Brewing Storm
Before Sailles could form another thought, her figure was pulled out of the realm again. This time, she did not appear in any village, cliff, mountain, or cave. This time she appeared in a red room with machines and tubes containing many mutilated and dissected dismembered races.
"What in the Nar is this!" She shrieked in terror.
Never in her three lives had she ever witnessed such a sight.
The separated and cut up pieces of fleshes and limbs.
The organs, eyes, ears, noses, and fingers stored in tubes.
And the heads floating on glass cylinders, sickened her to her stomach.
She had lived many years as a vicious serpentine, witnessed many horrendous sights as a cold-blooded beast, but had never seen such a horrific deed before.
If she thought the Nar realm was a burning hell before, now witnessing this room, she realized what damnation was. A creature operating such a place would probably never know the meaning of salvation. This sort of creature was beyond redemption.
"Ahhh!"
The heart-wrenching shriek pulled Sailles out of her reverie, attracting her attention to a red machine. Thousands of black tentacles wriggled and waved as they tightly stuck to the machine, greedily sucking out the energy of the agonized figure inside. With a hanging heart and shallow breath, she moved to the machine.
The instant she reached it, she froze.
Her eyes teared, her head span, her heart dropped, and her soul shuddered.
She desperately wished for, anyone or anything, to pull her out of whatever nightmare this was!
She did not have the strength to remain on her feet, weakly falling to the ground, her body leaned against the red machine.
Her eyes were vacant and lost as she sat in a daze.
"How...How, can that possibly be me? How?" She stammered, as tiny as a flame mosquito.
She was not able to understand how any of what she saw was possible. She did not have any memory of ever being in such a machine. She did not remember being sucked by thousands of black tentacles. Moreover, she could not recall going through such a horrific and agonizing experience.
So, how was it possible for her to see a sight she did not remember.
Then it hit her.
Her lost, incomplete memory!
"I don't remember this memory because I lost it or it was erased?"
If she had not seen this room, she would have never considered the possibility of her memory being erased. However, after seeing this room and its horrors, witnessing herself shrieking in pain and despair, the unobstructed thought entered her mind.
"How much longer before you are done?" The indifferent voice drifted in the quiet room, pulling Sailles out of her trance.
She knew this voice. Recognized its owner without having to see his face. But she was not able to believe her ears. The implications were great.
"Hehehehe.....Just a little more. She is more stubborn than I thought."
"I want to form the mate-bond with her the moment you are done."
"Hehehe...Of course."
But once she heard the other voice, the voice that had been haunting her, her hesitation disappeared, her dilemma vanished.
If it was really Luke that she heard, if he was in cahoots with that voice, then she would destroy them both!
Turning decisively, her gaze fell on him and her outlook changed.
The same Luke that had been caring and gentle. The same Luke she felt was sincere to her. The same Luke she thought would never hurt or harm her.
That same Luke was indifferently standing by the side while she shrieked her lungs in a machine
That same Luke was indifferently watching by the side while she thrashed her limbs in agony.
That same Luke was indifferently questioning by the side while she convulsed from an unimaginable torture.
"Good. Very good. Although I was suspicious of you and your motives, I never once suspected that you would be the one to hurt me. Although I was skeptical of your reasoning and claims, I never once imagined you to be the representative of shadow in the darkness." Her voice was calm, devoid of all emotion.
"I was right to believe in no beast but myself. However, I still made the mistake of considering you as an ordinary supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan. I never once suspected you would be in cahoots with that shadow. That is my mistake! Hahahahah....." Tears of blood slid down her face as she threw her head back and laughed with madness.
She remembered. She remembered everything now.
She was not Sailles. No.
She was Versailles Skyler. The gold serpentine of the Snake clan, the proud mate of the Werewolf King.
She was Versailles Skyler. The venomous snake, out for vengeance for the slaughter of her family, friends, and loyal subjects from her first life. She was the resentful witch out for vengeance for her failed revenge and the planned conspiracy of her death from her first life.
She was the poisonous serpentine out for vengeance for her untimely death in her second life.
