[Status Window - Xylara Nightbringer]
[Name:] Xylara Nightbringer >
[Race:] Succubus >
[Age:] 1222 Years Old >
[Class:] Illusionist >
[Titles:] Bond-Mate Of The Abyssal Master (Developing), The Lustful One, Queen of the Desire Kingdom, The Heavenly Demon Of Lust >
[System:] The Perverted Queen [Epic- Rank]
[Illusionist Realm: Eternal Eye]
[Minor Realm: Rank 4]
[Essentials:]
[Health: 2,000,000 / 2,000,000]
[Mana: 2,700,000 / 2,700,000]
[Stats:]
[Strength: 10,000]
[Vitality: 20,000]
[Agility: 20,000]
[Intelligence: 18]
[Charisma:??]
[Sense: 10,000]
[Magic: 90,000]
[Personality Traits:]
< Loyal, Cunning, Passionate, Lustful, Loving, Caring, Cruel >
[Basic Skills:]
< Dragon Language, Incubi Language, Literature, Thought Acceleration >
[Genetic Skills:]
< Charisma Aura: Exude an aura that charms and disarms those around her. >
< Seductive Dance: Hypnotize enemies with a mesmerizing, sensual dance. >
< Succubus's Kiss: Drain life force with a single, sensual kiss. >
[Talent:]
< Lover's Death >
[Active Skills:]
< Dark Energy Manipulation: Control and wield dark energy to devastating effects. >
< Illusion Casting: Weave intricate illusions to deceive and disorient foes. >
< Shadow Travel: Teleport short distances through shadows, striking from the darkness. >
< Tentacle Binding: Entrap opponents with dark, ethereal tentacles. >
< Empathic Manipulation: Influence the emotions of others, bending them to her will. >
< Healing Touch: Channel dark energy to heal wounds and restore vitality. >
< Darkness Ascendant: Unleash a catastrophic wave of dark energy, annihilating all in its path. >
< Succubus's Requiem: Summon a haunting, ethereal melody that shatters the minds of her enemies. >
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A subtle shift in the air made Lycius pause. A strange sensation crawled down his spine, thick and suffocating, yet exhilarating. Before he could question it, a series of system notifications filled his mind.
[Ding! Host has reached the required minimum body structure.]
[Growth Suspension has been automatically lifted.]
[Ding! New Missions!]
[Ding! System Update: Unregistered Accomplishments.]
[Ding! Curse Sin of Maledicta has taken effect—maximum growth-effect activated.]
His mind barely had time to process these words before his body reacted. A surge of raw power coursed through him, igniting something deep within—a part of himself he hadn't even known existed. His vision darkened at the edges, not in weakness but in sheer, unrelenting hunger. It was as though his very soul had been unshackled, yet he had never realized it had been bound in the first place.
His breath came slow, measured, but his fingers twitched with the unbearable urge to grip, tear, dominate.
Far away, in the Kingdom, Lana and Elizabeth stood amidst the chaos that surrounded Vynessa, their evolved Draconic Eyes allowing them to witness everything as though they stood beside him. Their expressions—an unsettling mixture of delight and dark satisfaction—were proof of their true thoughts. They had expected this.
"Finally." Elizabeth's voice was nothing short of pleased.
Lana's lips curled into a smirk, arms crossed over her chest. "Now, let's see him embrace what he truly is."
Their satisfaction wasn't born of hatred for the suppression—they had placed it there themselves—but of relief. Relief that, after all this time, their little Lycius was finally shedding the illusion of restraint. They knew what this meant: he would kill Xylara. And without the bond fully established, he wouldn't suffer the full consequences of a mate's death.
If only they knew that an obstacle would soon ruin their hopes.
Xylara had felt it too.
The moment she locked eyes with Lycius, something deep within her trembled. She had spent her life mastering manipulation, bending even the strongest wills, yet she was powerless against the raw presence before her. It wasn't power in the traditional sense—it was something far worse. Something lawless, untamed.
