frown of displeasure.
The newcor, upon witnessing the formidable silhouette of Asmodeous, instantly averted her gaze.
Despite his title as the Immortal King, revered for an eternally youthful body, few truly understood the depths of his story or the darkness that clung to his soul.
Asmodeous had mastered an art most sinister, a secret gleaned from the cold-blooded denizens of the dark—shedding his ancient skin to don the fresh, vibrant hide of others.
This ritual was the fountain of his eternally youthful appearance, driving his relentless pursuit of beautiful won as both a ans to sustain his beauty and a symbol of his power.
Yet, this horrifying ability to rejuvenate was but the surface of his true might.
His essence thrived on absorption; a capability to assimilate any matter into his being, transforming the very fabric of his physique at will.
His skeleton boasted a density a hundredfold that of ordinary humans, his skin had beco an impenetrable fortress, tougher than steel through ceaseless absorption.
His desire for the princesses was driven by a dual purpose: not only to consu their vitality but also to wield them as pawns in a grander sche of dominance over the kingdoms.
It was a declaration of his supremacy, a challenge to the status quo where other Guardians hesitated, content in their anonymity.
Asmodeous, on the other hand, drowned in his power, crowning himself a deity among mortals.
"The envoys sent after the princess of Sylvergard were found lifeless," the woman reported, her voice a grave lody amidst the silence.
"And you saw fit to delay this news?" Asmodeous's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint within them as he pivoted, his towering form casting an ominous shadow over the woman.
!!
Her fra quivered under his gaze, a deer caught in the sights of a predator.
"L-Lord... We..." Her words faltered, trapped in a throat constricted by fear.
"Proceed," commanded Asmodeous, his voice a calm that contrasted the storm of his displeasure.
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