And now, she will be the venomous serpentine out for vengeance and blood for the slaughter of her dear ones and her planned death from her first life.
Out for vengeance and death for her untimely death from her second life.
Out for vengeance and venom for her mental torture and emotional torment in her third life.
Her eyes flashed with hatred, venom, and deep resentment as she looked at the supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan.
"Things will be much easier now that I know you have relations with that shadow as well."
At this moment, a powerful force descended on her body and drew her out of the red room.
The next moment, her soul appeared in the black mountains outside of the vampire city.
She saw herself wrapped in her mate, Ramose's embrace.
She saw the staff impaling their bodies together, bleeding their lifeblood out.
She saw their figures slump to the ground, their foreheads touching, fingers intertwined, as their blood flowed and mixed, turning into one.
She saw their lifeforce drain out of their body, before their eyes turned glossy and lifeless.
"No!"
Her floating soul hollered at the exact same time the werewolves gathered around their impaled forms. Crouching, they wept.
"No! I cannot die! My mate cannot die! We cannot die without getting our revenge. I still have to pay the beast Luke, pay for everything he has done in the past thousand years! We have to get our revenge!"
Mad with unwillingness, Versailles screamed wildly as she watched Ramose and her lay motionlessly on the ground.
Bang!
"Ahhhhh!"
Bang!
"Ahhhhh!"
Bang!
"All my efforts have gone to waste! Since I am not able to get what I want, I will make certain that the two of you never get what you want as well. Even in death, I will separate the two of you!" Enraged and out of control, the Supreme Elder Luke indiscriminately slaughtered the mourning werewolves.
Caught unprepared, the werewolves were neither in the mindset nor in the mood to battle. Therefore, the mad vampire slashed and ripped without restraint, venting his rage. Heads and limbs flew through the arm one after another, red blood pooling on the black charred ground.
Before long, all the werewolves in the region met with horrific end. Their heads separated from their bodies, their limbs ripped out of their large frames.
Their carcasses littered the ground, their red blood feeding the dry, scorched ground.
Not satisfied, Luke approached the impaled figures of Versailles and Ramose, ruthlessly ripping the two apart. Ramoses' lifeless form limply fell to the ground, blood gushing out of the enlarged wound.
Luke viciously stepped on the bleeding wound, pummeling the man into the ground. He kicked, stomped, and crushed on the motionless body until nothing but a pulp of mangled flesh remained.
Versailles soul witnessed the merciless slaughter of the werewolves with clenched fists and teeth, immense rage rolling off her frame.
However, when she saw Luke trample upon Ramose's dead corpse, her eyes turned red, seething with vengeful fire.
Boundless hate, deep resentment, and uncontrollable rage overwhelmed her mind, searing her heart, branding into her soul.
"I will kill him! I will rip his limbs apart, drink his blood, and poison him with the most venomous of poisons in the entire seven realms!" Her howl shook the void, affecting the physical realm.
Wind gushed forth, the sky darkened, and an invisible seven-color lighting flashed.
The never-changing dull red sky of the Nar realm turned crimson red, rivers of stars appeared in the starless sky, and a cool silver-purple moon enveloped the land.
"I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS DEATH!!! I want revenge!!! I WILL GET MY REVENGE!!!"
The vengeful mad shriek resonated throughout the void, causing the rivers of stars and silver-purple moon to pulse with power.
In the next instant, the 'glowing soul' inside Versailles body lit up with unimaginable power, pulsing in junction to the rivers of stars and silver-purple moon.
"Very well. However, I cannot bring you and your mate back to life. The staff with which the dark one pierced you has a mysterious power that prevents all forms of life-storing, self-healing, or regenerating magic. I can only take you a few days back in time. Back in time to before all took place. From there, the direction of your fates will lay in your hands." The mysterious faint voice from the 'glowing soul' in Versailles dead corpse echoed in her soul and before she could respond, a flash of light burst out from it.
The light exploded outwards, across the land and void, a massive, powerful, heavenly pulse of brightness that flattened the whole mountain. She collapsed.
