Lilith - Chapter 18 - Don't Meddle in Women's Affairs
Attention, this is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults, over 18 years old!
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A warning before the chapter begins, in the middle of the translation I had to change the method I was using, so maybe from the middle to the end there may be some errors, and some words that didn't make sense when they were translated, if you find any please let me know in the comments. This story has been modified several times, and this Eliza arc is much longer than I thought (and wanted) I've been working on it to close it in a pleasant way for everyone, thank you for understanding!Also, in one part of the chapter I did 100% without AI, as a form of testing, I want to see if the change in writing is obvious, and see if I can already start trying to abandon the AI!
Enjoy reading!
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The footsteps of Armand, Esmeralda, Emma, and the students echoed through the corridors as they followed the sound of destruction growing ever closer. Each explosion and tremor of the walls seemed to reinforce the urgency in each of their chests. Only two more corridors remained before they would reach the place where Valerya and Eliza were fighting, when the loudest crash yet made them freeze for a moment.
Instinctively, Armand threw his arm to protect the students, pushing them back as he saw the wall beside them explode in a shower of bricks and dust. In the next instant, Valerya's body flew down the hallway in front of them, thrown with such force that she shattered three consecutive walls before crashing, completely motionless, against the final one next to them.
Valerya, an unparalleled fighter in hand-to-hand combat, was now lying on the floor, unconscious and unresponsive. Esmeralda, in shock, needed a few seconds to process the gravity of the situation, but Armand was quick, turning to the students with severe eyes and firm commands:
— "Stay behind, hide. Don’t approach until you receive further instructions."
The students, though fearful, nodded and took a few steps back, remaining on alert, paying attention to what was happening. Then, Armand looked directly at Emma, his eyes locking with hers in a deep seriousness.
— "Emma," — he said, his voice firm but with a hint of understanding.
— "Whatever happens, don’t get involved in this fight. No matter what you see, even if I’m down, do you understand?" —
He leaned slightly forward, emphasizing the request.
— "Remember the plan, focus on it."
Emma hesitated for a moment, her heart tight as she saw Armand’s determination. There was something more there, she knew, but the concern and fear in his eyes were real. Swallowing hard, she nodded, striving to maintain her focus.
Meanwhile, Esmeralda approached Valerya, her eyes wide, unable to believe her comrade’s condition. Valerya was one of the best, a nearly unstoppable witch in combat. How could this have happened? Doubt and fear quickly turned into a spark of determination as she touched Valerya’s shoulder, assessing her state before carefully pulling her closer to the students.
Valerya was laid on the floor, and Esmeralda cast an urgent glance at Emma.
— "Do what you can to help heal her, Emma," — she said firmly, before standing up to join Armand, who was already eyeing the hole in the wall where Eliza awaited.
The dust from the impact began to dissipate, and Armand was the first to see her. The face of the woman in front of him was unmistakable. Eliza... He hadn't seen her in years. She was there, imposing, with a wide, malicious smile.
— "Well, well... look what we have here..." — Eliza taunted, her voice seductive, clearly intending to destabilize.
Armand, however, remained silent, his eyes fixed on the witch. Even though his heart was racing, he refused to show any emotion. He couldn’t let Eliza see the slightest hesitation.
— "This scene… it’s almost nostalgic, don’t you think?" — she continued, tilting her head slightly, a hint of malice in her gaze.
— "Do you remember our duels, Armand? Twenty-five wins for me, and only one defeat... Ah, good times."
Esmeralda, who was drawing closer, heard every word and felt her blood boil. She had never seen Valerya defeated like that, and now, this insolent woman was speaking as though it were just a funny memory. Esmeralda immediately activated a communication rune in her ear and whispered, trying to maintain control:
— Seraphina, Armand and I will hold out as long as we can. Please, hurry.
She received no response, but she knew Seraphina was listening and would do her best to arrive in time.
Eliza's provocative stance shifted, and her eyes settled on Esmeralda, scanning her from head to toe, a disdainful smile forming on her face. She raised an eyebrow as she saw the uniform Esmeralda was wearing and then laughed, clearly enjoying herself.
