Chapter 140
The ritual chamber opened into a cathedral sized room filled with velvet lined pews, black altar cloths, and red robed humans kneeling like worshippers. At the center of the room stood a statue of the Blood Goddess, fanged, winged, terrifying and divine.
“These are her chosen,” Lucien said, sweeping his arm. “They give themselves willingly. One bite from you, and they ascend to her realm.”
“Willing?” I asked, skeptical, but intrigued.
Varek stepped behind Soria and growled against her ear. “Listen.”
And I did. The humans were whispering. Chanting. Begging.
“Choose me, Mistress…”
“Take me, Goddess…”
“Let my blood be your sacrament…”
My fangs throbbed.
Soria moved first, drawn like a moth to a flame. She walked right up to a man kneeling at the foot of the statue and cupped his chin. He looked up at her like she was holy.
“Please,” he breathed.
“You’re mine,” she purred, and sank her fangs in.
He didn’t scream. He moaned.
Lucien clapped once, delighted. “Excellent form.”
I strolled forward, slow and deliberate, until I stood before a redheaded girl with gold rings in her nipples and black devotion tattooed across her collarbone.
“You want to die for me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes wild with devotion. “It would be an honor.”
“Good.”
I bit.
Her blood was ecstasy, spiced wine, heat, power, worship. I drank until her soul cracked open and I felt the Blood Goddess smile. When I pulled back, the girl was limp but smiling, her body glowing faintly red. Ascended.
I wiped my lips. “I could get used to this.”
Lucien smirked. “Oh, you will.”
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Chapter 140
BLOOD GODDESS POV
Name: Raelith Mortem – Queen of Crimson, Mother of Blond, Keeper of the Eternal Honger
The mortal realm cracked like a spiderweb beneath my altar.
They had fed.
They had taken in my sacrament with open mouths, thirsty hearts, and twisted souls. And I felt it. Every drop. Every scream. Every yo whispered through bloodstained lips.
“Ahhh, my daughters…”
My voice rolled through the chamber like smoke from a battlefield, syrupy, thick, and intoxicating. The red robed bodies trembled. Lucien’s eyes fluttered closed. Varek’s jaw clenched. Vaela and Soria fell to their knees, already marked by my touch, already pulsing with the beginnings of what I would make them.
“You called to me in your darkest hour. You gave me your hearts, your hunger… your hate. And I answer.”
The torches went out. The altar bled.
And in that crimson, I stepped forward, no longer just a statue, but flesh, shadow, bone, and divine rot. My skin shimmered like garnet and ink. My eyes held galaxies of war. My claws dripped with truth.
“You have been wronged, my daughters. Cast out. Silenced. Abandoned. But from the ashes of that pain, I forge something new.”
I waved one hand, and the blood pooled between them lit up like liquid fire. From it rose a crown of thorns, a dagger made of fangs, and a glass orb swirling with dark red mist.
“Take them.”
Soria stepped forward first, eyes glowing like dying stars. She touched the dagger.
“Blood for blood,” I whispered. “This blade will drink lies. No oath spoken in your presence can be false again. No traitor can hide their intent. You will be my blade of vengeance.”
Soria smiled. It was feral. Vaela reached for the crown, jagged, beautiful, and unforgiving.
“You will wear this when you hunt. It marks you as my heir, my chaos bringer. Those who look upon you will see their own fears reflected. You will rule terror itself.”
She placed it on her head. Her eyes rolled back. Magic screamed around her. Lucien reached for the orb. My sweet child. My darling monster.
“For you, my oldest son… I gift dominion over shadow minds. With this, you can unravel thoughts, strip memories, fracture the minds of kings. Let none stand unbroken.”
Varek stepped closer possessively, watching Soria like a lion on a leash.
“And you, soul bound warrior… I bless your bond. Her strength is yours. Your rage, hers. You are not just mates… you are weapons.”
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Chapter 140
“Serve me,” I breathed, my form fading into the veil once more, “and I will make you gods.”
The altar exploded in a shower of red flame and smoke. When it cleared, the chamber was silent, but the gifts remained.
And so did the hunger.
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