Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power - Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: It begins
Chapter 383 – It begins

The room, colored in grey, was wide and curtained by an inexplicable sense of forlornness. The furniture inside was neat and clean and beautiful.

And that, more specifically, applied to the young woman standing at its center.

Rea stood tall in front of the mirror, staring down at her reflection with quizzical eyes.

She was taller now, her legs long and slender. Her white hair had grown longer, now reaching the end of her ass, adorned with precious shiny golden rings that clanked at each of her gestures.

Her eyes were red like heavenly rubies, shining with light in a monstrous way.

There was something inside of them that made people coil upon themselves, as if what they were witnessing were not the eyes of a human.

They were the eyes of something grander. Something akin to a concept about to swallow you whole.

Rea had become more and more one with fear, and that, even though still now, she stood at Master rank.

Her rank didn’t increase, yet inside the Church one knew not to cross the path of the Hollow Judge.

She was fear incarnate.

Her ears, each of them, were pierced by four earrings. Her nose, on the left side, was equally pierced, bird-shaped, grey in luster.

On each of her slender fingers, she wore rings of different shapes and colors, glowing in a mesmerizing light.

Now standing there, with the grey robe of the Church of Sorrow framing her now mature, sinful body… Rea took in the sight of her transmutation.

‘You are so beautiful, my beautiful Rea!’ Einar, the Disciple of Sorrow, moaned inside her head.

She was still in the shape of a teardrop hanging on Rea’s left ear.

At her words, Rea allowed a faint smile to bloom on her mesmerizing face. “You think so too, Einar?”

‘Of course!’

Rea giggled.

By now, in the whole Church, all knew that touching Rea meant touching Einar, the Disciple of Loss.

It was something few dared to do.

Now, rumors were spreading about Rea being the next Disciple. With that, she would have the opportunity to compete for the Saintess’s position.

Not all were happy about this situation. And not all were timid about scraping away some concurrence. In consequence, Rea went through many attempts on her life during these two years.

She killed all of them.

But only after torturing them for days without end. Some of them were hanged in the middle of the City of Sorrow, bodies black from dried blood, proclaiming that these were people who went against the divine decree of the goddess.

Her actions were brutal and merciless, earning her the kind of reputation parents used to make their children sleep at night.

Something like:

‘If you sleep past midnight, the Hollow Judge will come for you. Your greatest fears will be your greatest hope. For something worse will replace them.’

Another was:

‘If you stay unruly, the Hollow will come. And you shall live in eternal fear.’

All of these worked wonders on the children, yet they only made Rea’s reputation worse. Or maybe better, depending on one’s view.

But the God-Touched couldn’t care less. Reputation was reputation. Whispers were whispers.

There was nothing but exaggerated truth, yet she wouldn’t complain.

Let them extrapolate. Let them fear her more. So that she could swallow them whole.

A vicious smile plastered her face for a moment, before she wiped it away quickly.

Slowly, Rea took off her church clothes. She stood naked, except for her red underwear.

Her body was sinuous. Curvy in the right places, with a round-shaped ass that bounced at each step, and perfectly sized breasts. Not big, not small. Just perfect.

Einar was drooling. She barely stopped her finger from meeting her wet place.

It was not the time, she thought, biting her lips in painful abstinence.

The God-Touched pivoted her body next, facing the big bed made of wood. There, a pair of clothes was laid down aesthetically.

She arched an eyebrow. “You chose these?”

‘They will suit you well, my beautiful Rea!’ Einar said, nodding her head continuously. ‘I took a whole week just to choose them!’

Rea’s lips twitched. ‘You are always going too far.’

‘Nothing is too far for you.’

‘Ah, yes, yes,’ Rea sighed, then unhurriedly walked toward her bed. Her feet made no sound.

‘How many days will it take us to reach the dungeon?’ she asked, her eyes hardening.

‘It depends on how fast we travel, my beautiful Rea.’

Finally, she had obtained the location of the Shattered Temple of the Whimpering Saintess dungeon.

Einar did it for her. And she told her it was from her grandfather, the Bright Priest.

Rea found it odd, but she didn’t dwell on it. For some reason, the Bright Priest never seemed eager to meet her.

No matter.

She had taken her time to confirm the validity of the information. Now she was certain.

Today, she would depart toward that dungeon. Already, Rea could feel the wicked delight of the goddess.

She laughed with her. Cold and mocking.

She caressed one of the rings on her finger.

It was where her Evolution Stone lay.

And this one…

Rea grinned.

…for this one, she had needed to slaughter so many people to obtain it.

‘Hopefully, you will be worth it,’ she whispered inwardly.

‘Still,’ Einar began, cutting through Rea’s swirling thoughts, ‘we can stop on our way. In a city.’

Rea arrived at the bed and began to inspect her dress.

‘What city? For what?’

‘We will need to rest. And maybe we could obtain more information about our dungeon or anything related to it there. It’s a city claimed by those stinky wolves.’

Rea nodded indifferently.

‘There is also the coronation of the new empress, my beautiful Rea. Would you wish to attend?’

‘Why should I?’