There was silence. It stretched out across the vast expanse of landscape, deafening. She didn't know how much time had passed when she opened her eyes.
And when she did, she was astonished.
Chapter 66: Thirst For Vengeance
"What in the Nar is this!" She shrieked in terror.
Never in her three lives had she ever witnessed such a sight.
The separated and cut up pieces of fleshes and limbs.
The organs, eyes, ears, noses, and fingers stored in tubes.
And the heads floating on glass cylinders, sickened her to her stomach.
She had lived many years as a vicious serpentine, witnessed many horrendous sights as a cold-blooded beast, but had never seen such a horrific deed before.
If she thought the Nar realm was a burning hell before, now witnessing this room, she realized what damnation was. A creature operating such a place would probably never know the meaning of salvation. This sort of creature was beyond redemption.
"Ahhh!"
The heart-wrenching shriek pulled Sailles out of her reverie, attracting her attention to a red machine. Thousands of black tentacles wriggled and waved as they tightly stuck to the machine, greedily sucking out the energy of the agonized figure inside. With a hanging heart and shallow breath, she moved to the machine.
The instant she reached it, she froze.
Her eyes teared, her head span, her heart dropped, and her soul shuddered.
She desperately wished for, anyone or anything, to pull her out of whatever nightmare this was!
She did not have the strength to remain on her feet, weakly falling to the ground, her body leaned against the red machine.
Her eyes were vacant and lost as she sat in a daze.
"How...How, can that possibly be me? How?" She stammered, as tiny as a flame mosquito.
She was not able to understand how any of what she saw was possible. She did not have any memory of ever being in such a machine. She did not remember being sucked by thousands of black tentacles. Moreover, she could not recall going through such a horrific and agonizing experience.
So, how was it possible for her to see a sight she did not remember.
Then it hit her.
Her lost, incomplete memory!
If she had not seen this room, she would have never considered the possibility of her memory being erased. However, after seeing this room and its horrors, witnessing herself shrieking in pain and despair, the unobstructed thought entered her mind.
"How much longer before you are done?" The indifferent voice drifted in the quiet room, pulling Sailles out of her trance.
She knew this voice. Recognized its owner without having to see his face. But she was not able to believe her ears. The implications were great.
"Hehehehe.....Just a little more. She is more stubborn than I thought."
"I want to form the mate-bond with her the moment you are done."
"Hehehe...Of course."
But once she heard the other voice, the voice that had been haunting her, her hesitation disappeared, her dilemma vanished.
If it was really Luke that she heard, if he was in cahoots with that voice, then she would destroy them both!
Turning decisively, her gaze fell on him and her outlook changed.
The same Luke that had been caring and gentle. The same Luke she felt was sincere to her. The same Luke she thought would never hurt or harm her.
That same Luke was indifferently standing by the side while she shrieked her lungs in a machine
That same Luke was indifferently watching by the side while she thrashed her limbs in agony.
That same Luke was indifferently questioning by the side while she convulsed from an unimaginable torture.
"Good. Very good. Although I was suspicious of you and your motives, I never once suspected that you would be the one to hurt me. Although I was skeptical of your reasoning and claims, I never once imagined you to be the representative of shadow in the darkness." Her voice was calm, devoid of all emotion.
"I was right to believe in no beast but myself. However, I still made the mistake of considering you as an ordinary supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan. I never once suspected you would be in cahoots with that shadow. That is my mistake! Hahahahah....." Tears of blood slid down her face as she threw her head back and laughed with madness.
She remembered. She remembered everything now.
She was not Sailles. No.
She was Versailles Skyler. The gold serpentine of the Snake clan, the proud mate of the Werewolf King.
She was Versailles Skyler. The venomous snake, out for vengeance for the slaughter of her family, friends, and loyal subjects from her first life. She was the resentful witch out for vengeance for her failed revenge and the planned conspiracy of her death from her first life.
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And now, she will be the venomous serpentine out for vengeance and blood for the slaughter of her dear ones and her planned death from her first life.
