"What do you want?" he said sternly, knowing he couldn't fight her, not even dream of it.
"Your son's head, of course," Valentina said, her eyes glowing deeply with an endless red.
Silence hung in the air, making the situation almost comical... the greatest demon of all time came personally to take his son from him, and he was still asked to hand him over? Why so...
"Don't worry too much; I'm here to offer you benevolence," Valentina said as she began to expand her dominion materially. Valentina currently had such powerful blood control that she could create creatures from it. So she did, with control almost equal to the Vampire King himself. She began to summon various werewolf corpses before him, turning the polished palace floor into a pit of pure carnage.
The scene could be considered a horror painting by a meticulous artist who would use even the blood from an angel's wings as paint for their chilling work. Various werewolf bodies that Valentina had seen and killed appeared on the floor, all looking at Velkan with fear, sadness, and despair.
"So, do you still want to deal with me, or do you want to wait for my husband to arrive? I'm still quite aware and don't want a world war, but if you do, that's truly your problem," Valentina said, looking not at Velkan but at the woman beside him. She was indeed someone important, and for unknown reasons, Valentina felt Gungnir on her back tremble, but not out of fear or anything like that...
It was a genuine and silent rage, a contained fury that she could almost hear her weapon say, "Kill her."
"Why do you want my son's head... and which one, exactly?" Velkan questioned, even implying that if it were one of the troublemakers, he'd easily sell them to calm this uncontrollable demon before him, who reeked of the deepest and most foul blood he had ever smelled.
"I'm just advancing what will happen, Velkan. I don't want to destroy your kingdom; I just want Alexander. My dear husband has much to deal with him," Valentina said with a repugnant smile that left Velkan speechless. She smiled with disdain for his existence, as if her eyes judged him as not worth existing, and it infuriated him.
"You're joking with me, aren't you?" Velkan asked. Of course, the target had to be his most competent general... besides... why? It had been ten years since the incident, and it only showed that his son was right to kill that horrific being who dared to come back to life.
"Oh... yes, you're still thinking of this as a childish revenge, aren't you?" Valentina asked, seeing how he was reacting. Her incredible gaze, which could perfectly read expressions, struck him, and she just smiled as she sat cross-legged on a throne made of dead werewolves...
"My husband doesn't intend to give him much time to live anyway. I'm just giving you the chance to survive, you know? I'm fighting for you, you know? I even spoke with Siren," Valentina said with a compromising smile.
"Spoke with her about what?" Velkan stood up quickly, angry, even knowing he couldn't do anything.
"You can leave. We don't agree with anything you want," the woman interrupted, completely cutting off their conversation, intruding without prior notice. "Leave," Fenrir said, pointing to the exit. "You're not welcome here," she added.
Valentina looked at her again, analyzing her combat power, and she couldn't... She couldn't see through her. "How interesting..." she thought again. It wasn't the first time she felt something like this coming from a person...
"Hahahaha," Valentina laughed demonically as she opened her mouth wide enough for them to see her completely sharp fangs. "It's a shame you won't be able to avoid this war. Well, I tried, didn't I?" Valentina said, smiling at them. "I'm sorry for what will happen to your kingdom..." Valentina said as she stood up.
"I'm announcing here that I, Valentina Scarlet, am joining the war alongside Siren Sirius Stella since the King refuses to give me what I want," Valentina said, smiling, and looked at that woman one last time.
"Take care, Velkan... See you at the rulers' meeting," she said, smiling before disappearing completely, leaving the two in the room unable to do anything...
"Damn... with that crazy one on the other side... we've already lost..." Velkan murmured. His pride? It was still there, but... His thought was completely understandable.
He hadn't participated in the war where Valentina had consolidated herself, but his ancestors spoke a lot about her, and despite knowing he shouldn't be swayed, even Vlad, who was close to her, had respect for her...
"You're worrying too much. She's just a leech who will be extinguished when the time comes," Fenrir said, staring directly at the spot where Valentina had disappeared. "Gungnir..." she murmured to herself, fooling the worried King's ears.
"She will be exterminated, don't worry too much..." Fenrir said, turning and leaving the room. Velkan was left confused, unsure of the true meaning behind her words. "Another crazy one? Dealing with Valentina is... just suicide," he thought. But had he seen Fenrir's look, he would have been more afraid of her than of Valentina...
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"What the hell happened here?" Morgana asked, completely baffled. Despite being an extremely beautiful location, the crater's vastness was surreal—no one had ever seen anything like it before. "How could this..." she murmured, searching for answers, which came from Fey, who looked at the place with a nostalgic gaze.
"This is where it all began, where I was truly born," Fey said, her voice tender, as if the place were a significant part of her life. "My main body is down there," she pointed to the center of the area where there was a larger relief and an open hole.
"W-wait! You want to make a home for us here?!" Morgana asked, completely terrified. A World Tree revealing its body to people was simply surreal, especially for Morgana, who knew exactly what it entailed. "This is too much; let's find another place," Morgana said, not wanting to...
"It's alright, Young Witch," Fey said with a smile. "I may not be able to move with my real body, but I want to be truly close to my new family. It's alright; let's create our home here," she said, leaving Morgana speechless.
Morgana was still absorbing the magnitude of what Fey had revealed. The idea of establishing a home in the crater where everything began for Fey seemed monumental, yet profoundly symbolic. She looked at Fey, who floated with a serene smile, as if finally at peace with her decision.
"You're truly set on doing this, aren't you?" Morgana asked, her voice now soft, almost reverent.
Fey nodded. "Yes, this place is a part of me. Sharing it with all of you... it's like giving a piece of myself to our new life together. Here, I'll be more connected to what we are and what we can be. Besides, this is the only place in the entire world where you will never be at risk...
It is where I am Supreme."
"So that's it... A safe place where no one will attack us. If this is to be our future home... let's start shaping it," Morgana said, trying to embrace the idea. She knew Fey was sincere in her desire to protect them and create a safe environment. Even though the place was intimidating, with Fey by her side, everything seemed possible.
"Yes, let's," Fey replied, her voice serene and full of determination. The two then began to plan how to transform that vast and ancient space into a new home where they could start their lives anew, surrounded by the unwavering protection of Fey.
Thus, Morgana and Fey began to conjure the first foundations of the monumental structure rising in the crater. Using Morgana's magic and Fey's vital force, they shaped the land and erected pillars of arcane energy, capable of withstanding any adversity that might arise.
Fey's powers flowed like deep roots into the earth, connecting with the core of her being, while Morgana drew complex sigils in the air, which materialized into mystical stones, forming a solid base. Together, they created a natural shield around the crater, ensuring that no external force could penetrate.
"Every stone, every branch, every strand of energy here will carry our mark," Fey said, as the structure took shape, with towers spiraling toward the sky and underground corridors extending like veins of the earth.
Morgana watched, fascinated by the fusion of magic and nature. "It will be a home, but also a fortress," she murmured, feeling the magnitude of what they were building.
On that day, a legendary witch and a World Tree created something that would mark the history of the entire world...
"I think..." Morgana murmured...
"We might have overdone it..." Fey completed.
The scale of what they had done was unprecedented... "Holy shit!" Everything was interrupted when Linnea, who had gone to handle some things on the other side of the world, returned. "I was gone for only six hours!" she shouted, causing Morgana and Fey to look at each other.
"She's cute, isn't she?" Morgana asked.
"A bit temperamental," Fey replied.
"HEY!!! I CAN HEAR YOU!" Linnea shouted at them.