The Devil Within Her Veins

Unfortunately, the corrupted human had survived the fight. His body almost like a twisted wolf.

Kale didn't hesitate. He raised the bow and shot. One arrow, clean through the heart.

Then silence.

Kale dragged three mangled bodies into lioras space using her body. Liora thought if I became corrupted one day someone will also kill me. This forest don't give any chance. Here people's life's are same as beast life.

Returning to the camp, he bring the little baby from the space.

"Little Amo," he said softly, "I need a little of your blood."

Liora's voice, sharp and trembling with rage, erupted from within. "You devil. If you take blood from him, we're done. I'll never forgive you."

Kale didn't flinch. "It's just a hundred milliliters. Barely anything. Nothing will happen—"

"I said no!" she snapped. "You are not allowed!"

"We need to leave this forest," he replied calmly. "To do that, I need another clone."

"No means no, Kale."

He looked at the baby again. "Amo, can you give me your blood?"

"He's a newborn!Less than even a month. " Liora screamed. "How could he decide?! He doesn't understand!"

"I'll give you meat," Kale whispered to Amo, setting up a small fire. He cooked strips of forest cat meat.

The baby, hungry and innocent, gave his blood—quiet at first, but then began to cry.

Still, he didn't stop.

Kale used the blood and some of his blood to make a clone. Then, with a grim expression, he split his own soul, forming a new core in the clone.

Kale use lioras blood and soul to make fifty killing arrows, each carrying a fragment of Liora's soul and kales killing intent.

Before returning control to Liora, he murmured, "Amo will see a Magnar and play with a magnar thanks to this. Don't be sad.If I make enough clone,I can leave your body.Now our body is Marge.If your soul die I will die with you.And you want me to leave your body that's why I need to make clone .It's the only way."

Liora took back control of her body, barely standing, trembling with grief and fury.

"You devil," she whispered, clutching Amo close. "You monster. Worse than a beast."

Her body was weak, damaged from Kale's repeated usage. But her arms still held her child, who now whimpered faintly, drained.

The forest cat looked too much like a housecat. She hated it. But she tore tiny pieces and fed them to Amo with shaking fingers.

He didn't cry.

That silence shattered her heart more than his screams.

Suddenly, Kale warned, "A wild boar is coming."

Liora tried to lift the bow. It was too heavy.

Without asking, Kale seized control. Thwip—one shot, one kill.

"Feed the core to Amo," he instructed.

"You beast," she whispered again. She tried to walk toward the corpse, but collapsed.

Kale took over and carefully fed the core to the baby.

Then, using a complex formation, he drew a glowing sigil across the clearing—an autonomous barrier fueled by ambient mana to protect against beasts and insects.

That night, Liora and Amo curled into each other and slept.

---

Morning.

Liora opened her eyes.

Amo was cradling something.

Another baby.

Pale-skinned, doll-like, silent.

Her heart froze.

She almost reached to snap its neck—but Amo giggled, poking the strange baby's nose.

She hesitated.

She hated it… but let it live. Amo smiled.

Her body ached, but she forced herself up, cooking another slice of boar meat. Little Amo fed a sliver to the new baby.

Kale's voice spoke in her mind. "See amo is happy seeing another baby.When he grow like 10 fit tall he will have a another baby like him 10 fit tall. Don't worry. I won't get corrupted. I'm keeping the balance."

"I still hate you," Liora said.

She took a day to rest—eating lightly, drinking, conserving energy.

---

Three days later.

The new clone had grown—half the size of Amo. The wolf-like clone finished digesting the werewolf's inner organs.

Liora felt disgust rise. It was too much. Too cold. Too inhuman.

The doll-baby started chewing on a dead monkey.

Amo tried to imitate.

"No," Liora said sharply. "Eat in the space. Not here."

She stored all monkey remains and both clones inside the spatial ring. Then carried Amo on her back.

"Inefficient," Kale muttered. "He is suppressing his weight with magic.If he walk it will take less energy."

"Shut up, devil. I hate you," she hissed.

