XI · His Master's Daughter

🎧 Runnin by Nick Alexandr

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I was laying on the bed when I regained my consciousness, and when I felt the memory of the asphyxiating pressure of Dorian's hand in my neck, I panicked, abruptly sitting down and taking a deep breath, then another, and another, in a way I would had I just drowned. My hand caressing my neck, eyes closed as I tried to focus.

"How old are you?" I jumped out of my skin when I heard his deep husky voice right next to me, and when my eyes found him, his eyes were on me, now black as the starless night sky. "I asked how old you are!"

"I heard it the first time just fine, you brute beast," I hissed.

He arched his eyebrows at me, "Then answer me."

I scoffed, "Piece of shit." Avoiding his eyes, I said, "I'm 24."

"24 years old," he whispered. "I guess he did found his purpose."

Frowing, I glared at him, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"All that my master did, was to find his mate," he pointed to Sera, "and the purpose of 0009694 was to help him transmigrate from race to race, living for a longer time than anyone else, long enough to become a legend, but it was all so he could meet his mate. He could only procreate with his mate, after all the change he went through, making so your existence means he met his mate and had a daughter. It's been 26 years since he vanished, with 0009694 and all the artifacts he had stolen, and the last thing he told me was that he was going to vanish, but come back when his sins had been forgotten for a while, and that he was finally in peace."

"How are you so sure I'm his daughter?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I'm not, but I got a feeling. There is something infuriating about you that pisses me off to the brink of insanity, that only he had," he crossed his thick arms. "But my master had a total of nine artifacts, how is it that you only have three?"

"Dad had nine? Jesus Christ," I gasped. "But there were only 3 in the Vault of Secrets," I stared at Sera. "Seraphina, do you know where the others are? Did dad hide them?"

"Who is Jesus Christ?" He frowned. "Did he do something to my,"

I cackled, "Dude, Jesus Christ is a God of the humans, I would say he is the most worshipped by humanity as a whole. His story is cool, he was a cool dude, but I didn't buy it. I don't believe in Gods."

"A non-believer like master, it doesn't surprise me," he mocked. "It was one of the reasons he got in so much trouble, he loved defying the Gods. But is that where you were? On the human realm? Is that where master hid all those years with you and your mom?"

My entire body steeled, "I don't have a mom."

"He didn't cum you to life, so I think you do have a mom, yes."

What the hell? "Who says that?" I gasped. "That's nasty."

"Nasty is that mouth of yours that's been cursing non-stop since the dipshit project of fish left us alone in that hallway," he snapped so bluntly and annoyed, that I felt my cheeks burning for a whole different reason.

"Sera," I called her, for answer, desperate to ignore him.

[Two of the other six artifacts, he gave to your mom. One of them was stolen by the Brotherhood. Another was stolen by the Swords of Soraya. The 8th was stolen by the 1st Prince of Hell. While the 9th was hidden by the Architect himself somewhere in the Endless Woods.]

A shiver ran down my spine, "Why did he gave her two of them?"

"Gave two to whom?" Dorian asked curiously, leaning dangerously closer to me, and I jerked away from him. "What is it now?" He scoffed.

"My mom. Don't get so close to me, damn it," I groaned.

"And why is that?" He mocked.

I swallowed, "If you can't tell, I ain't going to talk about it," taking my eyes off him, I put more distance between us, but the jerk had the audacity of climbing onto the bed. "Stop it, Dorian, damn it!" I gasped, blushing.

But when he stopped, he narrowed his eyes at me, "I didn't tell you my name, so how is it that you know it?"

Lifting my right arm between us, I groaned, "Seraphine told me."

He glared at my wrist, then at me, "So, you haven't heard of me?"

"I just got here less than two days ago, men, I'm clueless as hell."

Leaning in, his eyes darkened, "Master didn't talk about me, at all?"

Oh, shit, I hadn't thought about that. "My dad didn't talk about shit, Dorian, definitely not to me. In fact, it hurts to say this, but I don't know his real name. I always knew he went by a fake name on the human realm, Sean Scott, since he told me that, but I used to think he was a total different guy."

Nearly caging me with his body, he whispered, "How so?"

How am I supposed to even function with this male above me like this? The last person he should be towering was me, I don't want to kill him at all. I didn't want before, and I definitely don't want that now. "I… he…" I swallowed. "I'm not one to control myself, D-Dorian, so I would… stay away from me if I… if I were you," my damned eyes went to his full lips, tempting and kissable, and I gulped. "I'm… really… struggling here."

