Lillith - Chapter 16 - The Elegant Eliza

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Seraphina and Esmeralda hurriedly walk through the long corridors of the school, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. Esmeralda, still confused, tries to keep up as she questions:

"Where are we going? What exactly are we going to do?"

Without stopping, Seraphina responds, her gaze fixed forward without looking at her companion:

"We need to seal the school with a magical barrier. No one in, no one out."

Turning a corner, Seraphina quickens her pace, leaving Esmeralda breathless. Hearing her talk about sealing the school, Esmeralda furrows her brow and asks:

"But I don’t have enough power to create a barrier of that magnitude!" She tries to understand the plan while running alongside Seraphina.

Seraphina simply replies, without diverting her gaze:

"Armand does."

The answer leaves Esmeralda even more puzzled. Why, then, were they going in this direction and not looking for Armand? Disconcerted, Esmeralda asks:

"So why didn’t we go after Armand first?"

This time, Seraphina slows down a bit, but her tone is firm as she responds:

"I need to get something first."

The two then find themselves before an imposing door. It’s a reinforced structure, covered with exotic wood, a rare and extremely expensive material capable of nullifying any kind of magic. A security measure that only the most powerful could afford. Esmeralda observes the sturdy structure, both in awe and wary, but before she can ask anything, Seraphina approaches the lock.

As she nears the lock, the magical latch transforms, the gears shifting to form a sharp blade. Without hesitation, Seraphina cuts her finger and lets her blood drip onto the door. The red droplets begin to glow, spreading like living threads that run through the grooves. The mechanism groans loudly, and the door opens slowly.

They step inside and begin to descend a spiral staircase. The air grows colder and denser as they go down the steps, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the solid structure around them. The path is lit only by torches on the walls, casting ghostly shadows on their faces. After descending several floors, the staircase ends in a narrow corridor. Seraphina moves ahead, and Esmeralda follows closely, cautiously.

To Esmeralda's surprise, two red spheres appear out of nowhere, floating slightly below her waist. They start to pulse and shrink rapidly until they disappear.

"Magic for testicles?" Esmeralda asks, raising an eyebrow.

Seraphina gives her a serious look and responds, still walking:

"If you had balls, you'd be castrated by now."

Esmeralda freezes for a moment, reflecting... Not because it was brutal—no, Esmeralda herself had made many wizards "lose their magic"—but because of the seriousness with which Seraphina said that line. Seraphina continues down the corridor, unfazed, explaining in a stern tone:

"This serves as a warning. Don’t tamper with rooms in the school to which you weren’t invited."

She picks up a small stone from the floor and tosses it forward. Instantly, a rune appears, and a giant scythe slices through the air where the stone landed, passing with millimeter precision. Esmeralda, impressed, watches the scene and murmurs to herself:

"The Rune of the Wandering Reaper... I read once that it's one of the deadliest cuts that exists, able to bypass any shield and even temporarily block a witch's powers... What are you here to retrieve, Seraphina?"

With a serene expression, Seraphina simply raises her hand. Immediately, all the surrounding runes glow red before disappearing one by one, leaving the corridor safe to pass.

Esmeralda hesitates, looking around cautiously, while Seraphina walks ahead without hesitation, striding down the long corridor with determined steps. They arrive at a large door at the end of the corridor, a room known only to the most important members of the school. As they enter, they’re greeted by the intense glow of a staff in the center of the room. The artifact is imposing, with golden details and a large ruby gemstone at the top. Its glow illuminates the space, reflecting in Seraphina's determined eyes.

Seraphina extends her hand, and the staff responds instantly, as if obeying her call. It glides through the air into her palm, and upon touching it, an ancient energy flows through her body. Her red hair gains vibrant yellow streaks, glowing with a power she hadn’t felt in years. She smiles slightly, feeling more powerful, and turns to Esmeralda.

"I’m ready."

The two leave the room, and the door closes silently behind them. As they ascend back up the corridor, Seraphina brings two fingers to her ear, activating a communication rune.

"Valerya, have you found Armand?"

The reply comes quickly, with Valerya’s voice:

"Yes, some half-rate witch was beating him up. She’s out of commission now. I’m waiting for him to stop crying."

"Alright. Meet me in the gym."

She deactivates the rune and continues up the stairs.

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The dark, gloomy corridor of the school was empty, the flames of the wall torches flickering faintly as a panting and wounded mage advanced, clutching his injured arm. A dark aura surrounded him, enveloping his skin in a shell of energy. His face, covered in dust and small wounds, showed an expression of caution and urgency. He constantly looked around, checking for any pursuers.