She hunted two awakened rats along the way and fed the cores to Amo. Hunted a awakened rabbit.She ete that with little amo.

"We'll sell the meat when we reach town," kale say. "Buy healing potions .Your body is damaged very badly. You are walking because I am still in your body. And you don't feel pain because I am stopping pain signals. "

Liora don't reply. Liora thinking about her situation. Now she is working with a devil. That devil just take blood from a baby.

Kale say don't think so much,"Leave my clones here.Your small space has too much blood. If Amo sees those corpses in daylight, it might traumatize him. Night covered the blood before."

Liora paused.

"If anything happens to my child," she said, eyes dead and cold, "I'll kill myself. And you'll die with me."

"I promise," Kale said. "Before my clone dies, not even a mosquito will bite him."

She walked into the outer town, tired, sore, but fierce.

She sold the beast meat. With the coins, she bought 76 vials of healing potions. Drank until she had only 20 left. Gave those to Amo.

Kale suggested, "My first clone can stay with him. Like a wolf cub. He'll protect him."

She didn't answer.

She brought Amo to the orphanage.

To the caretaker, she said, "Remove his missing poster. Someone take the money and give the baby back."

Then she lay down in her room.

Exhausted.

Empty.

Terrified.

What if Kale hurts him again?

She didn't sleep peacefully.

In her dreams, Liora wandered through fog. Soft lullabies echoed from nowhere. But then the dream darkened—twisted. She saw Kale, his expression blank as porcelain, little amo in his arms. Without emotion, he pressed a slender blade into the child's chest, drawing a line of blood. It wasn't violent. It was clinical. Measured. The blood shimmered like starlight as Kale collected it, whispering words in a tongue Liora didn't know.

She jolted awake with a cry, her body drenched in cold sweat. Her ribs ached as she sat up—her old wound had flared again.

Downstairs, she heard soft laughter. Curious and still shaken, she limped to the staircase and peered over the edge.

Amo was playing near the fireplace, throwing a soft ball across the floor. A small wolf, barely larger than a pup, bounded after it, catching it in its mouth before returning it to Amo with a wag of its tail.

Liora's heart skipped. She blinked to be sure. That wasn't a wild wolf—it was one of Kale's clones. Somehow… childlike. Harmless.

Trying to shake off the last traces of the nightmare, Liora shuffled into the kitchen. Her limbs felt heavy and sore. Every muscle burned. Her joints creaked. Even breathing felt like dragging her lungs through thorns.

Still, she set to work kneading dough. The scent of warm milk and sweet flour filled the air as she shaped soft round breads, each the size of her palm. After baking, she layered them with a touch of honey and set them out on a tray.

Amo's eyes lit up when she offered him one. But without hesitation, he broke it in half and gave the larger piece to the wolf.

Liora's gaze softened. That wolf… that clone… was Kale, wasn't it?

And yet, it acted like a cub. Innocent. Playful eating happily.

After breakfast, she wrapped herself in her warmest cloak and stepped outside. The town was already bustling. Market stalls shouted of sugarplums and incense, dried meats and pear wine. But Liora kept to herself.

She moved stiffly, clutching her coin pouch, her steps cautious and measured.

As she rounded a corner near the fruit bazaar, someone bumped into her.

Hard.

Pain flared through her injured ribs. She fell, a cry ripping from her throat as her knees hit the stone.

"Are you blind?!" she snapped, gasping. "Don't you see I'm walking?!"

She looked up—and froze.

The man standing before her had sharp silver eyes and a scar across his chin. His robes shimmered faintly, a clear sign of a Level 2 cultivator. Energy pulsed off him like a heartbeat.

Liora's breath caught. This wasn't someone she could provoke.

Still, she narrowed her eyes and raised her chin with practiced pride.

"I'm a princess," she said, voice trembling but defiant. "How dare you push me down like a peasant. You should be executed."

Then she turned sharply and walked away—limping with every step, hoping he wouldn't follow.

Inside, she was screaming. Her body could barely keep her standing. She had 46 deadly arrows in her small space, but she doubted she could even draw her bow right now. She was pale. Her mana was unstable. She could barely feel her right hand.

