Lilith - Chapter 41 - Sisters
Hello! It’s been a while since I last posted… sorry about that…
Since it’s been some time, I wrote the story as quickly as I could, and I didn’t do a thorough revision, so there might be a few little mistakes in the translation… For everyone who’s eager to see Armand again… please… be patient!!! I’ve had the ideas for this arc in my mind for a loooong time, and we’ve finally reached it, so I need to set the stage properly. That said, enjoy the chapter!
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The door to the headmistress’s office opens slowly, the faint creak of wood reinforced by ancient runes echoing in the silence. Seraphina steps inside, the heels of her elegant black dress clicking against the marble floor. Her neatly tied bun sways gently with each step. As soon as she crosses the threshold, she shuts the door firmly. The sound reverberates through the quiet room.
Without saying a word, Seraphina extends her right hand. Her long nails, painted deep crimson, glimmer under the candlelight. The tips of her fingers trace an arc in the air, and soon a small portal opens. Its edges ripple like water reflecting the moon.
She walks to the bookshelf. Her eyes skim the thick, worn leather spines. Her gaze is steady, resolute, without hesitation. She pulls out one of the heavy tomes, holds it for a second, then hurls it into the portal. The sound of the book crossing the magical barrier echoes as though it had sunk into a deep lake.
She grabs another. The yellowed pages flutter with the abrupt motion. She doesn’t pause—she tosses it inside too, the portal swallowing it without resistance.
At that moment, the office door creaks open again behind her. Valerya enters. Her silhouette is firm, but her head is slightly bowed, eyes narrowed. The sound of her leather boots resounds on the floor.
Valerya takes a few steps, then stops. Her breathing is calm but heavy. She speaks without raising her voice, though every word carries weight.
“Are you certain you want to do this? The information the twins gave us was scarce...”
The air grows heavy. Seraphina slowly turns her head toward Valerya. Her face, until now merely stern, twists into pure fury.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK?!”
The scream detonates inside the room. The candles flicker from the raw force of magic laced in her voice. Seraphina’s eyes glow red, and the portal behind her quivers as if it were about to collapse.
Valerya doesn’t move. She simply keeps her head lowered.
Seraphina halts. Her shoulders rise and fall, her breath deep and ragged. She closes her eyes for a second, then exhales long and hard. The rage slowly drains from her face.
“...Forgive me.”
Her hand moves to her chest as if to steady her breathing. Her expression softens, but only slightly.
“You don’t understand how much Armand means to me. I have to do this.”
Valerya raises her head. Her usually lifeless eyes lock with Seraphina’s. For the first time in ages, Seraphina sees the other woman drop her perfect composure. Valerya walks to one of the chairs before the desk, pulls it out calmly, and sits down. Her back leans against the rest, her body finally relaxing.
Silence thickens in the office.
Valerya crosses her legs. Her voice comes out softer, but genuine.
“I do know how much he means to you... That’s why I’m afraid.”
She turns her face fully toward Seraphina. Her expression remains neutral, but her tone is weighted with sincerity.
“Please... be careful.”
Seraphina feels it—the sincerity in her words. Her eyes tremble for a brief instant, but she doesn’t let her voice falter. She only nods.
She turns on her heels, her steps clicking once more as she leaves the room. The portal shuts behind her with a sharp sound, like glass shattering in the air.
In the torchlit hallway, Morgana waits. Her body leans against the wall, arms crossed, posture relaxed. The moment Seraphina steps out, Morgana speaks bluntly:
“Yes, I know. Lillith already told me... And I know it’s practically suicide to go there alone.”
A second of silence stretches. The two women lock eyes.
Morgana exhales, as if every word cost her more than it should.
“I’m going with you...”
Seraphina smiles. It’s the first time she has smiled since the news of Armand’s kidnapping. The smile isn’t mocking, nor forced. It’s one of genuine surprise, her half-lidded gaze almost saying, “Hmmm?? Really??”
Morgana immediately rolls her eyes.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I have business with Eliza too. I want to see her writhing on the ground as much as you do.”
She pauses, firm, then adds:
“But don’t mistake this for me following your rules. I don’t work at this school anymore.”
Seraphina doesn’t reply. She simply lets the smile fade and continues down the corridor. Morgana follows.