‘They say she is the same age as you. Only eighteen. Yet already about to become the leader of an Empire,’ Einar said, then hurriedly added, ‘But I know you are better than her. Better than anyone!’

Rea giggled. ‘How kind of you, then, Einar. But no. I have no interest in watching the coronation. Time is scarce.’

‘But tell me, what is her name?’

‘Sora,’ Einar answered. ‘Sora Asterion, the Golden Voice.’

‘Golden Voice, huh…’ Rea smiled strangely. ‘A good title.’

Then she shook her head, dispelling useless thoughts, and wore her dress. Instantly, the Disciple of Loss shouted like a fangirl,

‘MY BEAUTIFUL REA!!!!’

Rea ignored her.

…

Fokay — Green City

Kenan and Lisa were standing in the middle of a green, lush forest.

The sky was bright, the sun bathing the whole forest in a beautiful yellow light, making the forest look as if it were set aflame.

The sounds of birds chirping, of bunnies running through dry leaves, of squirrels squealing could be heard all around.

It was peaceful, and Lisa found herself smiling in awe.

She was holding Kenan’s left arm tightly, showing her tense feelings despite the mystical environment.

She felt out of place. As if she was not meant to be here. As if she had no right.

Unconsciously, she snuggled closer to Kenan, seeking his warmth.

Her brown hair was decorated with a golden flower shaped like falling golden disk coins.

Her favorite flower.

The Jearuwy flower.

For some reason, Lisa felt a very close connection to this flower now. It was not simply affection. No, she felt deeper than that.

She could swear that sometimes whispers would come out of the flower, ringing deep inside her mind. Yet she understood none of them. Always, frustration would tighten around her heart.

And other times, when she felt stressed, the flower would glow and bathe her body in warm light, relaxing her greatly.

One day, Kenan had tried to take the Jearuwy flower out of her hair.

He never succeeded.

The flower was, at that time, to Kenan, as heavy as a mountain of gold.

Doubtlessly, he could burn it down with his black fire, but he wouldn’t do such a thing, unless Lisa decided to kill him.

Still, it was intriguing. But for now, nothing else could be known about these seemingly useless flowers.

Suddenly, footsteps began to echo. The two lovers halted their thoughts, then lifted their heads in sync.

There, a woman was standing.

She was extremely tall, at least seven feet. Her head was framed by thick green locks that swayed with each of her dancing hips.

Her eyes were pink, glowing with mischief and yet something deeper, something cruel.

The woman wore a dress that showed her legs fully, letting the world see how thick they were. Her breasts seemed heavy, yet she carried them with effortless grace.

Unconsciously, Kenan gulped. Lisa immediately elbowed him, shooting him a hard glare, disgust painting her cute face.

The Heir of Noir smiled apologetically. He shook his head, focusing, and looked back at the woman.

She was smiling mischievously.

“Are you Vert Emerald’s descendant?” Kenan asked.

“Descendant?” The woman smiled. “Huhuhuh, let’s say that. Now, now, now, call me Vert.”

Then she looked at Kenan more deeply, eyes twinkling. “I see Estelle is still so gentle, not choosing the easiest way. She gave you Noir too. I see. Oh yes, I see.”

Kenan tilted his head in confusion.

Vert Prometheus looked next at Lisa. The shy girl trembled and staggered backward, feeling the heavy and ancient gaze of Vert.

Instinctively, Lisa wanted to bury herself and hide from the tall woman in front of her.

But Vert had already averted her attention elsewhere, already turning, already walking away.

“Let’s go then,” Vert giggled. “We have a very, very long way.”

Kenan and Lisa looked at each other.

“You really think I can go?” Lisa whispered, afraid and insecure. “Won’t I burden you?”

Kenan caressed her hair gently, smiling faintly.

“Ashes, you won’t. And I will protect you. Don’t worry.”

“That’s why I’m worrying, you idiot!” She punched his stomach. “I am a burden!”

“A burden I chose to carry,” Kenan shrugged, jokingly holding his belly as if in pain.

Next, he held her hand before following Vert’s steps. “Ashes, come, Lisa. The only way for you to die is for me to die first.”

Lisa bit her lips.

“Don’t you dare die!”

Kenan chuckled.

“Blood and Ashes, Lisa.”

He laughed louder.

“Blood and Ashes. Blood and Ashes. Blood and Ashes.”

Lisa rolled her eyes, now mysteriously relaxing.

…

“Blood and Ashes!” Blanche exclaimed, flapping her wings as she circled all around Kaden erratically.

Kaden’s lips twitched. “Blanche, please stop.”

“You are so beautiful, sweetie!” the white phoenix squealed. She landed on his left shoulder, flapping her flaming wings, quacking nonstop, then kissed Kaden’s cheek.

Blanche was mesmerized by Kaden in his new attire.

“Why is this thing so bloody loud?” Reditha complained, then hugged Kaden lovingly from behind.

“But for today, I have to agree with her,” she leaned toward his ear, “you are dangerously beautiful, Kaden.”

Prometheus only smiled shyly, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Today, the 24th of Dece, Kaden was seventeen years old.

And that day…

“WOUAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The Sul Lotus Blood Festival began.

—End of Chapter 383—