— Who’s this, Armand? A new student? — she asked, her gaze sliding to Esmeralda’s bust, provocative. — Isn’t it a bit bold to ask a student to fight a witch like me?
Esmeralda clenched her fists, feeling her blood rise, but before she could respond, Armand never took his eyes off Eliza, only murmuring in a tone she knew she couldn’t ignore.
— Calm down, Esmeralda... — he said softly.
— Eliza loves to play with the minds of those she faces. Don’t fall for her game.
Eliza kept watching, and when her eyes landed on the badge Esmeralda wore, her expression of contempt only grew.
— Oh… Oh?! So, you're a teacher? — Eliza said, sarcastically.
— What did Seraphina do to my mother's school? What decadence...
She snapped her fingers casually, and the atmosphere around her seemed to vibrate with an oppressive wave of energy. Her gaze focused on both of them, a satisfied smile curling her lips.
— Well, shall we finish this, then? — she announced, with a gleam in her eye that mixed pleasure and malice.
Armand wanted to buy time, so he listened to every word Eliza had to say, and they didn’t strike, but Eliza wasn’t any ordinary opponent. Before either of them could react, she advanced with superhuman speed. Esmeralda blinked, and in an instant, Eliza was in front of her, winding up a punch so fast that the air around her seemed to ripple. Armand, anticipating the worst, grabbed Esmeralda by the arm and pulled her back, but that only deflected the punch by a few inches. Eliza was already ready for the movement, and her hand began to glow with scarlet energy, poised to unleash a magical explosion.
With no other options, Esmeralda conjured a simple shield, which flickered in the air like a thin layer of glass, unable to contain the full force of the attack. The energy passed through the shield like a devastating wave, sending both teachers crashing into the nearest wall. Armand spun in the air to land on his feet, while Esmeralda hit the ground with a dull thud. She hated being there. The battlefield had never been her place; her expertise was in creating strategies, in giving safety orders. Yet, there she was, fighting desperately for her own survival.
Eliza, merciless, formed a fireball in one hand, intending to throw it directly at Esmeralda. But Armand, showing sharp reflexes, moved past Esmeralda and swept his hand along the fireball’s trajectory, redirecting the spell with a subtle gesture, shaping the fire into the form of a serpentine dragon. The fire raced toward Eliza, but with a blade-like motion, she sliced through the fire creature as if it were fabric. Armand, however, was already poised, taking advantage of the distraction to strike from behind. The tips of his fingers glowed with bluish energy, and the air around him crackled. He extended his hand and, by a hair's breadth, brushed a strand of Eliza’s hair, the intense heat instantly scorching its tip.
Armand continued the offensive, planting his hand on the ground and spinning in a swift movement, electricity crackling around his legs. With a fluid motion, he rose and launched an arc of electrical energy that sliced through the air toward Eliza. The lightning tore through the corridor, opening a fissure in the wall as it left the building, dissipating into the air.
Eliza skillfully dodged, countering with a punch wrapped in a red aura. She advanced with a series of blows, each faster and stronger than the last. Armand managed to dodge, but he realized she was strategically trying to get closer to Esmeralda, who was still recovering. He planned a spell to protect her, but at the last second, Eliza switched targets. Magical chains manifested from the ground, binding his arms like shackles.
Before Armand could react, Eliza delivered a precise and brutal kick directly between his legs, hitting him with such force that his knees buckled. The kick landed squarely, the point of Eliza’s boot seeming to pierce into his testicle, sending him to his knees, groaning in agony.
“You shouldn’t interfere in women’s matters, Armand,” she said coldly, before turning to Esmeralda.
Esmeralda was no longer visible. Eliza looked around, intrigued. With a skeptical look, she noticed a slight disturbance in the ground around her feet, as if wooden roots were binding her. “Huh... interesting...” she murmured, feeling Esmeralda’s trap. Without wasting time, the ground beneath her gave way, sending her into an alternate dimension, the Turraum.