The two reach the infirmary. The door is already ajar. Inside, Luminar hurriedly packs a large leather bag. He stuffs in glass vials, bandages, folded scrolls, a small grimoire, muttering under his breath:
“Another one of these trips... they always drag me into this mess...”
Astrid, lying on one of the beds, opens her eyes for the first time in hours. The demonette watches with a mischievous grin, her voice raspy from exhaustion but dripping with sarcasm.
“Don’t come back empty-handed, alright?”
She laughs. The double meaning is obvious. Both about the heavy bag he carries and the other “bag” between his legs—two sensitive orbs everyone in the room knew could be easily destroyed.
Luminar freezes for a second, closes his eyes, breathes deep, and simply ignores her. He grabs the strap and slings the bag over his shoulder.
He turns to Esmeralda.
“Ready?”
Esmeralda leans against a cot, her chin propped on her hand. Her eyes are vacant, bored. She answers with a drawn-out voice:
“I’ve been ready for over twenty minutes...”
Luminar shakes his head, impatient.
“Then let’s go.”
The two step into the corridor, joining Seraphina and Morgana. The group is complete now. Four figures, each different in every way, yet bound by the same goal.
Just as they are about to leave the school, two silhouettes appear in their path. Emma and Lillith.
They stand blocking the way, their stares unyielding, resolute.
“No.”
The word comes dry from Morgana.
“DON’T BOTHER SAYING NO! WE’RE GOING, AND THAT’S FINAL!”
Lillith’s scream cuts through the air like a blade.
Morgana doesn’t raise her tone. She folds her arms and responds with icy calm.
“Don’t make me lock you both in another dimension.”
Emma’s eyes widen. She leans sideways, whispering almost inaudibly to Lillith:
“Can she actually do that?”
Her face shows she knew perfectly well it was only a bluff.
“Damn it!”
Lillith yells, her voice cracking with frustration.
“He’s important to us too! Why can’t we go?”
Seraphina steps forward. She stands face to face with Lillith. Their bodies nearly touch. Seraphina’s voluptuous chest nearly brushes against Lillith’s, a silent tension filling the air.
Her voice comes firm, weighted.
“We’re not going to a tournament, or to gather ingredients, or anything like that... I don’t know if I’ll come back alive. I don’t know if any of us will survive. We may never return... You’re not going, Lillith.”
The words land like a punch. Emma can’t bear it. Her knees give out, and she collapses to the floor, clutching her skirt, tears welling in her eyes. Her face is raw despair, sheer hopelessness.
Lillith clenches her fists. Her whole body trembles. She turns to the wall beside her and slams her fist into it with all her strength. The impact booms down the corridor. It wasn’t an attack against the wall—it was the venting of the fury burning inside her.
Seraphina, Morgana, Luminar, and Esmeralda move on. Their footsteps echo once more, steady, toward the school gates.
Behind them, Lillith breathes deep. She looks at Emma, still on her knees.
“We’ll go after them... no matter the cost.”
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The group follows the worn stone road, lit only by the pale glow of the moon. The trees around them cast long shadows, and the cold wind makes the leaves creak like laments. Their footsteps echo steadily: Seraphina and Luminar at the front, Morgana and Esmeralda just behind.
Luminar firmly holds an open map. His eyes trace the lines drawn in charcoal. He speaks as he adjusts the glasses at the tip of his nose.
“We found the twins near the trade city, so the path they described makes sense... at the same time...”
Seraphina walks beside him. She lifts her gaze, and with a sigh, comments quietly.
“Another path to an artifact, huh...”
Her eyes drop to the map, narrowing.
Luminar confirms in a dry tone.
“Exactly... the information matches what the twins said.”
Seraphina stops for a second. Her sharp gaze glows red. She says only one short word, loaded with resolve.
“Right...”
In a swift motion, her hand rises to Luminar’s face level. Her fingers close around empty air. The gesture is precise, as if she had grabbed something invisible.
Suddenly, a sound tears the silence.
“AGHRG! AGHNNN!”
The muffled noise of someone being strangled. The invisible pressure takes form, and the air before them begins to distort. Slowly, a female silhouette emerges, shedding invisibility.
The curves appear first, her bust highlighted by the faint light. Her whole body is revealed, and Seraphina squeezes the intruder’s throat harder with her magic.
When she realizes who it is, Seraphina releases her grip.
Morgana’s eyes widen, and shock bursts out in a cry.
