Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Ethan's POV

I had a grim thought but focused back on the present.

"Velcy," I said, my voice calm but firm, "can you remember anything else about the dagger? Like Its length? The size of the blade? Were there any words or unusual decorations on the hilt?"

She was silent for a moment and her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to summon the details from the recesses of her memory. Eventually, she spoke though her tone was uncertain.

"I… I don't remember much about the hilt," she admitted hesitantly. "But the blade… it had an unusual color. It was a dark purple and it wasn't very big and it was like a mini knife."

Her words deepened my intrigue. A short blade with a dark purple hue? That description, paired with its malicious and dangerous unknown energy painted a very troubling picture.

I fell into deep thought and mulled over the possibilities as I gently pulled her into another embrace.

This time, Velcy didn't seem as nervous as before. Though she still stole occasional glances at me, her eyes showed less panic in them. Instead, she appeared comforted and her breathing soon slowed down as she leaned against me.

When I noticed her eyes were fluttering shut, I waited patiently and held her close until she finally dozed off. Once I was certain she was asleep, I moved with great care and gently laid her down on the bed. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Time to meet her. I wonder what she is doing. Does she think about me? I was somewhat excited as I stood up quietly and stepped away from the bed. With deliberate movements, I exited the room and vanished into the narrow tunnel.

Velcy's POV

When I woke up an unsettling and total darkness surrounded me. My head throbbed and the last thing I remembered was being in Big Brother Ethan's embrace.

My heart began to race as I remembered about him and I fumbled with my hands over the bed and searched for any sign of him. But the space around me felt empty.

The darkness was intense and it was so deep that I couldn't even see my hands in front of me, let alone the room around me and I had almost lived most of my life in an underground dungeon.

I froze and held my breath as I tried listening for any sound that might give me a clue about my surroundings. That's when I heard it—a faint scratching noise coming from a distance.

As its sound registered in my brain, a tight suffocating feeling rose in my chest and I instinctively reached for the covers and pulled them over myself as though they could shield me from whatever was lurking nearby.

Huddled beneath the blankets, I shivered as my mind spiraled into fear. The scratching grew louder and closer until it seemed to be right beside my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut and every muscle in my body became taut with dread. A wild and irrational urge to throw off the covers and confront the source of the noise flashed through my mind.

But I crushed it and continued clinging tightly to the thin layer of protection around me.

As fear threatened to overwhelm me, I forced myself to think of Big Brother Ethan to distract myself and face the only source of warm memory I had recently.

Where are you, Big Brother? I wanted to cry out but I bit my lip to keep quiet. The image of his abyss-like black eyes with their fiery red coal-like pupils, when he had touched my scars with his dark shadowy hand filled my mind.

I shivered again but this time it wasn't entirely from fear. Those dark veins around his eyes still haunted me and I remembered the mix of terror and awe I had felt at that moment.

Suddenly, the scratching stopped. The silence that followed was deafening. My heart pounded in my ears as I strained to hear any movement or any indication of what might come next.

But there was nothing—no sound, no presence. Slowly, I felt a wave of relief washing over me and I let out a shaky murky breath that I had held for so long.

As I lay there, my nerves slowly calmed but a strange thought struck me.

In the week I had spent in this castle, I had never woken up in the middle of the night before.

What were those noises? The fear of the unknown but the desire to know its secret crept back into my mind but I forced myself to focus on Big Brother Ethan's face.

His image gave me strength and pushed away the swirling thoughts that threatened to drown me. At some point, exhaustion won and I fell back asleep.

A sudden shake jolted me awake. Groggily, I blinked and saw the covers being pulled off me.

"Good morning, sunshine," Big Brother Ethan's amused voice greeted me. "It's already eight o'clock and you are still sleeping. Your teacher is supposed to arrive soon."

Embarrassment flushed through me as I hurriedly jumped out of bed and smoothed the wrinkles from my crumpled clothes.

I glanced up to find him watching me with a soft smile and his crimson eyes glowing faintly as they focused on me. But as I straightened my dress, a bit of something on his white collar caught my attention.

There were some faint red spots on his collar.

My curiosity was piqued, and I leaned closer. A sudden urge to investigate it filled and without thinking I prepared to investigate it.

Big Brother Ethan raised an eyebrow and I could feel him getting amused by my antics but he said nothing. But at this moment my focus was entirely on the stains.

Without thinking, I jumped on the bed, and using it as a pivot I jumped on him. I leaned my face forward near his neck and licked the dried spots on his collar with my tongue.