part 83 S2: Reached Level

Tittle : Bloodlines of Betrayal S2 - Celestia's Ascension

Written By : Reviline James Wang

Genre : Paranormal Romance | Alpha Werewolf | Billionaire | Vampire | Family Drama | Rumors | Mafia

thrilling saga of Bloodlines of Betrayal: Celestia's Ascension:

The chaos had reached a level Celestia had never imagined. Between running her kingdom, dealing with mafia politics, and figuring out her complicated love life, it felt like she was living in a whirlwind of absurdity. But as always, when Celestia found herself in the thick of things, she embraced the madness with all the sarcastic humor she could muster.

Draven was pacing the floor, rubbing his temples. "Celestia, I swear to the gods, if we survive this, I'm locking you in the most secure room I can find and throwing away the key."

"Oh, please, as if I could be contained," Celestia replied with a grin. "Besides, you're way too good-looking to not have me around."

Draven shot her a look, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement. "You're impossible."

As if on cue, Lyra waltzed into the room with an armful of snacks. "What's going on in here? You two look like you've been arguing for hours." She tossed a bag of chips onto the table and flopped down into the chair.

Celestia leaned back, smiling knowingly. "Oh, nothing, just the usual. Draven threatening to lock me up, and me, being the queen of sass, responding with a one-liner."

Lyra grinned. "Sounds about right. So, what's the plan? We've got mafia problems, a prophecy to figure out, and now an immortal vampire king trying to throw his weight around. Any guesses how we're going to get out of this one?"

Celestia tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, first, we need to survive the mafia's ridiculous demand. Then, we deal with Lucian Devereaux and his grand claims of being the rightful ruler of my throne."

Draven raised an eyebrow. "You really think he's just going to give up because you told him to?"

Celestia rolled her eyes. "Of course not. But he's going to have to play my game, and that means getting a little creative with the rules." She glanced at Lyra, who was munching on the chips like this was all a casual Tuesday.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" Lyra asked between bites.

"You bet I am," Celestia replied with a mischievous grin. "We're going to get the mafia to help us take down Lucian. And to do that, we need to play their game, but with our own twist."

Draven gave her a skeptical look. "You're going to get the mafia on our side? After everything that's happened?"

Celestia leaned forward. "Oh, don't worry, love. I've got something in mind. But first, I need a little help. Lyra, you're going to need to sneak into the mafia's base and steal their most prized possession."

Lyra stopped chewing, her eyes wide. "Wait, what now?"

"Just trust me," Celestia said with a smirk. "And if anyone can do it, it's you."

The room fell into a heavy silence, with Celestia's words hanging in the air. Lyra blinked a few times, clearly processing the absurdity of the request. "You want me to sneak into the mafia's base and steal something? Just like that?"

Celestia leaned back, looking as casual as ever, though the sharp glint in her eyes said otherwise. "Of course. You're a master at getting in and out of places without leaving a trace. I'm not worried about you." She smirked. "And besides, if you fail, I'll just blame Draven."

Lyra turned her head slowly to look at Draven, who only raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just here to look good and offer moral support. Celestia's the one who comes up with the insane plans."

"I heard that!" Celestia shot back, her tone light but with an edge that hinted at the seriousness of the situation. She folded her arms and gave Lyra a pointed look. "Look, I need this done quickly. Lucian is causing too many problems, and we need leverage. If we can take something from the mafia-something they value-they'll be forced to either negotiate or give us what we want. This could work in our favor."

Lyra sighed dramatically but couldn't suppress the grin that tugged at the corner of her lips. "You're completely insane. I love it." She stood up, grabbing a jacket off the back of her chair. "Okay, let's do this. But if I get caught, I'm blaming you, Celestia."

"Oh, don't worry. You won't get caught." Celestia winked. "Just make sure you don't make a mess of it, alright?"

"Mess? I'm practically a ghost. No one will even know I was there." Lyra shot a playful look at Draven, then added, "Unless you decide to get dramatic and burst in with swords and all that heroic nonsense."

Draven rolled his eyes but smirked. "Fine. But I'm not saving you if you get caught. I have a reputation to maintain, you know."

Celestia stood up and motioned toward the door. "Alright, enough with the banter. Lyra, you've got this. And remember, the mafia's prized possession is locked away in a vault

underground. But I'm sure you'll find a way around that."

Lyra saluted sarcastically. "A vault? Underground? No problem. This will be a walk in the park." With that, she turned and marched out of the room, heading straight for the mafia base.

Meanwhile, back at the mafia's base...