“LILLITH?!”
Her voice echoes down the deserted road.
At the same instant, two other presences reveal themselves. Emma’s shadow and Synthila’s silhouette appear just behind, unmasked. The illusion of invisibility shatters like glass.
Emma looks at Lillith with a mix of irritation and despair. Her voice comes sharp, almost scolding.
“You idiot, I told you not to get so close...”
Seraphina cannot contain her explosion of rage. The fire of her magic manifests physically. Her hair blazes a deep red, sparks bursting from the tips like live embers. Her skin radiates heat. She screams, every word drenched in fury.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!”
The air around them vibrates. Seraphina’s fury is palpable, almost suffocating.
She whirls her face sharply, eyes like blades, toward the third figure.
“WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!”
Her finger points straight at Synthila.
Lillith drops to her knees, coughing violently, hands clutching her throat. The rasp of her breath fills the silence.
Emma quickly kneels as well. She braces one hand on the ground, raising the other as if pleading. Her voice trembles but remains steady in explanation.
“Synthila showed partial knowledge of stealth tactics when we fought, that’s why... that’s why we went after her...”
Seraphina’s breathing remains heavy, but she doesn’t interrupt. Her eyes blaze with incandescent red.
Esmeralda, watching it all with a bored expression, crosses her arms and raises a brow. Her voice is low but dripping with irony.
“And how did you get past Valerya?”
Seraphina brings a hand to her forehead, closing her eyes like someone admitting her own mistake. Her voice comes lower, full of frustration.
“That was my fault...”
She massages her temple, breathing deeply.
“I left all the paperwork I was supposed to handle with her...”
In everyone’s mind, the image forms of Valerya, an excellent fighter but a disastrous scribe.
Esmeralda lets out a muffled chuckle.
“Figures...”
She tilts her head to the side like a lazy cat. Her half-lidded eyes fix on Synthila.
“And what about her brother?”
Synthila smiles. Her teeth gleam in the darkness, a cruel shine in her eyes.
“Oh... we left him locked up.”
Her tone is light, almost cheerful.
Esmeralda frowns.
“Hmn?”
Synthila steps forward, her hips swaying with the motion. She sets a hand on her waist and answers without losing her grin.
“The deal was to let me free, not him.”
Esmeralda narrows her eyes, intrigued.
“And he agreed to that?”
The reply comes with a mocking laugh.
“Of course not, buuut, I just applied my ritual on his balls, as always haha!”
Her hand slides to the leather belt she carries, pulling out several small glass vials. The red liquid inside glimmers under the moonlight. She lifts one of the vials, shaking it like a trophy.
“I always keep some of his blood to perform rituals whenever I want to play with a pair of balls. To be honest...”
She rolls the vial between her fingers, her smile twisting even more wickedly.
“If I wanted, I could chew those fragile things right now like bubblegum. He’d be spinning in his cell in agony without even knowing what’s happening hahaha!”
Her laughter echoes through the night.
A shiver runs down Esmeralda’s spine. Her lips curl into an almost involuntary smile. Her voice comes laced with restrained delight.
“What power...”
She imagines how fun it would be to have someone in her hands that way, walking free while holding some poor fool’s balls hostage.
Seraphina breathes deeply. Her rage is now replaced by a heavy frustration. Her head tilts slightly forward.
“Uhn... you won’t give up, will you?...”
The silence confirms it. Emma and Lillith glance at each other. Synthila just keeps smiling.
Seraphina closes her eyes, resigned. Her voice comes out weighted.
“You may come... but let it be known! There will be consequences when we return!”
The words echo like a decree.
At once, Emma and Lillith’s eyes gleam with excitement. The moonlight reflects in their pupils, making them sparkle like gems.
“REALLY?!”
The two speak almost in unison, like children receiving the promise of a gift.
Seraphina crouches. Her hand presses against the ground, fingers digging into the dirt. Her face is pure frustration.
“Aghhrn... what kind of headmistress am I, putting my students’ lives at risk like this?!”
The fire of her anger no longer explodes but burns steadily, like glowing embers.
Morgana watches in silence. Her eyes shift from Lillith to Seraphina. She crosses her arms again and breathes deeply. Her voice is calm but heavy with weariness.
“If I say I’m against it, you’d ignore me anyway, wouldn’t you?...”
Seraphina raises her face. Her eyes still glow red, but her voice is firm.
