Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Cersei’s ambition

Knock! Knock!

Kai had just felt Cersei letting go of her defensive posture when he pulled himself away.

Her eyes were closed, her face flustered, and there was a slight tremble in her arm which passed to Kai’s shoulder where her fingers were digging deep into his flesh. Kai looked at her deeply as if trying to see just a hint of something. Something odd. And something incriminating.

All he got in reply was a stare full of longing and ferociousness. This ferocity was a part of who Cersei was. The longing, though, Kai felt unnecessary and ill-timed.

Thump!

A fist bumped against the door, and Kai had to leave her standing by herself.

A brown-haired and dark-skinned waiter in a dark blue uniform was waiting outside when Kai opened the doors. Two trays were hovering magically over his hands, one having bread and a bowl of soup, and the other having two large mugs of Butterbeer. Petyr had ordered the meal while talking to Tom, Kai remembered.

“Hold out your hands,” the waiter said, scowling.

Kai held out his hands, and both trays landed there, spilling out a little beer. The waiter then strode off, and Kai could have sworn he distinctly heard the waiter calling him “a damn squib”. He shook his head and closed the door with his leg.

“Help me with it,” Kai said.

Cersei straightened her posture and approached him with every bit of nobility in her walk she could muster. “Why did you do it?” she demanded, placing the trays and handing over a beer mug to Kai.

“Know your place,” Kai rebuked, harshly, sitting back on the chair. “You are just words that have come to life. You are just a Skill. And you are mine! I can do whatever I want with you. So don’t question me. Do you understand? You are not Cersei Lannister, the Queen of Seven Kingdoms. You are Cersei Lannister, Kai Stormborn’s power.”

This sudden declaration and words took Cersei aback. Kai looked at her deeper than he ever had. He observed the tiniest emotion on her face, her body language, the color rising on her face, and her beaming eyes. Even after hearing the sharp words, she maintained herself well, as one could expect from a high noble. Kai saw a hint of anger, some pride, and a struggle of unknown emotion, trying to come out.

He had expected her to take offense, but the most obvious reaction on her face was not something Kai had expected. Not after what he had just said to her.

Cersei reached down, picked a mug for herself, and drank the beer. She must have liked the taste, for she took another one. “Do it then,” she said, looking directly at Kai.

“Do what?” Kai asked.

“You just said you can do whatever with me, right?” she asked, stepping close to where Kai was sitting. “Do it then. You are right, master. A new life is what I am, not that Cersei Lannister. I belong solely to me. And to you. I am not the queen of Westeros. Nor do I want to be. But I can be your queen. Why rule seven kingdoms when we can rule the entire world?”

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She towered over him, her long legs brushing Kai’s knees. Then she sat down on Kai’s lap in an imposing manner as if it was her throne, and Kai was just a commoner at whom she was looking down.

Kai felt his blood boiling as her breath hit his face. The smile on her face couldn’t have possibly come from a young girl. Even at her age, this Cersei looked as mature and commanding as the Cersei he had slept with; a night of sleepless dreams and uncountable pleasures.

Cersei giggled. Her free hand probed Kai’s jawline, her eyes losing themselves into his own. She brought her face down, her entire body leaning over Kai.

“Blood Prophecy!” Kai said with a stony expression, his eyes almost bloodshot.

Cersei’s smile didn’t disappear. Her fingers reached down and pinched Kai’s erect manhood over the pants playfully as she stood up. Kai took out his saber and nicked his thumb, letting out a trail of blood which Cersei licked after drinking a mouthful of butterbeer.

There is something off about these characters, he thought as he plunged into great red darkness. She is aware of me in ways even I am not aware of myself. She shows emotions, has her own ambitions, and her body trembles as if there is a greater life within her. Mystery attracts mystery, I knew. But what kind of mystery she is. Dare I ask this question to myself?

Kai compared the things he learned from Cersei with the oddity he had noticed in Petyr, and he shuddered. He just hoped the Blood Ocean would take his mind off the things he had just discovered.

Kai was aware of the still redness as if having a lucid dream. His heart was thumping, almost praying against another failure. But even before he could complete this prayer, the blood ocean stirred. When the blood waves took shape, Kai could almost tell he was in a place where no sunlight could ever hope to reach. Then he saw himself; for no one but he could slither like the way this blood figure was slithering over the walls, if walls they were.

Kai could feel the panic in this blood figure. It was running from something. Kai forced himself to look away from the figure, a task unimaginably difficult only those who would know who had ever gained awareness of themselves while having a dream.

Cold. A bone-chilling cold bit into Kai’s ethereal flesh. The red darkness, which couldn’t have possibly become darker, gained a color of that depthless abyss as his consciousness landed on those big red or black masses of churning gas and madness.

Then a scream. A flash of spear followed by a deathly gasp. Thin blood erupted along with the sharp steel out of her chest, like molten lava. Blood. Blood.

Blood…

Kai found himself twisting, lying on the cold floor. The murderous notification of HP reaching almost zero was flashing a deep menacing red in front of his eyes. The scream still echoed in his ears, crossing space and time, coming to haunt him from one life to another.

Even in such a state, the Blood Demon’s survival instinct took over his thoughts and emotions. Koffing’s blood essence transformed his body as he became red hot, giving out steam. A large vial of dark filth appeared in his hands. His thumb shook as he flicked off the stopper and emptied the content into his mouth.

Then he passed out.

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