Lyra crouched behind a pile of crates just outside the entrance to the mafia's heavily guarded hideout. She surveyed the area with practiced eyes, noting the security cameras, the guards stationed at every corner, and the perimeter alarms that would go off if she made even the slightest wrong move.

She rolled her eyes. "This is going to be more fun than a barrel of explosive monkeys."

With a smirk, Lyra crept forward, staying in the shadows and moving with the agility of a seasoned thief. Her entire body was a calculated blend of precision and stealth, honed from years of sneaking around places she didn't belong.

She managed to slip past the first set of guards, her footsteps barely making a sound. She then slid into a side alley, using the shadows to her advantage as she crept closer to the entrance.

It was only a matter of time before she'd be inside, and once she was in, there would be no stopping her. She had a way of getting what she needed without anyone even realizing she was there. No one could catch Lyra when she didn't want to be caught.

As she neared the vault's location, she paused, taking a deep breath. This is it. The vault. She had been briefed on its security features-laser grids, motion sensors, and a biometric lock that only a handful of people could access.

Lyra grinned. "Piece of cake."

She was, of course, lying to herself. But the rush of adrenaline made it all worth it. She darted into a nearby maintenance room, where she knew she could hack into the security system and disable the alarms for a few minutes.

Back at the hideout...

Draven and Celestia were back in the planning room, waiting for Lyra to return with whatever they could use against the mafia. The tension in the air was thick, but Celestia seemed oddly relaxed, tapping a rhythm on the table with her fingers.

"Why do I feel like Lyra is going to make this harder than it needs to be?" Draven mused, leaning against the wall.

Celestia flashed him a sly grin. "Because you're not funny enough to enjoy the chaos? It's simple. Lyra's got this."

"I'm serious." Draven frowned. "I'm worried."

Celestia's playful mood shifted slightly, her eyes narrowing as she considered Draven's words. "You're right to be concerned, but this is the only way forward. If we don't secure the mafia's assets, they'll keep pressing. And Lucian's already sniffing around for weaknesses."

Draven sighed, looking at Celestia with a level of seriousness she hadn't seen in a while. "I know, but I don't like putting Lyra at risk. This whole plan seems... reckless."

Celestia walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You know Lyra. She thrives on this stuff. Besides, if anyone can pull this off, it's her."

Just as she said this, the door flew open, and Lyra strutted into the room, a cocky grin on her face and a small box in her hands.

"Done and done," Lyra declared, dropping the box onto the table with a loud thud.

Celestia's eyes sparkled with approval. "Well, look at that. You really did it, didn't you?"

Lyra crossed her arms, leaning back with a smug grin. "Told you it'd be easy. Just had to hack a few systems, avoid some laser grids, and sneak past a dozen or so guards. No biggie."

Draven raised an eyebrow. "How did you get past the biometric lock?"

"Let's just say I made a... temporary friend with one of the guards," Lyra said nonchalantly. "He won't remember a thing."

Celestia couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head. "You're a walking disaster and I love it."

Lyra just shrugged. "All in a day's work. Now, let's see what's in the box."

They all gathered around as Lyra opened the box, revealing a small, intricate artifact an ancient-looking ring, encrusted with jewels, and glinting with a dark, almost sinister energy.

Celestia's smile faded slightly as she gazed at the object. "This... this is what they value most?"

Lyra nodded. "Yep. It's rumored to have been passed down through the mafia's leaders for generations. It's got enough power to be worth a small kingdom."

Draven frowned. "And you got this with ease?"

"Of course," Lyra replied, tapping the ring. "It wasn't even locked up properly. Honestly, the mafia has terrible security. They really should hire someone with a clue."

Celestia looked at the ring thoughtfully. "This is perfect. Now, we have leverage."

Draven crossed his arms. "Let's just hope Lucian doesn't get any funny ideas about this."

Lyra laughed. "Don't worry. No one messes with us."

The morning after their successful heist, Celestia sat at her desk, a cup of coffee in hand, while the ring,now safely placed in an ornate box-lay in front of her. She examined it closely, the intricate jewels glittering like stars in the dimly lit room.

"Impressive," Celestia murmured, tapping the edge of the box with her fingers. "You really outdid yourself, Lyra."

Lyra, lounging on the couch with a grin that practically screamed mischief, shrugged. "What can I say? When I'm in the zone, I'm unstoppable."

Draven stood by the window, his arms crossed, clearly still on edge despite their success. "Lucian's not going to take kindly to this. We've just stolen the most valuable thing he owns. I'm expecting some retaliation sooner rather than later."