Eliza found herself in a surreal environment, surrounded by floating doors extending as far as her eyes could see. She smiled, recognizing the spell. “So, even a witch like you knows the Turraum...” she murmured provocatively.
Before she could react, one of the doors opened, and Esmeralda appeared in a leap, wielding a magical blade that cut through the air, striking Eliza in the shoulder. Esmeralda disappeared through another door, while new doors opened, creating a confusing maze of attacks and defenses. Eliza dodged the following attacks, noticing the pattern and smiling. When the next door opened, she quickly reached out, grabbing Esmeralda by the hair.
"Have you ever wondered why high-level witches rarely use this magic in combat?" Eliza pulled her out of the Turraum with a violent tug. The space around them distorted, and they returned to the hallway, the magical doors disappearing. Eliza slammed Esmeralda to the ground with force, sending her sliding into the wall.
"The Turraum may be impressive... but it's predictable," Eliza said, kicking Esmeralda with such force that she was sent flying to the other side of the hallway. Esmeralda hit the ground hard, trying to recover, but the impact was too strong. Observing the desperate situation, Armand, who had finally regained his strength, opened a portal beneath Esmeralda, transporting her away.
Esmeralda emerged from the portal and fell on her back, directly next to Emma, who helped her stabilize. Armand, now standing again, looked directly at Eliza. "I told you, Eliza... your enemy is me."
Eliza let out a malicious laugh. "Still so impatient, Armand? I was just trying to have a little fun, but if you really want to be the main course..." She snapped her fingers, and the magical cuffs holding Armand dissolved.
He flexed his arms, feeling the circulation return. They both stared at each other, the air around them charged with magic and tension, each of them sizing up the other's next move.
Armand knew that to face Eliza, he needed to step out of his usual combat style and take the offensive. He visualized his plan with precision: to spread runes of magic nullification around the arena while keeping Eliza under pressure. Each magic strike would conceal a rune, and though she would likely dodge most of them, they would still be inscribed. This way, he could attack without her realizing his true intent. The runes needed to be strategically placed on the ground, each one functioning like an invisible trap to block magic use, similar to what was used against Lilith. This was essential, as he knew facing such a high-level witch would not be possible with brute strength alone.
Taking a deep breath, Armand focused energy into his hand and conjured a glowing disc, its surface rippling with small sparks of pure energy. In a quick motion, he threw the disc at Eliza, who was surprised by Armand's offensive, since he usually didn't attack first. With a slight gasp, she quickly moved to the side, dodging it easily. As she dodged, Eliza kept her eyes locked on Armand, but he was already advancing with his next strike. He closed the distance with a close-range shot aimed directly at her torso. She again dodged with finesse, spinning her body and letting Armand's fist pass just a few millimeters from her.
Without missing a beat, Armand follows up with another point-blank energy shot, the mana sphere glowing intensely in the palm of his hand. Before he can complete the attack, Eliza reacts with surprising speed, grabbing his wrist and forcing his hand down, causing the shot to veer toward the ground. The impact with the floor triggers an explosion of energy that shakes the surrounding stones, but for Armand, this means one more rune has been placed where he needed it.
Eliza smiles as she notices his effort, and before he even realizes it, she delivers a swift kick toward him. Armand only realizes it when he feels the air displacement coming from below; his heart races, knowing it's a strike aimed directly at his balls. Instinctively, he uses her leg as leverage, pushing himself backward, and the kick blocks the attack just in time... That could've been the end of the fight... Still in mid-air, he launches an energy sphere downward, aiming at the spot where he was, targeting Eliza. The force of the sphere creates an explosion of dust and stones around them, forcing Eliza to quickly cast a gravity spell, pushing herself away from the epicenter. This costs a ridiculous amount of mana, but Eliza's "attributes" show "large amounts of mana," so this likely won't be an issue if used once.
Armand observes everything as he descends, mentally marking each location where the runes were set. He knows he needs to keep up the intense pace, pressuring Eliza enough so she doesn't realize his plan. The moment his feet touch the ground, he moves again, firing two more blasts of energy, one at a time, in quick succession. Eliza, with a fluid and elegant movement, dodges the attacks by running to the side, staying just out of reach. Each explosion on the ground places another rune.
