Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 125. The Vampire Queen's Excitement

Victoria blinked awake, her crimson eyes glinting faintly in the dim light of the throne room. For a moment, she didn't move, letting the silence wrap around her. She sat still, one leg elegantly draped over the other, her pale fingers lazily tapping against the armrest of the massive throne.

The room felt heavy—not just from its towering walls or intricate stained glass windows, but from everything it held. Memories. Secrets. Losses.

The castle was grand, yes, with its endless spires and carvings that whispered of wealth and power, but to her? It was a mausoleum. A monument to things she could never get back.

Her gaze flicked to a corner of the room, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. That spot. That damned spot. The image came unbidden, sharp and vivid like it always did—her ex-husband's lifeless body sprawled on the marble floor, his blood pooling and staining the pristine white stone. Crimson on white. She could almost see it still, as though time had frozen in that corner, refusing to move on.

And Kaelan was there… with his bloody hands, staring at her husband's body coldly. He was also wounded. Quite badly. But he was too powerful. There was nothing she could do. She could remember the way Kaelan flicked his gaze to her and looked at her, at her helpless state since she was also heavily wounded. All she could do was lay there, in her own blood pool.

But there was no anger in her now. No grief. Just… acceptance. Maybe a little curiosity, if she was honest with herself. Kaelan had always been fascinating. Powerful, unpredictable, maddening—and when he acted, it was always with purpose. That night had been no exception.

Her lips curved into the faintest of smiles. "He's back, isn't he?" she murmured, her voice soft but razor-sharp. It wasn't really a question. She knew.

Slowly, Victoria rose from the throne, her movements smooth, deliberate, every step radiating control. Her dark gown whispered against the floor as she trailed a hand over the throne's arm, her crimson nails dragging faintly against the ornate wood. The moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows painted her in silver, her shadow stretching long and distorted across the floor.

"Kaelan," she said quietly, almost to herself, tilting her head as if tasting the name on her tongue. It was him. It had to be. She'd felt it—the ripple in the air, the faint shift in the magical currents. It wasn't just her imagination. No, the power she'd sensed was unmistakable, though… different now.

Her smile widened, her fangs glinting faintly in the light. "You always were full of surprises, weren't you?"

"Your Grace."

The voice broke the silence, and Victoria didn't bother turning. She already knew who it was. Henry. Loyal, predictable Henry, always lurking in the shadows like a good servant.

"What is it?" she asked without looking, her voice calm but edged with impatience.

He stepped forward, bowing low enough that she could hear the fabric of his coat rustle. "Shall I prepare the car? If you plan to go out, it would be wise to—"

"No," she interrupted, her tone sharp enough to cut him off mid-sentence. She finally turned to face him, her crimson eyes narrowing. "I don't need a car."

Henry hesitated, his expression flickering with confusion. "But, Your Grace, if it's a matter of security—"

"It's not." She waved a hand dismissively, silencing him. "And where I'm going, no car will follow. That will be all, Henry."

"But—"

Her gaze snapped to his, and the room seemed to chill. "I said," she repeated, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "that will be all."

Henry stiffened, swallowing whatever argument he'd been about to make. He bowed again, murmuring, "As you wish, Your Grace," before retreating back into the shadows.

Victoria turned away, letting out a small sigh. Servants. Always worrying about the wrong things.

Her attention shifted to the massive mirror mounted on the wall near the doors. She walked toward it, her reflection—or lack of one—greeting her as it always did. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she adjusted the ruby pendant at her neck, its faint glow like a heartbeat in the darkness.

"Still invisible," she muttered, her tone laced with dry humor. She tilted her head, studying the empty mirror for a moment longer. "And yet… somehow, I'm the one everyone sees."

'It must be him,' Victoria thought. 'That apprentice who was in Cassius' place. I can feel it… in his blood.' A smirk crept across her lips, cold and calculated, her fangs glinting faintly. 'And now… I can feel his power. There's no mistaking it anymore.'

"Kaelan," she murmured again, her tone almost amused now. "You really thought you could disappear, didn't you?" She smirked, her fingers brushing her lips as if savoring the memory. "I've tasted your blood once. You'll never hide from me."

The thought sent a small thrill through her, but she quickly suppressed it. This wasn't the time for indulgence.

She turned on her heel, her gown sweeping dramatically across the marble as she made her way toward the double doors at the end of the room. Her steps echoed, slow and deliberate, and as she moved, the sconces along the walls flickered to life one by one, casting the hall in a warm, golden glow.

The castle seemed to wake with her, its ancient magic stirring in response to her presence. For a brief moment, she hesitated, glancing up at the high, arched windows. The night sky stretched beyond them, vast and endless.

"Cassius," she said softly, the name rolling off her tongue like a whisper. Her smirk faded, replaced by an expression of quiet determination. "I suppose it's time for another visit. You're going to love this."

Without another word, she closed her eyes, and the air around her seemed to shift. A dark mist began to swirl at her feet, climbing upward as her form dissolved. It wasn't a slow process—one moment she was there, solid and unyielding, and the next, she was gone, replaced by a flurry of bats.