But it wasn't just his strength that unsettled her.
It was the bond.
A bond she had never experienced, never thought possible. A bond meant only for true lovers—sacred, eternal, undeniable.
Mates.
The realization struck her harder than any wound could. In all her years, she had never been bound to another. Never known the feeling of completion that was now unraveling her from within. It wasn't the connection she shared with her daughter that rattled her—it was this.
The knowledge that she was his.
And yet, he was looking at her as if she was nothing more than something to be broken.
She gritted her teeth, forcing her emotions aside. It didn't matter. This wasn't a bond she could afford to acknowledge.
She took her stance.
Lycius's gaze flickered with something unreadable before a slow, mocking smile curled at his lips. "You're standing against me?"
The amusement in his voice sent a shiver down Xylara's spine. It wasn't the tone of someone surprised—it was the tone of a predator entertained by its prey's struggle.
She didn't answer. Instead, she wove her dark energy into existence, surrounding herself in swirling tendrils of midnight-black mist. Her wings flared, shadows rising at her call, the very air warping from the sheer pressure of her presence.
Lycius exhaled, a whisper of a chuckle escaping him.
And then he moved.
Faster than thought.
Xylara barely had time to react before his scythe materialized from the void, its jagged edge humming with a power so ancient that reality itself trembled around it. With a single downward swing, the ground split apart, a shockwave tearing through the very foundation of the forest.
Xylara vanished into the shadows.
A mistake.
Before she could reappear, Lycius's voice rang in the void between them. "Found you."
A ruthless grip around her throat. A crushing force slamming her into the ground, creating a crater beneath them.
Pain exploded in Xylara's body, but she didn't stop. With a flick of her wrist, tentacles of dark energy shot from beneath her, aiming to ensnare Lycius—but he simply raised a hand, and with an effortless pulse of magic, her attack shattered like brittle glass.
Impossible.
She barely had time to cast an illusion before he was upon her again, his scythe arching toward her chest. She twisted, narrowly dodging, but the blade still carved through her side, sending searing pain through her body.
Lycius tilted his head, eyes glowing with something dark and twisted. He wasn't just fighting her.
He was enjoying this.
Xylara grit her teeth. If this continued, she would die. She had no doubt about that.
So she did the only thing she could.
A slow, trembling breath left her lips as she spoke. "I'm sorry, Vynessa."
Lycius's blade stopped inches from her throat.
Her voice was not desperate—it was broken.
"I should have found you sooner."
Lycius's grip tightened on his scythe, his golden-red eyes flickering with something unreadable. His next move was already set in his mind—he would end her. That was the punishment she deserved for standing against him.
But the moment her words fell into the night, the air around them twisted.
Space itself folded—
And suddenly, Vynessa was there.
The instant Vynessa materialized, everything changed.
Lycius, who had been poised to deal the final blow, froze in place. His scythe, already descending toward Xylara's throat, halted mid-swing.
For the first time since the battle had begun, emotion flickered across his face. It wasn't regret.
It was something much darker.
His grip on his weapon slackened. His golden-red eyes, once filled with nothing but cruel delight, now held something unreadable. The sheer presence of Vynessa seemed to disrupt everything—his instincts, his desires, his urges.
Xylara, bruised and barely standing, reached for her daughter with trembling hands.
Lycius exhaled, slowly lowering his scythe. His free hand clenched into a fist, trembling slightly. He had wanted to kill her. He had enjoyed breaking her. And yet… now that Vynessa stood between them, he felt an irritation that was neither anger nor disappointment.
It was frustration.
Not at them.
At himself.
Because a part of him had wanted to finish it. To end her, to revel in the act. And now that the moment had passed, now that he had been stopped, he found himself craving something else.
Something pure. Innocent. Untouched by war or cruelty.
Something undeserving.
The realization sent a thrill through him, a twisted desire curling within his chest.
This wasn't over—and it would never be enough.
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