Ch-115

Ch-115

Hearing Lenora's words, Azazel felt that it's time to wake up the ancient. He stood up and started chanting spells. A huge array appeared in the air. 

As Adira grappled with her thoughts, a sudden movement caught her eye. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the ancient creature in the room began to stir, its grotesque form emerging from the shadows with a sickening slowness.

Adira recoiled in horror at the sight before her. The ancient was a ghastly sight to behold, its flesh rotting away to reveal the grisly remnants of its once-human form. Bugs and maggots writhed and squirmed around its decaying body, casting a foul stench that filled the air with the sickly scent of death.

Even Lenora, who had maintained a stoic facade in the face of adversity, felt her stomach churn with revulsion at the sight before her. But she forced herself to remain composed, steeling her expression as Azazel rose to his feet and offered his position to the ancient creature.

Adira's mind raced as she struggled to make sense of the situation unfolding before her. What dark secrets lay hidden within the depths of this ancient palace? And what role did Lenora play in the grand scheme of Azazel's sinister plans?

As she watched Azazel and the ancient creature, a sense of dread washed over her, knowing that they were standing on the precipice of darkness that threatened to consume them all. Adira could also see the evil energy surrounding the ancient creature. She felt a sickness that she had never felt before. 

Was this a fear of death? Maybe. She could feel her chest in her throat. Her eyes were filled with anger, helplessness, and hatred for the people in front of her. They were so powerful, she couldn't do a single thing against them. Even her husband and her brother were not capable enough. 

Adira knew this was the time. She pressed the ring quietly. The ring absorbed some of her left-over strength making her fall unconscious. Not to mention the evil energy of the ancient made her even weaker. 

"I have so many questions... I wonder who the honor of will answer them," Lenora asked, looking at the ancient and Azazel without expressing her disgust. Her expression was plain and stoic.

"Are you not disgusted by me?" the ancient asked. Amusement was apparent in his tone. 

"Oh, should I?" she asked, blinking her eyes at him as she drawled her words at him. 

"You are smart, unlike your father," he muttered. As he spoke, rotten black blood dripped down his mouth. Even more disgusting stench mixed in the air, twisting the gut inside her stomach but she held it down. Only a skeleton like Azazel can bear this disgusting creature. 

"Then why did you help him?" she asked with a smile as she turned her gaze towards him. That's the mistake she made. With every passing second, his flesh seemed to be rotting away more. She could feel her body begging her to get away from him. 

"Curious much. Never getting distracted from her intentions. Azazel, you have a gem, daughter," he praised. 

"She is. She even got both kings for you as a gift," he replied with a burst of laughter in the end. 

"That's great. Cunning, yet sharp. Knows how to use the right cards. A beauty with brains. But even we have to be careful with her. But in front of my power, even a thousand of her would not be able to take me down," he said as he looked at Lenora meaningfully. Lenora could see that the evil energy around him was growing with every passing second.

His rotten flesh dropped onto the ground, making her stomach churn. She gulped the bile down her throat, maintaining the smile on her face. 

"That is why I am here, aren't I? I chose the right cards," she said, pointing to the ancient and Azazel.

"Smart enough! She can be my apprentice," he laughed. Ancient acted like he was very pleased with Lenora. 

The ancient looked at her and started saying, "Both Vampira and Werewolfia came from me, Vrykolakas. My eldest son, Amdis, was a good man and so was my youngest, Lazarus. They both loved a woman, but in the end, they fought each other for her, making her leave this place. They blamed each other and became sworn enemies. She fled to human grounds," he said as he started the story. His eyes trained on Lenora as he spoke. It's as if he was trying to watch into her pure soul with all his evil eyes that could kill a person. 

Lenora felt an unknown stir in her heart when she heard the name Lazarus. It's the same feeling of longing for loved ones. She shook her head, thinking it was just nonsense. How could she have feelings for a sleeping ancient whom she never met? 

Adira fainted from the amount of evil power backlash she received. Lenora was not surprised to see her in that state. Because Adira was the youngest of all and had never met any pure evil existence. 

But did she really faint? Only Adira knew very well. 

Nobody notices or pays attention to Adira anymore. Even though Adira laid down weakly, she still heard their talks. 

"Indeed, it's true. Women can cause a war, and make men fight for kingdoms. But now I have seen two races split because of a woman. How interesting," Lenora commented, crossing her right leg over her left leg. She placed her right palm under her chin as she balanced her elbow on the chair. Azazel watched them both silently from the side as he listened to this old story. 

As they spoke, they didn't notice the movement of Adira's eyeballs. Nor the footsteps of four feet. Just when Vrykolakas felt a change in the environment, he was about to turn his head, but just then something fell, distracting everyone from their paces. All their gazes turned towards…