But suddenly, he feels something holding his foot to the ground. Looking down, he sees shadows wrapping around his leg, forming a solid, dark chain that prevents his movements. Armand grits his teeth, realizing that Eliza, while dodging, secretly conjured this trap. He closes his eyes and focuses intensely, channeling mana into his own shadow, feeling it move beneath the trapped foot. With a tremendous effort, his shadow moves as if it has a life of its own, breaking the chains and freeing him.
However, when Armand opens his eyes, he sees Eliza advancing toward him. It's her turn to attack.
Armand knows he needs to act fast when he sees Eliza conjuring a fire dragon in her hands. The heat from the fiery creature fills the air, the intensity of the flames reflecting on her face. Eliza sends the dragon in his direction, the orange glow of the fire illuminating the entire arena. Armand responds with a water spell, creating a torrent that collides with the dragon mid-air. The flames and water meet, and an explosion of dense steam fills the surroundings, engulfing the arena in a hot, opaque fog.
The steam makes everything around them invisible, but Armand knows Eliza's tactics—she used the fire dragon intentionally to limit his vision. He breathes deeply, assessing the situation. Without sight, he is vulnerable. But quickly, he uses one of his gravitational tricks, releasing a wave of energy in all directions. The wave pushes everything around, dissipating the steam and creating a clearing in the fog, while forcing Eliza to retreat, launching her to the corner of the room. She stabilizes and lands gracefully, her eyes focused on Armand, not showing any surprise. With this move, Armand also managed to place another rune on the ground, subtly incorporated into the impact of the gravitational wave.
He takes a deep breath, knowing he has a few runes spread across the field, but the space is still too large; it's unlikely that Eliza will accidentally step on one. Armand decides to stay near the area where most of the runes were positioned, trying to increase the chances that she will fall into one of the traps.
Eliza goes back on the offensive, and in a quick move, disappears from Armand's view, leaving only a blur of her presence. He knows she is fast, and without wasting time, he prepares for an attack from behind. Trying to anticipate her move, he conjures a magical blade in his hand and spins his body, aiming the strike at the height where he expects to find Eliza. However, she has already predicted this attack.
Eliza, who knows Armand's combat style well, had been expecting this reaction. In a fluid movement, she gracefully ducks, dodging the blow and extending her hand to precisely reach her target. Her hand firmly closes around Armand's most vulnerable parts.
He feels the strong and sudden grip, a shockwave running through his body as he realizes he's been caught off guard. In his mind, only one phrase echoes: he's completely lost.
His eyes widen as the pain intensifies, the magical blade in his hand disappearing instantly, as if all his concentration had been obliterated by the agony. Eliza, with a sadistic smile on her face, doesn't hesitate. She uses the hand holding Armand's sensitive parts to lift him slightly, and with a sharp yank, throws him forcefully onto the ground. The impact makes his body bounce on the floor, and he feels excruciating pain when his vulnerable region collides with the hard surface of the arena.
As he bounces on the ground, Armand is lifted into the air while still falling, unable to react due to the staggering pain. Eliza is already moving. She plants her feet firmly on the ground, positions herself, and with a calculated move, winds up her fist and delivers a direct, powerful punch to one of Armand's testicles. The blow is precise and devastating. He finally collapses to the ground, a dry thud echoing in the arena.
Seconds of silence follow as Armand processes what just happened. His face contorts, his expression one of absolute agony as his body seems frozen by the shock of the intense pain. Eliza watches, a triumphant smile spreading across her lips, satisfied with the outcome of the fight. She knows the victory is hers.
The information finally reaches Armand's brain, and he tries to scream, but the pain is so excruciating that his body doesn't respond. He only lets out a silent groan, his eyes rolling back as he desperately clutches his damaged parts. He is lying in the battlefield, his face pale, muscles tense, completely dominated by the agony.
