Chapter 4 （Samantha）Holy Task
Chapter 4 (Samantha)
Holy Task
M usical notes floated around me as the servant played the piano. Delicate and haunting, I let myself be carried away by the melody, feeling a peace that I could only feel when I was in communion with Alastor. It was by far my favorite place in the castle. In this atmosphere, I could take a moment’s respite, and time seemed to stand still as I refocused on myself and my goals.
Lost in a trance with the music, I thought about Alastor’s Great Prophecy. Alastor’s essence was split into six beings: a human, a werewolf, an elf, a vampire, a dwarf, and a dragon. Now that I was a queen, I had the power to claim them all and become the vessel of his reincarnation, fulfilling the prophecy .
When I prayed to Alastor this morning, he came to me again. He was pleased with my work and gave me clues on how to find the parts of his essence.
Alastor had warned me that I’d have a difficult job ahead of me. Some essences, like the dwarven one, were easy to get, but far more complex tasks lay ahead. The draconic essence was almost impossible to find, as the beasts were extinct. Those stupid Shadow Weavers! I was still pissed that they had killed Scorchfire. They were supposed to approach the beast, study it, and find out how to exploit it, not cause its death.
I’d start by getting the dwarven essence. My god had revealed that this fragment lay in the dwarf prince. I was already thinking about all the implications and how to get it when Alastor stopped me. It seemed that a war was brewing between the elves and the dwarves. Since Erendriel was one of my allies, all I had to do was ask him to bring it to me. It would make my task much easier and strengthen the ties between our two peoples—at least until I merged with Alastor and reclaimed my due. When that great moment happens, Hecate’s followers would pay for having killed my mother and persecuted Mi?onblooders. Like the words taught by Alastor, I would make them pay dearly for their sin. And then, I would ensure that all the races knew about the glory of vampires. I would kill all hybrids and restore our purity, crushing all that oppose.
The second fragment I wanted to focus on was the draconic essence. It was the hardest to get, so it was only logical to start looking for it early, as it could take a while. And for this, I needed to undo the mistake of the Shadow Weavers and resurrect Scorchfire. But I required their help. They had an excellent knowledge of dark magic and knew of potent artifacts.
Fortunately, it had been easy to convince the Shadow Weavers to join us in exchange for a promise to help them achieve immortality once Alastor was restored—the fools. They were even willing to teach some of my most powerful priests how to increase their lifespan through sacrifice. I had to admit that it was interesting, and I loved learning about it, not that I needed it.
But now, I’d need to find a way to resurrect Scorchfire. This would be no easy task, but I had an idea of how to do it. Danareth, one of the high priests of the Shadow Weavers, had wanted to right the wrong himself, trying to find the Rod of Origins. He had hired the Thieves’ Guild to get it for him, but I wouldn’t leave anything to chance. I only trusted my own. I sent our Mi?onblooders priests to the Thieves’ Guild, cutting them off at the knees.
With the powers of this relic in my hands, I’d be able to control time itself. That way, I could drag Scorchfire’s soul to the present time, reviving him, and then grab the draconic essence for myself.
I had sent Mi?onblooders everywhere to find a surviving dragon or an egg. Dozens of lairs were found, but all the dragon eggs found were broken or unfertilized. Resurrecting Scorchfire was a perfect plan—the only one that could get me the draconic essence. Alastor seemed to think so too, congratulating me before promising vengeance and the restoration of the purity of the vampiric race.
“Samantha?”
I frowned at Viktor’s voice, which interrupted my music session. I hated to be disturbed.
However, my face softened at the sight of the young vampire, a smile painting itself. Since we’d been engaged, he’d gone out of his way to please me. He fully supported me in my holy task to fulfill Alastor’s prophecy. He trained with all his might, his muscles showing through his shirts, which had become too tight to contain them completely. He’d had his hair cut and dyed blond since I preferred that. A warmth filled me as I thought of the hours he’d spent exploring every corner of my body, finding what brought me to ecstasy until I was sated.
Although it was only a marriage of convenience, I liked Viktor more and more, and his attentions led me to believe he had genuine feelings for me.
“Yes, Viktor?”
The vampire walked up to me. He grabbed my hand and landed a soft kiss on it.
“I am sorry for interrupting,” he said apologetically.
My initial annoyance was gone, and his closeness rose a hunger in me.
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I said, rising from the bench. “I imagine it was for some important reason that you came looking for me.”
“Yes,” he replied.
I looked at the servant, still sitting at the piano. “Leave us.” Then man bowed and exited the room.
Viktor spoke, “There’s been an attack at the city’s gates.”
“An attack?” I asked.
“An orc,” Viktor specified.
I cursed. “I heard of orcs attacking the werewolves. Their city is closer to Krelgraz, but I don’t remember them coming as far as our city.”
Viktor nodded. “Yes. I heard some citizens say that Krelgraz is full.”
“But that’s just a rumor,” I retorted.
“Still, that’s what the people believe.”
I didn’t like that. Sending anyone out to Krelgraz would be suicide. I didn’t want to waste my soldiers. “Fine. Let’s keep an eye on this. If it worsens, we’ll have no choice but to do something.”
Viktor nodded, then pulled a parchment out of his jacket pocket. His eyes shone with joy. “I also have some good news. The text of the law is finally ready.”
I smiled as I saw the parchment allowing me to marry Viktor.
I had declared Nathan a traitor, but it hadn’t been made official yet. This parchment stated his crimes. He broke the sacred contract of marriage by trying to kill me on our wedding day, then fled. People weren’t aware that I was the one who had tried to kill him, and it would remain like that. With this parchment, Nathan would be stripped of all his rights, leaving Viktor to be my husband and the kingdom’s rightful ruler.
“Finally,” I exclaimed.
Viktor handed me the parchment and a quill. I quickly signed the document and handed it back to him. The announcement would be made public later that day, and we could finally plan our wedding.
“I’m glad the news excites you,” he said.
I kissed his lips. He returned with another, more languorous kiss, his tongue running over mine in a moment of tenderness, wrapping me in his arms.
“Of course,” I replied when we broke the kiss. “I appreciate the time we spend together. ”
His lip lifted with cockiness. “That’s what I noticed when you’re screaming my name relentlessly.”
I bit my lower lip. I loved this new confidence growing in him as our relationship grew stronger.
“You seem to enjoy these moments too,” I retorted.
I felt his hard cock through his pants as he moved closer to me.
“How about we see how much I can make you scream right now?” he asked daringly.
I had several things to prepare for Scorchfire’s return, including repatriating his body to the castle cathedral. But all that could wait. I was already wet at the thought of taking Viktor on again.
I sealed my lips to his, finding the bulge in his pants as an answer. We were alone in the room, and I knew we wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.
“Take me here,” I murmured longingly.