“I’m sorry, Morgana... but I don’t think any of us will manage to make these girls go back...”
Morgana closes her eyes, letting out a long sigh.
The group remains still for a moment. The sound of the wind sweeps the road, carrying dry leaves that roll along the ground.
Morgana breathes deeply...
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The night stretched on, dark and heavy. The group walked down a narrow road, flanked by trees twisted into bizarre shapes under the faint moonlight. The travelers’ boots struck the damp ground, and the sounds of insects echoed deep in the woods.
Seraphina led the way, eyes sharp, while Luminar mentally reviewed the map. Morgana, silent, kept her stern expression. Behind them, Lillith and Emma exchanged complicit glances, while Synthila seemed more interested in toying with one of her blood vials than paying attention to the path. Esmeralda observed everything with half-closed eyes, as if searching for something amusing to break the monotony.
The group was already quietly debating how they might rest. Emma whispered:
“We should stop in a town before dawn... or risk sleeping on the road?”
Esmeralda replied with a lazy smile.
“I vote for the town... there’s always someone willing to make an interesting deal at night...”
Before Seraphina could decide, a sudden noise came from the brush ahead. Branches snapped, leaves rustled violently. A man stumbled out, his face stricken with despair.
He gripped a staff with both hands, panting heavily. His eyes were wide, sweat dripping down his face. The group instantly moved into combat stance.
Luminar raised his hands, ready to cast. Seraphina stepped forward firmly, sparks already flickering red around her hair. Morgana lifted her gaze, assessing.
But before the man could act, another figure leapt from the side. A woman appeared, almost like a living shadow.
She wore a black jacket tight against her body, and beneath it only a semi-transparent shirt that revealed far too much. Her movement was swift: she grabbed the man’s arms, stopping him from raising the staff. He tried to utter words of magic, but his concentration broke as she yanked the staff from his grip.
The creak of wood echoed.
Before he could react, a second girl slipped from the woods. Her hair swung as she seized the stolen staff. Without hesitation, she raised it over her head and snapped it in two with a sharp crack.
“No, no, wait! Wait! How much did she pay you?! I’ll pay double! I promise, I promise!”
The man’s voice quivered with terror. He struggled, but the first girl spun behind him with practiced ease, almost like a choreographed routine. With one yank, she pulled his pants down to his knees. The fabric dropped with a dull smack of cloth against skin.
The second girl wasted no time. She locked her arm around his neck in a tight chokehold. Before he could resist, her knee drove upward with brutal force, striking him squarely between the legs. The impact was solid, his body folding forward as a high-pitched groan escaped him.
It was a flawless synergy, like a number rehearsed dozens of times.
Before he could collapse, a third presence arrived.
She entered with firm steps, her voice dripping with irony.
“Sorry, but I’m not open for business!”
Morgana’s expression shifted instantly. Her eyes closed in disgust, her lips pressed into a hard line.
The woman’s appearance was striking. Short, spiked hair with colored streaks glinting under the moon. A distinctly punk style. She too wore a jacket, but unlike the others, nothing covered her breasts save two circular stickers over her nipples. Tight black leather pants hugged her legs, paired with heavy boots that struck the ground with weight. And above all, the classic witch’s hat crowned the look.
Emma’s eyes widened, unable to hold back her thought.
“What the hell kind of look is that?”
Meanwhile, the two girls restraining the man tightened their grip on his arms.
“Wait, waiiiioooohhhhhhfffff!!!”
His cry was cut short as the third woman raised her leg and brought her foot crashing down between his exposed legs. The strike was brutal. His body convulsed, eyes bulging.
“Oh... you were quite a pain to catch, you know? But... I must say... this job paid nicely!”
She crouched slowly before the debilitated man. Her left hand slid to the space between his legs, firmly gripping the sensitive orbs.
“So then, how do you want it? A quick kick? Punches? Or should I eat them?”
She opened her mouth, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.
“Please, no, no!”
The man begged, his voice a desperate wail.
The woman smiled wickedly.
“Darling... the outcome’s the same... it’s only the way it happens that’ll be better or worse... and if I had to choose... I’d say I’m pretty hungry right now\...”
Her eyes gleamed.
At that moment, Luminar, terrified, stepped back without realizing. The dry twig beneath his boot snapped loudly, breaking the silence.