Armand lies there, gasping, his body surrendered to the pain. His eyes, half-closed from the agony, try to focus on Eliza, who is positioned above him with a sadistic smile. She leans forward slightly, her heavy breasts swinging in the air, her eyes fixed on him.
"Everything alright down there, big guy?"
She laughs with a touch of malice as she watches her opponent in such a fragile state.
“You have no idea how much I missed doing this to those balls,” she says, her tone dripping with satisfaction. A low, teasing laugh escapes her lips as her eyes sparkle with pleasure at the sight of Armand in such agony. With a calculated movement, she lifts her heel and brings it down hard on his chest, forcing him to the ground.
“But I’m not done yet,” she continues, her tone hardening. “There’s still a lot for you to suffer, for everything you’ve done!” Fury and excitement flash across her face, and without warning, she kicks him hard in the face. Armand’s head spins, the impact rolling him to the side a few times, forcing him to take his hands off his groin to try and stabilize himself. He barely realizes the mistake he’s made.
Almost instantly, Eliza acts, taking advantage of the opening. With lethal precision, she reaches out and grabs his sensitive parts, her fingers firmly wrapping around every inch of his balls. Her grip is strong and relentless, her long, red-painted nails digging deep into the sensitive flesh, as Armand feels every inch of her relentless touch, as if each finger is creating a separate, excruciating pressure point. He is completely vulnerable. His breathing quickens, and despair grows on his face. The pain is intense, and he tries to control his screams, but his eyes cannot disguise the terror and helplessness. Eliza leans over him, pressing her breasts against his chest, bringing her face close enough for him to see every detail of the predatory smile she displays. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” Eliza murmurs, her voice full of expectation. “Don’t think it’s going to be this easy, this fast. You still have a lot to suffer before those little shits are completely obliterated.” She emphasizes each word, making the promise of suffering even more palpable to him. Armand’s body shudders at her words, a chill of pure terror running down his spine. He has faced threats before, but nothing has ever compared to this feeling of absolute vulnerability. She chooses now whether he will continue to be a wizard or not, his magic is literally in her hands. The pain, mixed with fear, forms an almost unbearable combination, and he feels his strength drain even more.
“What will be the first thing I will do?” Eliza continues, her voice filled with a disturbing calm. She ponders with a smile as she looks at him, savoring the moment. “Should I step on them with my heel?” She lifts her foot slightly, as if to demonstrate what she means, making Armand tremble with anticipation.
“Or should I burn them until there is nothing left?” Eliza raises her hand and creates a flame with her fingers, bringing it dangerously close to Armand’s sensitive area, but pulling back at the last moment, just to prolong the suspense. “Or, who knows, should I send them to another dimension, where angry demon women would beat them until you cry?” Her amusement is evident as she imagines all the possibilities, and Armand feels the weight of agony in each one.
In one sudden movement, she grabs his arms and pushes them above his head, pinning him to the floor. With that, Eliza releases her grip on his parts, letting him breathe for a moment, but he knows that this relief is fleeting.
“Or maybe…” Eliza says as she runs her finger over Armand’s left ball, her nail scratching lightly, sending waves of pain through him. “Maybe I’ll take one, chop it into several pieces, and cook a feast right in front of you.” Her touch is cruel, her nail scratching and teasing, the smile on her lips only increasing his torment.
“What will it be, Armand?” she asks, almost casually. Eliza seems to be enjoying every second of it. Sparks of energy begin to appear on the tip of her finger as she brings it closer to Armand’s left ball, and at the touch, a slight electric shock runs through his body. He jumps instinctively, his body twitching in reaction, his face twisted in a silent scream of agony.
“There are so many ideas that I don’t even know which one to try first!” She laughs, throwing her head back as the torture continues. Standing, Eliza raises her hands, and a dark aura begins to form around his sensitive parts. The dark energy seems to surround his balls, lifting them and squeezing them in different ways, ranging from a slow and intense squeeze to sharp and fast twists. Armand can no longer contain his screams; the pain is unbearable, and each new twist seems to drive his mind into a deeper state of despair.