Finally, as he approached a worn wall, he stopped and looked at it intently. Without hesitation, he leapt towards it, passing through what appeared to be a solid wall but was actually a hidden passage. The mage was immediately transported to another location through a concealed portal, and the sensation of teleporting left him momentarily dizzy.

Upon arrival, Brad found himself in a luxurious setting. The polished, gleaming wooden floor reflected the soft candlelight from strategically placed antique candelabras. The walls, painted black with gold accents, exuded an air of sophistication. Scattered around the room were rich-looking furnishings: red velvet sofas, leather armchairs, and a fireplace, its flames casting dancing shadows on the walls.

In front of him, three figures occupied the room. In the most ornate armchair, positioned centrally, sat a woman with an authoritative presence. She had short, white hair, with a striking red streak that stood out, along with her eyes, so red they resembled blood. Her beautiful skin was slightly darker than most witches. She wore a black strapless top and a red overcoat that exuded elegance and power. This was Eliza, the leader of the group.

Beside her, a brown-haired woman with a single red streak read a magazine indifferently, dressed in a matching black strapless top and red overcoat that complemented the room’s decor. Her eyes were also red, though less intense than Eliza's, yet she still radiated determination and strength. The other occupant of the room was a man with one side of his head shaved, with the remaining hair featuring a red streak. He held a cigar, casually lighting it, and wore a red dress shirt beneath a black overcoat.

When Brad entered the room, the brown-haired woman murmured without looking up from her magazine:

— Hey, Eliza, the older brother is back…

Eliza turned her chair toward the mage. Upon seeing his deplorable state, with his injured arm and tattered, dirty clothes, her initial look of irritation softened into a forced smile. However, that smile carried an implicit threat.

— Brad! — she greeted with false enthusiasm. — You’re back… I hope with good news, because I really don’t have the patience to handle things myself.

The brown-haired woman glanced up from her magazine for the first time, casting a quick look at Brad. Noticing his condition, she gave a sly smile and a slight nod, as if already knowing that something bad was coming. She returned to her reading with little interest.

— M-Miss Eliza… I did my best. — Brad spoke with a trembling voice. — Unfortunately, they discovered me earlier than expected… this complicated everything…

— “They discovered you earlier than expected?”

— “Yes… everything was going according to plan until suddenly a man and a student turned the corner, and this man…”

Eliza interrupted him, laughing. Her laughter echoed throughout the room, loud and filled with disdain.

— Nix, Torne, did you hear that? HAHAHA! A man! He’s telling me that a man disrupted our plan! HAHAHA!

Her laughter echoed off the walls, and the mage shrank back, embarrassed and fearful.

— Listen, Brad… I really hope this is a joke. Being stopped by a woman I could understand. But a man? There’s only one man in that school who could possibly interfere with you, and if it were him, you probably wouldn’t be here right now!

Brad felt his face flush with shame. He barely knew what to say, completely at a loss for words. Eliza stopped laughing abruptly, and for a moment, her gaze turned serious.

— It’s all right, boy… Nix, could you help with his arm?

Nix, the brown-haired woman, sighed impatiently. She extended her hand toward Brad's injured arm, and the dark aura surrounding the wound seemed to come alive, writhing and coiling like a snake along the injured arm. With a swift motion, the energy dissipated, leaving Brad's arm completely healed.

"Brad, come here," Eliza commanded coldly.

With his arm restored but still hesitant, Brad began walking toward Eliza, each step heavier than the last.

“What do you and your sister plan to do to fix this?” Eliza’s voice cut through the air with cold precision, like a sharp blade piercing Brad's already fragile confidence.

He tried to hold his posture, forcing the words out with minimal control.

“The... the attack plan, my lady…”

“Oh… the attack plan…” she repeated mockingly, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Of course… you two mess it up, and I have to clean it up…”

Brad swallowed hard, his heart pounding. He knew what was coming, and the words barely formed in his mind as he struggled to stay calm.

"Brad, dear... please... take your balls out of your pants."

The statement sent a chill down his spine. Brad's face went pale as her words echoed in his mind. He froze, unable to process the order, his body rigid with tension. Beside him, Nix lowered her magazine, casting him a sadistic glance, while at the far end of the room, Torne grimaced with disgust before standing and leaving, as if the sight repulsed him.

“My… my lady… that’s not necessary…”

“Brad, your balls, now,” she demanded, her hand extending almost threateningly.

Sweat trickled down Brad's forehead. His mind searched for an answer, but his voice faltered, until he found himself murmuring a final desperate plea.

“My lady Eliza, please, I…”

“BRAD! YOU DON’T WANT ME TO DO THIS FOR YOU, DO YOU?!” Her voice echoed, a combination of irritation and impatience.

Realizing he had no choice, Brad yielded, his trembling hands unbuttoning his pants. Reluctant and humiliated, he exposed his “package” and placed it hesitantly in Eliza’s hands.