The sound snapped the four women’s attention toward the group.
“Huh?”
The punk witch lifted her head. Her eyes slowly scanned each of them. She studied Seraphina, then Esmeralda, then Emma and Lillith. Her gaze stopped on Morgana, and a wide smile spread across her face.
“Girls, I wanted to play more, but something more interesting showed up. Let’s finish this now.”
Her hand repositioned the balls in her palm. Her fingers clenched tightly, crushing them completely.
Two loud \*POP!\*s echoed through the air.
The man tried to scream, but one of the girls clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Hhmmppppppppp, hmmmmppppppp”
His eyes rolled back, his body convulsing in agony.
The woman opened her hand. A lifeless, deflated sack dangled down. The man’s body collapsed, still held up by her accomplices.
She rose slowly, adjusted her jacket, and began walking toward the group.
“Well, well... Morgana... it’s been a while...”
Morgana kept her stern gaze, her voice dry.
“Velmora.”
Seraphina looked puzzled.
“You know her?”
Esmeralda stayed alert, but curious.
“Is she dangerous?”
Morgana shook her head.
“Only for this idiot here.”
She pointed straight at Luminar.
Velmora spread her arms in a theatrical gesture.
“It’s been so long, big sis!...”
Morgana scoffed, turning her face away.
“Hmpf...”
Velmora narrowed her eyes but kept smiling.
“Who are your friends? What are you doing here? Never thought I’d see you again...”
Morgana answered curtly.
“Not your concern.”
Velmora’s eyes slid to Luminar. She studied him slowly, top to bottom, her smile turning more provocative.
“And who’s this strong man?”
Luminar froze, swallowing hard.
“I... I... ehrn... I...”
Morgana raised her hand, cutting him off.
“For your own good, don’t answer.”
She looked straight at him.
“You don’t know it, but just from this interaction she already knows the size of your balls, how to get to them, and exactly how much to squeeze until they turn to mush.”
Luminar gulped again, even more nervous.
Velmora laughed.
“Ohhhh, don’t be so rude... no one’s paid me to do that... yet...”
Seraphina lost patience. Her voice came loud, sharp with irritation.
“Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?!”
Morgana sighed deeply, her eyes still fixed on her sister.
“This is my younger sister, Velmora. She’s always been a little less... skilled than me.”
Velmora rolled her eyes, clearly offended by the audacity of her sister saying that aloud.
Morgana continued.
“So, she chose a different path from the rest of the family and became a ball hunter.”
Lillith raised a brow, surprised.
“Ball hunter?”
Esmeralda replied immediately, with a faint smile.
“You know bounty hunters? Same thing... except they’re paid to destroy testicles, plain and simple.”
“Huh...”
Lillith let out a curious sound.
Velmora spread her arms again, cheerful.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen my sister... won’t you spend the night at my place?”
Morgana scoffed.
“Hmpf...”
Seraphina looked at her, silently asking if it was safe.
Morgana answered bluntly.
“Do what you want, the worst that can happen is Luminar losing his balls overnight.”
“WHAT?!”
Luminar cried, his voice shrill with fear.
Seraphina smiled faintly, shaking her head.
“We’ll accept your offer!”
She spoke with confidence, trusting Morgana completely.
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"Anyway! Make yourselves at home!"
Velmora spreads her arms, smiling with satisfaction, her voice laced with irony but carrying a natural charm.
The group enters. The impact is immediate.
Lillith’s eyes widen as she slowly walks through the grand hall, almost forgetting to breathe. Emma follows her, equally fascinated. Neither of them could believe the magnitude of the house. Their eyes wander across the walls covered in modern paintings, the wide varnished wooden staircase, the luxurious furniture contrasted with the punk style scattered in small details.
"This woman is filthy rich..." Emma whispers to Lillith.
Lillith nods in agreement, still speechless.
While everyone disperses a little to explore the place, Seraphina settles into one of the rooms, sitting on the edge of the bed. The room was large, but the style clearly wasn’t hers: dark tones, a mirror surrounded by colorful lights, and clothes thrown on an armchair.
She looks at Morgana, who accompanies her.
"Morgana... why don’t you like your sister?"
Morgana closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath.
"I don’t hate my sister... but we don’t get along."
The silence between them is heavy. Morgana continues, her tone lower now, almost a confession.
