The Blood Arena shattered.
Lucien stood alone amid smoking rubble as the world re-stitched itself, returning him to the shattered ruins of the chapel. His pulse still thundered from the battle. His shirt was in tatters, skin slick with blood and power. The air buzzed with lingering magic—and lust.
Behind him, Aralynn collapsed to her knees.
Lilith's breath came in ragged pants.
Seraphiel trembled, wings flickering.
> [System Update: Blood Rival Defeated – Valcros the Hollow Star]
[Power Absorbed: 11% - Starbound Trait Fragment Acquired]
[Warning: The Blood Emperor Wakes in 29 Days 11 Hours]
Lucien's jaw clenched. "Then we don't rest."
"Lucien…" Aralynn's voice was soft, needy. "You used too much power—your veins are glowing."
He looked down. Crimson runes pulsed beneath his skin.
"System," he growled. "What's happening to me?"
> [You are reaching Phase II: Tyrant Ascension. Sexual Conquest, Ritual Bonding, and Domain Expansion Required.]
> [Target Recommended: Princess Elira Vell — Iceblood Saintess of Nivhym]
[Warning: She is prophesied to kill you.]
Lucien's lips curled.
"Then let's f*ck fate."
---
Scene Transition – Frost Sanctuary of Nivhym
Deep in the north, snowstorm winds howled across endless tundras. Atop a frozen mountain sat a cathedral of ice—Sanctuary Vell, where divine priestesses served the goddess of judgment.
In its heart knelt Princess Elira Vell, naked beneath cascading sheets of enchanted snow.
Her silver hair shimmered like moonlight, skin pale blue from the Iceblood in her veins. Her eyes were closed, hands folded in prayer—until the snow cracked.
Her breath caught.
A voice echoed in her mind.
> "The Tyrant is coming."
She opened her eyes—cold, sharp, and trembling with suppressed desire.
---
Back at the Cathedral Ruins
Lucien walked through the ruins with a new edge to his stride—lethal and hungry. The battle had left his body twitching with surplus energy. It needed an outlet.
Seraphiel trailed him, flushed. "Where are we going?"
"To the frozen throne," Lucien replied. "To take the girl fate said I'd lose to."
Lilith's fangs flashed. "You gonna kill her?"
Lucien turned, pinning them both with his eyes. "No. I'm going to f*ck her until she begs to kill for me."
---
That night, as they prepared to teleport north, Lucien stood naked by a glowing rune pool, body steaming with magic.
Aralynn approached from behind, shy at first, then sliding her arms around his waist.
"I thought I lost you…" she whispered.
He turned slowly. "You didn't."
She pressed her lips to his chest, trembling. Her voice shook. "Then take me again. Let me feel your power. Before we go after her."
Lucien lifted her by the thighs, setting her on the ritual altar as fire and ice pulsed beneath the stone.
---
[Erotic Moment Begins – Ritual Bond: Tyrant + Bride Class]
He leaned in, lips grazing her throat. "Do you want to be mine again, Aralynn?"
She nodded fast, legs spreading. "I'm yours."
His hands slid up her thighs, fingers teasing the edges of her inner warmth. She moaned—his name a prayer.
Their kiss was brutal, wet and hungry. She gasped into his mouth, then screamed as he entered her in one smooth thrust.
The world glowed red.
Power bloomed.
Bloodline marks spiraled up her body.
> [Bride Level Up – Aralynn: Tier II Unlocked – Ritualist Class: Witch of the Tyrant]
Her magic exploded—blood and sex merging as she climaxed with a high cry, her nails clawing down his back. He took her over and over until she collapsed against him, twitching and dazed.
Lilith and Seraphiel watched from the shadows, heat in their eyes.
---
Teleport Sequence Initiated
> [Coordinates Locked – Nivhym: Iceblood Territory – Danger Level: Divine]
The trio appeared in a frozen valley beneath northern stars. Ice winds slammed into them.
Lucien didn't flinch.
Aralynn, still glowing, snapped her fingers—summoning ritual cloaks around them.
"Sanctuary Vell is ahead," she whispered. "But Elira won't be alone. Her bodyguards are holy Paladins. And worse…"
Seraphiel shivered. "Her blood is cursed. Icebloods absorb your emotions. They don't feel anything."
Lucien smirked. "Then I'll make her feel everything."
---
Inside Sanctuary Vell
Elira stood alone in her moonlit chamber, staring at a mirror rimed with frost.
She wore a translucent gown of crystal threads—barely covering her hardened nipples or the heat pooling at her thighs.
Her hand slid slowly down her body as she whispered:
"I don't understand…"
Visions of Lucien had been haunting her. A man she'd never met. But her womb burned. Her chest ached.
> [Prophecy Mark – Fated Bond: Iceblood Killer / Lust Tyrant]
> [Current Status: Interference Detected – You are drawn to your doom.]
She gritted her teeth, fingers plunging deeper between her thighs.
And moaned.
She came—crying out a name she did not know.
Until a voice answered from behind her.
"You're louder than I expected, Princess."
---
Elira whirled—ice spears forming around her.
Lucien stood in the shadows, cloak billowing, his gaze locked on her dripping core.
"How did you get in here?!" she snarled.
Lucien stepped closer. "You called me."
"I—no—"
She stumbled back as he stalked forward, stripping off his cloak. His shirt came next, revealing every scar, every mark of conquest.
"You're prophesied to kill me," he said. "But right now, you're wet for me."
She shook, pupils dilating. "I'm not—!"
He was inches from her now, hands on her hips, voice low and commanding.
"Say it."
Elira's breath hitched.
"I'm…"
His thumb grazed her soaked lips.
"Say it."
"…wet for you."
---
> [System Alert – Iceblood Princess Subjugation Path: Initiated]
Lucien kissed her.
Fierce. Dominant. Icy breath and burning heat clashed as her mind shattered.
Her frost armor melted as she kissed him back, trembling.
Clothes hit the floor.
Her thighs wrapped around his waist.
Her scream echoed through the temple as he slammed into her on the mirror altar.
Snow fell.
Power bloomed.
> [New Skill Unlocked – Coldblood Conversion: Subjugated Iceblood grants +Resistance / +Emotion Drain Immunity]
> [Elira Vell – Status: Claimed | Class Change Available]
---
But then—
> [Warning: Divine Presence Detected – Judgement Descends]
The temple began to shake.
A golden figure hovered in the air outside—massive wings flared, a sword made of truth in hand.
The Goddess of Judgement had arrived.
Lucien looked down at Elira, who lay beneath him panting, still trembling from orgasm.
"She's here to kill you," Elira whispered. "Because of me."
Lucien smirked.
"Then let's kill a god."