dera_damsel

WARNING WARNING!! 
THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.
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Orpheus was once a young vampire, born into a family of vampires who turned him into a werewolf through the use of black magic. This transformation created a battle within him as vampires and werewolves because of a deep-seated enmity towards each other. Orpheus struggled with this duality for thousands of years and eventually learned to live with his newfound self. However, this transformation left him ruthless and cold, instilling fear in people who worked for him. Despite his fearsome reputation, there was one exception - Camilla Grande. 

Camilla was a young woman in her twenties who lost her parents in a devastating car accident when she was just eighteen. She had to give up her dreams of pursuing a degree and a career in dancing to start working. However, her lack of a degree made it difficult for her to find a job in a regular office. One day, while wandering the streets, she overheard someone talking about a luxurious mansion on the other side of town that needed a housekeeper. The previous staff who worked there either got fired or left on their own accord, and no one could tell a complete story about the mysteries of that house. 

Camilla was about to dismiss the thought, but when she heard the amount they were offering to pay, she decided to apply. Little did she know that her decision to work at that mansion would change her life forever.

Prophecy: rising of the first hybrid

The Beast of Questions loomed before them, its form writhing like liquid shadow, never settling into a single shape for more than a heartbeat. Its voice slithered through the air, heavy with ancient power.

"You have entered the Forgotten Vale, where knowledge is both key and curse. Answer my riddles, and you may proceed. Fail, and the void shall claim you."

The air around them crackled with energy. The group hesitated, but Lydia stepped forward first, her expression unreadable.

"Very well," she said. "Ask your riddles, Beast."

The creature's eyes flared brighter. "The first riddle is for you, mortal girl," it rumbled, its words vibrating through the air like distant thunder. "I have been waiting for you."

Camilla swallowed hard. A chill ran down her spine, though she held her ground. "Me?" she echoed, glancing at Lydia, who, for once, had no clever remark to offer.

Chapter sixty-nine: riddles