"We were always fighting. Our parents were harsh with her... extremely harsh. Always comparing the two of us. And I can’t deny it... they were cruel."
Seraphina just watches, not interrupting.
Morgana then opens her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds.
"But... staining the family name by becoming a ball hunter."
Esmeralda, who had been leaning against the wall until then, lets out a short laugh.
"That coming from the witch famous for writing a book with hundreds of ways to turn a testicle into purée is pretty ironic, don’t you think?"
Morgana slowly turns her head, glaring at Esmeralda with pure disgust.
"At no point did I ever say destroying testicles was wrong."
The tension rises. Morgana takes two steps forward, firm, her eyes blazing.
"Every single one I’ve destroyed had a reason. Each one of them."
Esmeralda is still smiling, but she quickly gets the message. She sighs, walking over to the bed and throwing herself onto it, frustrated.
"Probably everyone Velmora hunts also did something to deserve it..." she retorts, crossing her arms behind her head.
Morgana narrows her eyes, the silent fury in her expression forcing Esmeralda to swallow her words and look away.
"Sometimes, yes... but many times, no..." Morgana replies coldly, turning her back. She looks around the room. The punk style, the scattered details, every sign that this was her sister’s life.
Her expression softens for a moment.
"I worry about her..."
Seraphina blinks, surprised.
"The world of ball hunters and bounty hunters is always dangerous. I doubt any man could beat her... after all, balls are balls. But..." Morgana clenches her fists, her voice hardening again.
"If she destroys the balls of a man important to a powerful woman..."
She doesn’t finish the sentence. She just shuts her face. The worry vanishes, replaced by anger.
"Not to mention she’s a damned manipulator!"
The force in her voice makes Esmeralda shrink back on the bed.
"This stay won’t come for free. I’d bet everything. We’d better be ready to leave before she wakes up tomorrow."
Meanwhile, in the kitchen...
Velmora was preparing drinks at an improvised bar. The room, lit by red lights, reflected off the glass she filled with an amber liquid. Her smile never left as she told stories.
"I’ve even had to crush the balls of dragons before..." she said, swirling the glass slowly in her hand.
But before anyone could comment, Morgana walked into the kitchen, her heavy steps echoing.
"Folklore dragons are no standard for balls."
Velmora turned, raising an eyebrow.
"Their balls are easier to crush than those of an ordinary man," Morgana concluded coldly.
Velmora puffed her cheeks dramatically, resting her elbows on the counter.
"Don’t ruin my fun, big sis..."
The atmosphere froze.
"Anyway... Lillith, let’s go to the room. We have to wake up early tomorrow," Morgana declared firmly.
She then turned to Luminar. He was standing there, almost hypnotized by the sight of Velmora, who had left her jacket open, exposing bare skin covered only by pasties over her nipples.
"You..." Morgana walked up to him, grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes. The shock nearly broke his trance.
"For your own good, you’d better lock your bedroom door. I can’t guarantee she won’t crush your balls during the night."
Luminar gulped, his eyes wide.
"Aw, don’t be so rude!" Velmora spoke in a playful tone, hugging her breasts with her arms, pushing them up. The gesture made Luminar’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.
"Men are usually afraid of me... it’s rare to have one in my house. Maybe I’m just missing having some fun with one..."
Morgana grabbed Luminar’s chin again, turning his face sharply.
"Don’t fall for her talk. I’ll only say this once."
The cold, deadly tone sent a chill down his spine.
Morgana then left, taking the girls with her.
Luminar stood there, hesitant. He took a deep breath, then began walking toward the assigned room. Each step echoed in his mind with the memory of the earlier scene in the forest, when Velmora crushed a poor man’s balls with just one hand.
When he arrived, he grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath, and turned it. The room was comfortable, but he barely looked. His focus was on the door. He closed it slowly.
But then, at the last moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Velmora. She was in the room next door, slowly taking off her leather jacket. The sight of her exposed skin, her slow, provocative movements, made his hair stand on end.
His whole body trembled.
With a sweaty hand, he turned the key, locking the door.
For a second, he hesitated. A wicked thought crossed his mind: what if he left it open?
Curiosity tormented him. His mind replayed the image of her hand crushing a scrotum into nothing, of her sharp teeth when she spoke of "eating" balls.
He froze. No. Not a chance.
Wasting no time, he turned the key again to be sure. Two dry clicks.