She began to handle his orbs gently, almost as if she were playing. Her fingers moved from side to side, tossing them lightly without applying pressure, but the psychological discomfort was already palpable. Brad’s face burned with shame, and each movement only worsened his humiliation.

"Good, good... Brad, let me tell you something..." She paused, her gaze turning sharp.

It was then that her expression shifted from amusement to something far darker. Without warning, her fingers tightened, transforming what had been a light touch into a powerful, painful grip. Brad felt the shock surge through his body, and his knees buckled instantly, forcing him to lean against a nearby chair to stay upright. He tried to suppress a groan of pain, but the mounting pressure made his resistance increasingly difficult.

"I'm tired of you and your sister failing me…" Eliza said, her voice calm yet icy. “Four chances, four different and simple missions, all failures, and I had to fix the mess you both created… So…” she squeezed harder, making him writhe. “You show up during one of the most important missions of my life, and you mess it up… I didn’t even want to put you on this mission to begin with… but that idiot Torne convinced me… And I guess that's why I’ll have to give his balls as a gift to someone.”

Eliza cast a glance at Nix, who flashed a sadistic smile. Closing her magazine firmly, she began to rise and murmured in a provocative tone:

“Torneee…”

She left the room with an almost perverse smile, leaving Brad even more tense.

"Now... you're lucky, very lucky, that your sister has done right by me many times… and that, for some reason, she cares about those 'pathetic things' hanging between your legs… Only because of that am I not castrating you right here and now…" Her tone suddenly shifted, and her hand applied concentrated pressure on only one of his balls, the left one, making Brad release an involuntary grunt of agony.

He felt the pain spread through his body like fire, and Eliza’s gaze remained fixed on him, her intensely red eyes full of cold calculation.

“…however, if you fail again…” she paused, watching him as he groaned in pain, “…let’s just say you’ll lose half of your power… and that’s without me even using magic…”

With those words, she finally released her grip, and Brad collapsed onto the floor, his knees hitting the ground with a muffled thud. He could barely breathe, his mind clouded by the intense pain, as Eliza stood up, her movements as calm as they were menacing. She snapped her fingers with a hint of disdain, walking toward the portal with calculated steps.

“Oh…” she murmured, with a smile of malevolent satisfaction. “I was actually missing going into that school, after all…”

And with that, she disappeared through the portal, leaving Brad lying on the floor, gasping and broken. Seconds later, a dry impact sound could be heard, followed by a high-pitched groan in Torne’s voice.

As Eliza stepped out of the portal at the school, she looked around the small room...

"In the janitor's closet? Really?... What a pathetic portal..."

Just as she said this, the portal closed behind her, much to her surprise.

“Huh?”

The portal that had been there seconds before vanished, and Eliza smiled...

"Looks like I arrived just in time… I’ll have to figure out a way out later... but that can wait."

Eliza stepped out of the room, walking down the school corridors with a seductive sway in her hips.

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The gym door opened with a low creak, revealing Valerya and Armand to everyone inside. The place was packed, with a tense silence as the students huddled together, following instructions to wait there. Outside the school, the teachers stood guard, securing every possible entrance or exit. Seraphina was at the center, scepter in hand, focused as she channeled her magic; beside her, Esmeralda was precisely tracing complex lines on the floor, creating a glowing magic circle.

Valerya spotted Seraphina and took a few steps forward, calling to her firmly.

"Ah, great, you're here!" said Seraphina, showing a hint of relief. She walked over to the two, her expression austere and determined. "Valerya, please join the teachers outside and guard the room where Lilith, Emma, and Morgana are."

Valerya nodded without hesitation and left the room, her footsteps echoing in the gym. Then Seraphina turned to Armand, who was watching her with a skeptical expression.

"I need you and Esmeralda to prepare the school's lock spell. No one can enter or leave this building!"

Armand, who had cautiously entered the gym, paused, frowning. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes.

"Wait a minute... you don't mean *Perfect Peusegel*, do you?"

Seraphina nodded without looking away.

"You realize the complexity of that spell, right?" Armand retorted, his tone laced with disbelief. "I think we're a bit pressed for time to be wasting it on a spell like that, aren't we?!"

She looked at him with a calm, unsettling gaze.

"Do you want the witches and wizards outside to come into the school after some expected signal? Or do you want whoever might be inside here to escape?"

Seraphina held her gaze, her expression stern.

"That's the problem—always going for the quickest answer that comes to mind, huh?! You've always been that way! No in-depth analysis, no sense of complexity... Imagine if the enemy inside this school is incredibly powerful, and you're locking up a thousand students with a murderous mage!"

