Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Velcy's POV

I screamed with all my might and the sound tore from my throat like the cry of a wounded animal.

"AHHHHHHH!"

The echoes of my scream reverberated through the cavernous chamber, mixing with the hiss of rising steam and the faint dripping of water.

Every sound seemed to mock me and remind me of my helplessness. The chains bit into my wrists and ankles as I thrashed against them and their cold and unyielding grip fueled my anger and desperation.

Something inside me stirred and a familiar yet powerful force roared to life with every passing second.

It burned brighter and hotter, consuming my fear and replacing it with pure unrelenting rage. My screams deepened and turned into guttural growls as I poured every ounce of my fury into resisting the chains.

The familiar pain, fear, and anger of the present fused with the ones of my past into a single driving force that pushed me beyond my limits. My mind raced but amidst the chaos one thought rose above all else.

I will not be a prisoner again. I will not bow to anyone.

The suffocating fog around me suddenly lifted, as if my defiance had forced it back. My surroundings came into sharper focus and a small pond at the center of the cavern was revealed before my eyes..

Its surface glowed with an ominous bloody light that cast eerie reflections on the stone walls. But I paid it little mind.

My attention snapped to a shadowy figure partially concealed by the remaining mist. He moved with an air of control and his hand gestured in a tugging motion that sent a pulse through the chains binding me.

Rage surged within me and it eclipsed every other emotion. Sharp claws extended from my restrained fingers and toes as their edges gleamed faintly in the dim light.

A low but feral growl escaped my throat as I struggled with renewed vigor. The chains rattled and groaned under the pressure but they refused to yield.

Despair began to seep into my thoughts like whisperings of defeat but I clenched my jaw and fought harder. I wouldn't let it win. I wouldn't let him win.

Ethan's POV

The soothing warmth of the bathwater had lulled me into a rare moment of relaxation. My muscles and mind which had tensed from recent battles and terrifying ordeals finally began to unwind.

The glow of the dim light and the gentle hiss of steam created a tranquil atmosphere and this environment allowed my mind to drift.

But the peace was short-lived.

The sound of the old bath door creaking open reached my ears that was followed by the faint shuffle of cautious footsteps.

My senses sharpened instantly as the serenity of the moment had been shattered. With a sigh, I extended my soul sense allowing it to sweep through the bathhouse like a silent tide.

To any outsider, it would have been completely undetectable but it gave me a clear picture of my surroundings and the intruder.

The figure moving through the room was small and lithe. Her movements were calculated and deliberate.

She carried herself with a strange mixture of caution and determination as though she were both predator and prey. As the rising steam parted around her, I caught sight of her face.

There were a multitude of scars that marred her features and it seemed to be telling stories of unspoken incidents and hardships endured from a young age.

Yet her eyes were what held my attention.

They were sharp and focused and betrayed a level of maturity far beyond her apparent years.

With my extensive experience on the field from both of my previous lives, I could tell that she wasn't the type to act recklessly as every step she took reflected a quiet prudence.

I frowned and my mind worked quickly to piece together her presence here. The duchess's castle was a fortress and it was nearly impossible to breach.

The idea of someone sneaking in undetected was absurd unless she had help. My suspicions grew. Perhaps she was part of the conspiracy I had only recently survived.

Still, her frailty didn't align with the image of a trained assassin or spy. It was possible she was a resident I had overlooked or someone who had wandered too far.

But in times like these, I couldn't afford to take chances.

With a sigh, I extended my left hand which was resting idly on the edge of the bath.

Inky dark chains swirled out from my palm with their surfaces wreathed in faint smoke that gave it an eerie appearance.

They shot forward like snakes in a silent and precise manner. The chains divided midair and spread in four directions before vanishing into the mist.

Within moments, they found their target.

The girl barely had time to react before her arms and legs were immobilized. She let out a sharp gasp as her body jerked violently against the restraints.

I tugged my hand lightly and commanded the chains to bring her closer. The sound of metal scraping against the stone floor echoed through the chamber as she was dragged toward me.

Hidden within the thick fog, I watched her struggle. At first, it was the frantic thrashing of someone caught off guard. But then, something changed.

Her pale blue eyes began to glow faintly and the soft light intensified with each passing second.

Her irises shifted and narrowed into sharp feline slits that radiated wild and feral energy. Her dull gray hair lengthened and its texture changed as it brightened into a silvery cascade.
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Two sharp pops echoed through the room and my gaze snapped to her head.

Two white triangular and fluffy ears had sprouted from her scalp that twitched and swiveled as though it reflected her chaotic emotions.

Her horrifying scars that seemed embedded into her face permanently faded away, leaving behind smooth and flawless skin that seemed to glow in the dim light.

Her transformation was unreal and mesmerizing.