Chapter 6: The Fall of the Weak
Lucian's crimson eyes gleamed in the dimly lit penthouse. The city below buzzed with oblivious fools, unaware of the impending apocalypse. He leaned back in his leather chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.
Across from him, Irene knelt on the floor, her silky nightgown barely covering her flawless curves. She had long accepted her place at his feet, her once-defiant gaze now filled with devotion and submission.
But Lucian's attention wasn't on her. It was on the man trembling before him.
"Please… she's my fiancée," the man stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His name didn't matter—only that he was weak.
Lucian's smirk widened. "And?"
He reached out, running his fingers through the woman's silky auburn hair—Clara, a model-level beauty, dressed in an elegant, shimmering red dress. Her deep brown eyes flickered with hesitation, but her body shuddered under Lucian's touch.
The system had spoken.
[Beauty Evaluated: 91 Points]
She belonged to him now.
"Clara," Lucian murmured, his voice deep and commanding. "Tell me, do you really want to stay with him?"
The woman bit her lip, her gaze darting between her trembling fiancé and Lucian's towering, dominant presence.
"I… I…" Her voice trembled, but her body betrayed her. The heat in her cheeks, the way she leaned into Lucian's touch—it was all the answer he needed.
Lucian chuckled darkly. He leaned in, whispering against her ear. "You already know who the better man is."
The fiancé collapsed to his knees. "Clara… no… please…"
Clara turned away from him, pressing her soft curves against Lucian's chest. "I… I want you, Lucian."
The moment she spoke those words, the man broke.
Tears streamed down his face as Lucian claimed what was his. He crushed Clara against him, his grip possessive, dominant. She shuddered, moaning softly as his hot breath traced down her neck.
Lucian tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You belong to me now."
Clara nodded. "Yes… I do."
The man let out a choked sob, his world crumbling as Lucian took everything from him.
Lucian's smirk never wavered. This was just the beginning.
The weak had no place in this world.
And soon, the apocalypse would prove it.
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To Be Continued…