"IF THERE'S A MURDEROUS MAGE, I'LL RIP HIS BALLS OFF, DAMMIT!" Seraphina burst out, rage clear in her eyes as she stared intensely at Armand. They both stood there, locked in a silent duel of stares. Her eyes met his... Looking at Armand, she felt a strange tingling in her chest, that odd sensation again... "Damn..." she thought. With a heavy sigh, she broke eye contact and, in a more controlled tone, said:

"Armand, I'm the headmistress, the leader. Just do as I say."

Armand, breathing deeply to contain his irritation, nodded and finally turned, heading toward Esmeralda to begin the spell. Seraphina refocused on her staff, positioning it close to her body, closing her eyes, and beginning her concentration. Armand stood beside Esmeralda, watching her trace the runes precisely within the magic circle. The two began the spell, which took time; they spent nearly a minute reciting symbols and names... However, the pressure of the moment seemed to be affecting Esmeralda, who, midway through, made a slip, disrupting the magical flow.

"Damn..." she muttered, her eyes showing evident nervousness.

"Again," Armand said... they focused for a while, a minute passed, and Esmeralda made another mistake...

"Again!" Armand said, already irritated, and again a minute passed, and Esmeralda failed once more.

Armand lost patience:

"Enough! Damn it, Seraphina, sorry, but look at the situation you're putting me in!"

Seraphina opened her eyes, her concentration broken, and turned to Armand with an annoyed look.

"I understand the spell choice, okay, but with so many experienced students here, you choose the 'flat-chested' teacher to do this?!"

Esmeralda, upon hearing the comment about her chest, reacted immediately. In a swift, fluid motion, she spun around and delivered a precise kick between Armand's legs, catching him from behind, off guard. The pointed tip of her heel struck directly into his right testicle, and Armand collapsed to the ground, his face contorted in paralyzing pain. His mouth opened, but no words came out; only a muffled sound escaped.

Some nearby students let out giggles, amused by the unexpected scene.

"REPEAT WHAT YOU SAID, YOU BALL-LESS JERK!" Esmeralda exclaimed, furious.

"STOP!" Seraphina shouted, cutting through the commotion.
"Esmeralda, yes, if a man talks about my chest, it's only logical I'd make his balls feel a sea of pain, but now is neither the time nor place for this, damn it! Not to mention that focus! Damn it, it's so unlike you!"

Esmeralda lowered her head, ashamed.

"Yes, ma'am... I'm sorry..."

Seraphina turned to Armand, who was still on the floor, pale and gasping.

"And Armand, don't question my choices! Just do as I say. If I told you to cast the spell with her, it's with her you should do it!"

Armand tried to mutter something, still writhing in pain.

"Y-yes... ma'am..."

"Oh, for goodness' sake... acting like children! Come here, Armand, I'll heal you, and you two can get back to this damn job!"

Seraphina knelt beside Armand, conjuring a healing spell in her hands. She moved carefully toward the affected areas, trying to keep her composure, but the touch on Armand's sizable balls, which was common for punishment, for some reason made her blush slightly. She looked away, hoping no one would notice the slight flush covering her face, hidden by her red hair.

Feeling the healing magic flow through him, Armand finally relaxed, his muscles releasing the tension brought by the pain. He pulled himself together, took a deep breath, and, along with Esmeralda, returned to the magic circle.

After some time and a few attempts, with their eyes closed and hands raised, they both concentrated intensely. Armand and Esmeralda chanted the magic words in unison, their voices reverberating through the gym.

"Perfect Peusegel!" they declared, their voices firm and determined.

A powerful wave of energy spread through the space, a magical gust that made everyone’s hair fly. Clothes fluttered, and Seraphina's hair, along with that of the other women, danced in the wind. The large breasts of the women in the gym also swayed gently with the released energy, which didn’t go unnoticed by the few men around.

Armand extended his hand, attempting to conjure a portal, but nothing appeared. He took a deep breath, testing the limits of the spell.

"Portals only from within the school, to within the school..." he murmured, satisfied. He looked at Esmeralda, who seemed exhausted from the intensity of the spell, sweat trickling down her forehead as she tried to catch her breath.

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Finally the big villain has appeared! And finally a story that I genuinely had fun writing! My God, I planned this chapter a lot, A LOT... and it's finally out... I genuinely want you guys to like it, because I really put in the effort here...
Well... Eliza is clearly the big villain in this whole story, so if you liked her... be happy, she's going to appear a lot more... now, if you didn't like her, tell me, why? We're trying to make our villain evil, sensual and powerful! Tell me why and I'll do my best to fix it!
I'm making the chapters a little longer now, because I heard that they wanted me to make them a little bigger, since my audience has probably already been established by now, I believe there's no problem with longer stories, right?
Thank you all very much for reading!

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