Out for vengeance and death for her untimely death from her second life.
Out for vengeance and venom for her mental torture and emotional torment in her third life.
Her eyes flashed with hatred, venom, and deep resentment as she looked at the supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan.
"Things will be much easier now that I know you have relations with that shadow as well."
At this moment, a powerful force descended on her body and drew her out of the red room.
The next moment, her soul appeared in the black mountains outside of the vampire city.
She saw herself wrapped in her mate, Ramose's embrace.
She saw the staff impaling their bodies together, bleeding their lifeblood out.
She saw their figures slump to the ground, their foreheads touching, fingers intertwined, as their blood flowed and mixed, turning into one.
She saw their lifeforce drain out of their body, before their eyes turned glossy and lifeless.
"No!"
Her floating soul hollered at the exact same time the werewolves gathered around their impaled forms. Crouching, they wept.
"No! I cannot die! My mate cannot die! We cannot die without getting our revenge. I still have to pay the beast Luke, pay for everything he has done in the past thousand years! We have to get our revenge!"
Mad with unwillingness, Versailles screamed wildly as she watched Ramose and her lay motionlessly on the ground.
Bang!
"Ahhhhh!"
Bang!
"Ahhhhh!"
"All my efforts have gone to waste! Since I am not able to get what I want, I will make certain that the two of you never get what you want as well. Even in death, I will separate the two of you!" Enraged and out of control, the Supreme Elder Luke indiscriminately slaughtered the mourning werewolves.
Caught unprepared, the werewolves were neither in the mindset nor in the mood to battle. Therefore, the mad vampire slashed and ripped without restraint, venting his rage. Heads and limbs flew through the arm one after another, red blood pooling on the black charred ground.
Before long, all the werewolves in the region met with horrific end. Their heads separated from their bodies, their limbs ripped out of their large frames.
Their carcasses littered the ground, their red blood feeding the dry, scorched ground.
Not satisfied, Luke approached the impaled figures of Versailles and Ramose, ruthlessly ripping the two apart. Ramoses' lifeless form limply fell to the ground, blood gushing out of the enlarged wound.
Luke viciously stepped on the bleeding wound, pummeling the man into the ground. He kicked, stomped, and crushed on the motionless body until nothing but a pulp of mangled flesh remained.
Versailles soul witnessed the merciless slaughter of the werewolves with clenched fists and teeth, immense rage rolling off her frame.
However, when she saw Luke trample upon Ramose's dead corpse, her eyes turned red, seething with vengeful fire.
Boundless hate, deep resentment, and uncontrollable rage overwhelmed her mind, searing her heart, branding into her soul.
"I will kill him! I will rip his limbs apart, drink his blood, and poison him with the most venomous of poisons in the entire seven realms!" Her howl shook the void, affecting the physical realm.
Wind gushed forth, the sky darkened, and an invisible seven-color lighting flashed.
The never-changing dull red sky of the Nar realm turned crimson red, rivers of stars appeared in the starless sky, and a cool silver-purple moon enveloped the land.
"I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS DEATH!!! I want revenge!!! I WILL GET MY REVENGE!!!"
The vengeful mad shriek resonated throughout the void, causing the rivers of stars and silver-purple moon to pulse with power.
In the next instant, the 'glowing soul' inside Versailles body lit up with unimaginable power, pulsing in junction to the rivers of stars and silver-purple moon.
"Very well. However, I cannot bring you and your mate back to life. The staff with which the dark one pierced you has a mysterious power that prevents all forms of life-storing, self-healing, or regenerating magic. I can only take you a few days back in time. Back in time to before all took place. From there, the direction of your fates will lay in your hands." The mysterious faint voice from the 'glowing soul' in Versailles dead corpse echoed in her soul and before she could respond, a flash of light burst out from it.
The light exploded outwards, across the land and void, a massive, powerful, heavenly pulse of brightness that flattened the whole mountain. She collapsed.
There was silence. It stretched out across the vast expanse of landscape, deafening. She didn't know how much time had passed when she opened her eyes.
And when she did, she was astonished.
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