But she couldn't afford to look weak.

---

The fruit market was unforgiving.

Prices are rocket high. But Liora had enough coin. Gold wasn't an issue. Her body was.

She bought strawberries, deep red and ripe. Blueberries that sparkled with frost. Coconuts with rich milk. Oranges, heavy and fragrant. She handed over 100 gold coins without flinching.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened. "You hosting some kind of banquet?"

"Yes," Liora said smoothly. "I invite some novel".Liora lie without blinking an eye.

The man bowed so deeply she thought he might dislocate something.

"Thank you from buying from our shop. "

She returned home, her arms full of fruit. The moment she entered, the scent seemed to awaken something. Amo rushed forward, wide-eyed.

She sliced the fruit with practiced ease, arranging it beautifully across a jade platter. Amo clapped and tried to feed the wolf cub.

But it turned its head .

"Eat some too," she said gently to the wolf.

The creature blinked at her, but didn't move. It sniffed the bread, then turned away.

"He won't eat it," Kale's voice came from the corner. He stepped out of the shadows, expression calm. "He's still me. I don't need to eat right now."

Liora frowned. "But we're all injured. Even clones should recover."

Kale shook his head. "You and Amo need the nutrients more. I can feast later when we're outside. I'll find a monster, or a spirit tree. I'll devour something powerful. But you two… need gentle things."

She stared at the little wolf. Despite everything—the nightmares, the blood,he was always thinking about them. Protecting them in his strange way.

Liora say, "You can taste it from my mouth."

Kale blinked. "Are you offering… a kiss?"

Liora's eyes widened. "No! I meant… if you don't want to eat, maybe you'll sense it better from me."

His expression turned oddly serious. "You know, when someone eats from another's mouth, the body reacts. Emotions. Hormones. Connection. Even a shared piece of orange can spark… something."

Liora felt her face burn. "You always use my body like it's your own.That why I said this without realizing."

He didn't argue.Liora tried not to think too hard. Liora sighed and picked up an orange slice and eat it.

Liora's heart pounded.

Kale chewed slowly. "Sweet," he said.

She didn't respond. She couldn't.

Before she could say anything kale say, "I never say I can't taste from your mouth. " Liora doesn't feel anything strange but her mouth eating on its own. Liora say, " Don't take control of my body. If you want to eat eat with baby's mouth "

---

Later that night, Liora lay in bed, her body aching.

Every muscle had micro-tears. Her meridians were overstrained. Even her blood had begun to darken—tainted by something unnatural. A side effect of Kale's earlier devouring of a spirit core to protect them. She had absorbed some of it through contact, and it was slowly spreading through her veins like cold ink.

Beside her, Kale rested on the floor, half-asleep.

"Kale," she whispered. "What did you do with the two beast cores?"

He didn't open his eyes. "My baby clone devoured it."

She blinked. "That's all?"

"Yeah ,that's all. By the way when you said I could taste fruit from your mouth, I thought it was our first kiss," he said lightly. "But it turned out to be just… orange."

Liora flushed. "I didn't understand."

"I thought I will feel something different,but it tarn our like normal.Can you give me a kiss. "

She turned her face away, she said, " No. " But a moment later she thinks what if kale kiss her when she fall asleep.

Kale chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I'm old enough. I won't touch you when you don't want.I can wait for our marriage."

Liora blinked. "Can I really trust you?"

Kale say if I am horny I can go to a prostitute. Bring the clone number 2 here. Let him keep watch. You need real sleep."

"Isn't it just a baby?" she asked.

"He has a part of my spirit. He's enough."

Liora didn't argue. She sank into the bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders. For the first time in days, she felt… safe. Safe enough to fall into a deep, healing slumber.

---

But just past midnight, a cold wind crept under the door.

The clone wolf raised its head, ears twitching.Clone baby open its eye.

Amo stirred in his sleep, frowning.

Then a shadow passed over the windowsill.

A man slipped into the house.