Chaos isn't born, It burst it's way out.

The Vampire Dungeon… Five Days After Allen's Dismissal

The air was thick with the smell of ash, hot as though it neighbored hell itself. Silence lay heavy—so heavy that even the wind refused to whisper.

"My princess," Thalvron called as he stepped into a small, roofless building made of molten stone. At its center sat a black-mattressed bed where Lilitu sat.

He dropped to one knee, blood-red eyes fixed to the ground. Inside his veins flowed cursed molten lava.

"What is it, Thalvron?" Lilitu replied, her voice low—confidence absent, burden obvious. Her head rested in her hands, lost in heavy thoughts.

"It's the second meal of the day, yet the scouts found nothing… The monsters are completely gone."

"My word remains, Thalvron… we're not invading the elves."

"But my—"

"ENOUGH."

"Yes, my princess," Thalvron gasped and turned away at her single command.

Moments later, Lilitu rose—finality burning in her eyes. 'If I do that I'll loose Allen's trust' she taught

"Guess it's time I paid my mother a visit."

She stepped outside, her feet gliding over the hot soil with ease. Her eyes swept the terrain filled with box-like structures and scattered vampires. But none of it mattered. Her gaze was fixed on a single building: taller, more rigid than the rest. No doors. Just a sealed window and an open roof.

Four sturdy vampires stood guard—one at each corner. Unmoving. Tireless.

"Good day, my princess," greeted two female guards standing at the side she approached.

"Open the window," Lilitu ordered, her voice calm but commanding. Her presence alone exuded authority—her figure upright, her curves carried like royalty.

"Yes, my princess," one guard responded and moved to unlatch the narrow window—not even wide enough for a head to fit through. At first, it revealed nothing. Only the reflection of a far wall.

Lilitu inhaled sharply and stepped forward, holding her breath.

She peered inside… and her entire body recoiled.

Not just her eyes—but her whole being pulled back. Even in the scorching heat, a cold shiver ran up her spine. Her hands trembled.

There, lying on the floor, was her mother—black-haired, with large bat-like wings and blood-red eyes. Her frail body trembled, breath ragged, skin drenched in sweat. Her stomach protruded unnaturally high, as if it held a fully grown man inside. Thick veins stretched across it, glowing red, pulsing with every labored breath.

Lilitu struggled to steady her breath. After several shallow inhales, she stepped forward again and peeked through the window—but this time, her eyes met her mother's.

It was like being hit with a bolt of lightning.

Lilith rose from the ground—fast, despite her weakened form. She rushed to the window like a beast, saliva dripping from her mouth. One hand shot through the narrow opening, desperately reaching for Lilitu, who stumbled back in shock.

"Come here… come here," Lilith hissed, her voice strained. "Be a good daughter and feed your mother… ARRGHHH!" she growled, her pain overwhelming.

"That… that's not my mother…" Lilitu whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. "What did this satanic hybrid of a brother do to her?!"

"Come… on," Lilith grinned maniacally, blood dribbling from her lips. "You said you'd always serve me, remember?!"

Lilitu's mind flashed back—years ago when she pledged loyalty to her mother. But that promise wasn't worth her life. Her legs shook. She took slow, unstable steps back, staring at her mother's bloodied figure… but yet completely blinded to what had caused the bleeding.

"My queen…!" the two female guards gasped, drawing the attention of the two male guards on the far side of the structure.

Lilitu's hand slipped away from the window—not intentionally, but as if gravity pulled it away with the weight of her final breath.

Then came the sound.

Tearing flesh. Cracking bones.

It was so merciless, it froze even the guards.

BOOM.

The fortified wall shattered. Dust clouded the arena. And in that brief, obscured moment—one by one—the four guards fell. Devoured before they could even react. Flesh ripped. Blood splattered. No remains left behind. The predator moved too fast even to be seen.

Lilitu's eyes widened in terror. She stumbled to the ground, crawling backward. Her eyes barely caught the blur, just the red gleam of demonic eyes.

And then it charged.

Bloodlust dripped from its aura, crushing everything with its terrifying presence.

SQUELCH

Flesh tore.

Not Lilitu's.

Thalvron.

He dashed in at full speed, pulling her away—but at the cost of an entire leg.

Luckily, the blur didn't follow them. It darted toward the village—on all fours.

Screams erupted. Blood painted the dirt red. Chaos exploded.

"My princess…" Thalvron gasped, his leg already regenerating. But Lilitu had no voice. No breath. Her so-called brother had done more than break her heart…

He shattered her kingdom.

"We have to leave… now!" Thalvron roared. "Princess!!"

Still no response.

Without hesitation, he opened a dark mist portal with his aura and pulled them out of their own home—what was left of it.

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Within the Walls of the Elf Clan.

Allen's eyes fluttered open.

He stared up at the silent ceiling of an unfamiliar room. A lantern hung loosely above.

"So I'm alive…" he whispered, body sinking into the soft mattress, eyes scanning his environment.

It was a wooden room. Bottles of medicine cluttered the corners, and the air was rich with the scent of medicinal herbs.

Then, a familiar voice echoed in his head. A green beam of light drew his gaze upward.

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[System Rebooting…]

[System Online… Reinitializing Host Data]

[Welcome Back, Allen]

[Stats]

—Name: Allen

—Race: High Human

—Physique: 1141 (141+1000)

—Combat: 120.5

—Mental: 75.5

—Charm: 161

—System Abilities: Lust Copy (SS-Ranked), Black Tongue (S-Ranked)

—Gene Abilities: Blind Predator+ (SS-Ranked), Lightning Bolt (SS-Ranked)

—Sexual Encounters: 4

—Linked Partners: Natasha, Elara, Kia, Lilitu

[System Notification: Linked Partner Lilitu – Emotional State: Low]

[System Status: Stable]

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"Guess this system didn't want me left vulnerable this time…" Allen muttered, his ears picking up soft movement outside the door.

His eyes narrowed. The system panel blinked out of sight. Caution crept into his mind.

Then—

The door opened.

In walked Amaterasu, the only female elder—the Luminary of Flame Wisdom.

"You scared me, you know," Allen sighed, sinking back into the bed.

"Ohhh, you're awake… strong man," Amaterasu purred as she shut the door. Her crimson hair swayed behind her. "I was just coming to give you your treatment for the night."

"I don't need treatment… I regenerate," Allen replied with a smirk. Still lying down, his thoughts raced sinfully of being in one room with a female elder. Not just with lust—but with the potential power he could copy from the elders ass.

"Besides, aren't you an elder? You're not supposed to be treating patients."

"Yes, of course," she said as she climbed onto the bed, her knees gliding across the sheets. "But I only give treatments to strong men…"

"But… but I'm awake now. I'm fine," Allen stammered as he backed up slightly. His length betrayed him—growing stiff and needy under her touch.

"Don't worry, Allen… this is my private hut. I just have a few more tests to run then I'll let you go."

Her hands found his feet. Massaging slowly and climbing higher simultaneously.

"What… kind of test?" Allen asked, shivering, eyes darting between her full breasts and seductive face.

"The kind only strong men deserve," she whispered. "The kind that requires a deep… thorough inspection."

Her fingers crawled higher up his thighs. Her lips parted. She bit her lower lip with a hunger only a flame-born woman could hide for so long.