Celestia leaned back in her chair, eyes never leaving the ring. "Let him come. If Lucian wants a fight, we'll give him one. He's only got a handful of tricks up his sleeve, and this ring"

she tapped the box."gives us all the leverage we need. It's not just a ring, you know. It's a symbol of power. And right now, we hold that power."

Lyra's expression was one of smug satisfaction. "Plus, it's got a lot of sentimental value. The mafia's leaders would probably kill to get it back."

Draven scoffed, walking toward the table to get a better look at the box. "We might as well have walked into a lion's den and handed them a steak on a silver platter. Do you think Lucian will just let it slide?"

Celestia didn't flinch. "If he does, it's because he knows better than to pick a fight he can't win. This isn't just about the mafia. This is about a power shift. Lucian's been playing with fire, and now he's got the burn scars to prove it."

She stood up, setting her coffee down with a gentle clink of the cup. "We're making the next move, and it's time to put some pressure on him. Draven, you'll reach out to his people. Let them know we're holding all the cards. If Lucian wants this ring back, he'll have to come crawling."

Lyra raised an eyebrow, leaning forward on the couch. "And what if he doesn't come crawling?"

Celestia smiled, a dangerous edge in her voice. "Then we make him. We use this ring as bait. A symbol of our power. Once he's desperate enough, he'll negotiate. If he doesn't, we'll make sure his empire falls to pieces. One step at a time."

Meanwhile, at Lucian's stronghold...

Lucian Devereaux paced furiously in his grand office. The news of the ring being stolen had hit him like a bombshell. He had expected some interference from Celestia's crew, but this? This was a blatant declaration of war. The ring had been in his family for generations, a symbol of his dominance. Losing it was no small thing.

"Damn them!" Lucian cursed, slamming his fist down onto the desk. "They think they can just waltz in and take what's mine?"

A tall figure stepped forward from the shadows, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "It seems that's exactly what they think."

Lucian turned his head, his piercing gaze locking onto the figure. "Dante," he said coldly. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

Dante 'The Shadow' Moretti, a notorious mafia boss in his own right, was known for his ruthless tactics and his ability to stay in the background, working his schemes from the shadows. He was one of Lucian's most trusted, yet equally dangerous, allies.

"I don't like this, Lucian," Dante said, his voice smooth but filled with venom. "Celestia Moonviel has made it clear she's not afraid of you. She's trying to shift the balance of power. Stealing your ring? That's just the beginning."

Lucian narrowed his eyes. "I know. But what's worse is how damn cocky she is. She's not just after my ring; she's trying to dismantle everything I've built. This is a challenge she's daring me to take. And trust me, Dante, I will."

Dante crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. "So, what's the plan, boss?"

Lucian smirked. "I'll take the fight to her. I've got enough power to crush her in a heartbeat. We'll raid her headquarters, and when we do, we'll make sure that ring doesn't come back. I'll leave her nothing but ashes and regret."

Dante's smirk faded, his eyes darkening. "Be careful. Underestimating her could be your downfall. She's not as simple as you think."

Lucian shot Dante a sharp look. "Don't tell me how to run my business, Dante. I've been doing this a lot longer than you."

Dante raised an eyebrow but said nothing further. He knew better than to argue with Lucian when his pride was on the line. The two had always shared a tense relationship-one built on mutual respect but also on unspoken rivalry. And at that moment, Lucian's pride was driving him forward, clouding his judgment.

Lucian waved a dismissive hand. "We'll strike at nightfall. Prepare the men. I'm not leaving this to chance."

Back with Celestia...

As Celestia sat back down at her desk, she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her veins. Everything was falling into place. Lucian was rattled, and that was exactly what she needed.

She glanced at Lyra, who was now lounging on the table, her feet up and a mischievous grin on her face. "What's next?" Lyra asked. "Should I start planning our victory party?"

Celestia chuckled. "Not yet. First, we need to make sure Lucian knows we're not backing down. We need him to believe we have more than just the ring. We need him to fear us."

Draven, who had been quietly observing the situation, finally spoke up. "So, what's the play? We wait for Lucian to make his move?"

Celestia shook her head. "No. We'll move first. I want him to know we're not afraid. I'm sending a message, and I'm doing it with style."

She stood up, walking over to the window and staring out at the skyline. "We've got the upper hand now. Let's make sure he understands that." She turned back to face them. "We're going to take the fight to him. It's time to show Lucian what happens when you cross the wrong people."

Lyra's grin grew wider. "I like the sound of that."

As Celestia prepared to make her next move, the tension between the two factions grew even thicker. The stage was set for a confrontation neither side would back down from. Celestia was determined to claim victory, but Lucian's pride and ruthlessness would make sure it wasn't an easy battle.