Eiravyne cast a swift glance at Marco, the older son, and remarked, "B-burn me !!…this is just monstrous...Do you think you ...would eradicate an entire family and no one would know that you did it …"
Her inner monologue took on a comically uncertain tone, "Uh, what am I even saying? they killed them...mom ...dad. ...Isabella and thomas ...they killed them !! all of them ....why ...then... me ....what about me !! ....why !! This man is …This family has, like, crazy magic stuff. They could totally kill me too ….but they didn't ...they could kill me before knowing …agh ...why father acted that way before his death…. Maybe I shouldn't be messing with them like this. !"
The Romani family was known widely for doing dark magic stuff to just get closer to the king, they had a bad reputation among the big families.
Marco approached her with a sinister slowness, his movements suggesting a variety of menacing scenarios on how to end her life.
He coldly placed his hand around her delicate neck, tightening his grip with a malicious intent.
At that moment, Lorenzo, the father, interjected with a commanding tone, "Go back to your place, son. You will be granted the chance to do whatever you want with her later."
' Whatever he wants !' Eiravyne thought, it filled her with an enormous fear and confusion.
Just this minor force on her windpipe made her panic and gasp for air like crazy.
The sensation triggered an intensifying fear that clawed at the edges of her consciousness.
Being abused her entire life surely messed up with her mind .
Each gasp felt like a desperate plea for the precious air she so desperately needed.
Marco pushed her aside and retreated, putting some distance between them.
The sudden shift left Eiravyne momentarily disoriented.
Serafina Romani, the mother, with a towering presence over Eiravyne, approached in a humble dark dress.
Serafina Romani's hand connected with Eiravyne's cheek with a sharp crack, the impact reverberating through the room.
The force of the slap left an immediate, fiery sting on Eiravyne's skin.
" Your father did this, your father started it, he …seduced my little baby …my little baby …he did …for the power " Serafina said "If you want to blame anyone... you should blame your damn father," her frustration and defiance evident in her words.
Lorenzo swiftly stood to intervene, his imposing presence casting a shadow over the tense atmosphere.
The second son, Alessio Romani, took his mother by the arm, guiding her away as Eiravyne now stood before Lorenzo Romani.
"Your blood... is so precious and rare... I am going to savor every single drop of it," Lorenzo hissed, the words slithering through the air with a wicked tone that sent a chill down Eiravyne's spine.
The malevolent intent in his voice echoed with a haunting resonance, each syllable carrying the weight of impending horror.
The dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows on Lorenzo's face, where a sinister smile played, and in that unsettling silence, the impending doom felt palpable.
"My blood? What do you mean?" Eiravyne questioned with fear in her voice .
Lorenzo forcefully placed his palm against her face, the pressure suggesting an intention to break it with unyielding strength.
Her face felt like a fragile toy in the merciless grip of Lorenzo's force.
He added to the torment by maliciously scratching her cheek with his nail.
A few drops of blood oozed from the fresh scratch on her cheek.
She stifled any sound, opting for silence as the better course of action.
Lorenzo wiped the blood with his finger and, with a sinister satisfaction, licked the crimson stain from his fingertip.
In the cold gaze of Lorenzo's family, Eiravyne searched for any sign of shock or disgust, but their faces remained impassive.
Then, Lorenzo spoke, "Welcome to your own hell, Eiravyne Verenth."
Alfonso Romani, the younger son, abruptly left the room, leaving his intentions shrouded in uncertainty.
"W-what is so special about my blood?" Eiravyne inquired.
At that moment, Lorenzo Romani leaned in with a sinister smile, his eyes glinting with dark intent.
"Your blood, my dear, carries a unique potency. It holds a power that surpasses any other in the entire kingdom. The very essence that flows through your veins is a key ingredient in the darkest rituals and spells. It has the potential to unlock forces beyond imagination."
Eiravyne, though terrified, couldn't help but challenge his words. "You're lying. There's nothing special about my blood."
Lorenzo chuckled, his amusement sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, my dear, you will come to realize the truth. Your blood will be the source of unimaginable power for the Romani family. Tonight marks the beginning of a new chapter for you, Eiravyne Verenth."
As he spoke, the room echoed with an eerie silence.
Lorenzo wasted no time, swiftly raising his hand in the air, a large, intimidating silver ring appeared.
Lorenzo's silver ring was a grotesque masterpiece, a sinister amalgamation of metalwork and malevolence.
Crafted with meticulous precision, the ring boasted a large, ominous claw that protruded menacingly from its center.
The metal was aged and tarnished, as if it had witnessed unspeakable acts over countless years.
The claw, sharpened to a point. The band of the ring, adorned with arcane symbols.
As Lorenzo showed this sinister piece of jewelry, it seemed to resonate with a dark power, amplifying the macabre nature of the rituals it was employed for.
Without hesitation, he used it to score a deep scratch across Eiravyne's delicate shoulder.
The silver claw left an ominous mark, and Eiravyne winced in pain as a thin trail of blood emerged from the fresh wound.
Lorenzo, seemingly satisfied, examined the blood on the silver claw with a macabre fascination.
His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as he inspected the crimson stains, relishing the grotesque aftermath of his sadistic actions.
"Bring a bowl!" Lorenzo's command thundered through the room, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
The urgency in his tone sent a shiver down the spine of the maid standing nearby, who flinched at the force of his demand.
Startled, she scurried to fulfill his order, apprehension etched across her face as she hastened to retrieve a bowl for the ghastly display.
" Let the show begin, " he added .