"Your dad would kill me if he knew you're so attracted to me," he grinned mischievously, but this time, it didn't feel so dangerous.

"I wouldn't… be so naughtily… amused by this… if I were you," I said under my breath. "I could… kill you… because of this."

"Seems like you lack sense of survival and danger just like my master did," he whispered damningly hypnotizing, nuzzling the point of his nose on mine, taking my breath away. "You can't kill me."

"You are… a vampire," I huffed.

"Partially," he grinned, fangs shining oh-so-sensually.

"Do you know how… Sera works when… switching races?"

Dorian giggled softly, sensually, "Trying to change subjects?"

"No, I… this is important," I leaned back on the bed, pressing my head on it, trying to add distance between us, closing my eyes. "I didn't get it before but… my dad used to tell me that… if one day I played a game and it made me… pick a class… I should pick Something Else, and,"

Before I could manage to finish what I was trying to tell him, his left hand gripped my chin and he shut me up with his lips, diving on me in a ravenously hungry kiss, his right hands going under my shirtshirt gripping my waist. It didn't even take me a second to kiss him back, but I tried to force myself to focus on what was important.

"Dorian," I called him against his lips, "wait, I,"

But he shut me up again, this time coming with his tongue, lacing mine to an addicting dance, as his hand that was on my waist went down my hips, than grabbed my left butt cheek tight, pressing himself on me. All that making it even harder for me to breath, to think.

"D-D-Dorian," I cried, "w-wait,"

Kissing me again, he brought both his hands up to mine, joining my arms above my head, then bringing them down my shirt again, taking it off me, pausing the kiss only for a second long enough for the shirt to pass by my head, and kissing me again, throwing the shirt away. With it out of the way, and with me not using a bra right now, it left my chest naked and my nipples hard in display for him, who didn't play around and brought his long gloved fingers to torture my tits, already swollen with desire for him.

I could even fight the moan that left my lips, "D-Dorian, wait,"

"Mmm?" He hummed, kissing me again, but this time his lips went down my jaw, then my neck, and when I felt his fangs caressing my skin, despise the desire of my body to be bitten by him, I freaked out.

Before I could even register what I did, I had already joined my legs up, under him, and kicked him so hard on the abdomen that he was thrown far away from the bed. "I said wait," I cried, but when I realized I had really managed to throw that monument of a male that far, I gasped. "I, shit, oh my God, I'm sorry."

He fell to his knees groaned, "Shit, damn, how are you this fucking strong?" He hugged his abdomen. "I think you broke two of my ribs."

I jumped out of the bed, freaking out, "I didn't think you would be thrown that far, I'm sorry," I tried to help him up. "I just wanted to prevent you from dying. You can't bite me, I want to, you clearly do too, but you can't, or you will die."

But the savage bastard grabbed me, throwing me on the carpet and caged me again, "And why is that?" He hummed, grabbing my left breast in his hand tightly, and taking my right one on his mouth, making me cry a loud moan of pleasure, a pleasure I never thought I would feel just by having my tits sucked… but fuck I doubt anyone will suck them like he's doing.

"I picked Something Else… when I activated Sera… and she sent me to Auradoom… through the dimension rift… like dad told me… and I… fuck…" my legs laced around his waist and my hands went to his painfully soft wavy black hair, "I… got a class… that wasn't supposed to… be even available for me… to pick…" I huffed.

That made him pause, rising just a bit above me, still holding me, "You aren't a fae like your father?"

I blinked, "No… My father was a… fae?"

His eyes darkened, "It means he did taint his soul. What are you?"

"Promise me… you won't freak out," I swallowed.

Dorian giggled anxiously, "Because that's super reassuring."

"Promise me," I said firmly.

"I promise I won't freak out," he gulped. "What are you?"

"According to Sera," I bit my bottom lip, "I'm a void dweller."

All emotions were drained from his face, "I'm sorry, what?"

I hope I'm not signing my death sentence, "I'm a void dweller."

"Come again? You are what?"

Okay, it's a valid reaction, "I'm a void dweller," I said again, and maybe he will stop asking about it, because the third time has a charm.

"What the hell?" He groaned, ashen pale.

See? Progress.