While he is being tortured, Eliza makes a book appear next to him. She opens the tome, slowly turning the pages, her eyes attentive, as if searching for a special spell.
“Let’s see… let’s see…” she murmurs, apparently more interested in the contents of the book than in what she is doing to Armand, although her hand continues to manipulate the energy that causes the torture. Armand, in the midst of the agony, begins to remember the runes scattered across the field. He realizes that perhaps, if he could reach one of them and activate it, he could temporarily deactivate the magic in the entire area, thus having a possible chance of hand-to-hand combat... This would leave him almost without mana, but it was a plan...
Moving slowly and cautiously so as not to draw Eliza's attention, he begins to crawl, focusing on the direction where he remembers there is a rune positioned. Each movement sends waves of pain through his body, but he persists, trying to ignore the suffering in his desperate attempt to reach the rune.
Eliza continues to entertain herself with the book, turning the pages slowly while muttering to herself, absorbed in her ideas of torture, without noticing Armand's slow movements.
Armand is almost reaching where he knows there is a rune, Eliza looks out of the corner of her eye, and smiles
"Where do you think you're going, little man?"
She says as she runs, kicking hard at the balls extended by the magic. Armand stops crawling right away, responding to his instinct to cover the balls.
Eliza, as if she hadn't done anything, picks up the book again, opening it to a page she was reading...
"Let's see, let's see, let's test this one!"
She opens her hands. Armand's balls begin to spin, as they seem to be squeezed from top to bottom, their shape becoming almost like a mushroom.
Eliza laughs, while Armand cries in agony.
"Haha! Look at this! Oh, how I wanted to do these things when I worked here! Stupid rules, why create rules that protect balls? Look at this! It's so pathetic that it should be mandatory! hahaha"
Tears form in Armand's eyes, as the spell begins to dissipate, and his balls begin to return to their original shape.
"Ok, ok, let's move on to the next one"
She says as she begins to flip through the pages.
Armand is so close to the rune, but the agony doesn't let him move.
"Hmm... Phantom thorns... that sounds interesting..."
Armand starts to reach out his hand, trying to reach the rune, when suddenly he feels a kind of stab in his balls, and another, and another, and another, and another. When he looks, Eliza has what looked like large thorns in her hands, but they don't seem to have a defined material, as if they were large thorns of purple mist. She analyzes the target, looks at one side of the ball, the other side, chooses the place, and sticks another one, and another, and another... when she finished sticking them all, she goes back to reading the book:
"hm... when you finish, close the hand you used to cast the spell..."
She closes her fist, and all the thorns disappear, however, for each end of each thorn, there is an impact, it was as if he had been punched in that direction. This happened, for each thorn, one at a time... his balls shook from side to side with the impacts, Armand cried in agony, he couldn't take it anymore... there were almost 15 impacts before the magic ended, and Eliza went back to the book, Armand did his best to swallow his tears, focusing on trying to reach the rune, his hand stretched out, with great force... and he finally managed it.
The noise startled Eliza, who looked at Armand at the same time:
"What? That was..."
A strong light appeared, Armand and Eliza were thrown away, Eliza fell on her butt because she wasn't prepared, Armand fell rolling, still holding his sore balls.
"You idiot!" Eliza stood up
"Do you really think you can escape from your hell created by me?!"
She reached out to cast a spell and... nothing came out...
Armand tried to get up, very slowly, still with pain in his balls.
Eliza gives an ironic laugh, but with a hint of anger.
"Huh... cancel out the magic, huh?"
She adjusts her top again, pushing her breasts up.
"Wanting to fight a woman hand-to-hand isn't very smart, Armand... Even without magic... especially when she wants to destroy your balls!"
Armand leans against the wall to get up, and strikes a fighting pose. Eliza observes the pathetic scene and laughs:
"Okay... okay... but look... My jokes guaranteed that you would still have balls for a little while longer, but now... I'm going to make sure I destroy them!"
She strikes a fighting pose, while the two look at each other, preparing to fight...
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