Chapter 33 Princess spider
Rain's pov
I woke up to the smell of food. It smell's rich, warm and natural.
The kind of aroma that wrapped around your tummy and whispered comfort.
I pushed herself upright, my head feeling strangely light, my limbs heavy like I’d slept too deeply.
I looked around for Rosee but he was nowhere in the room.
My gaze drifted to the small wooden table near the wall. Bowls of steaming food sat neatly arranged.
I saw fresh baked bread, red soup, fruits and rice.
It looked perfect and inviting.
I walked closer and picked up a spoon.
I tasted it. My breath caught.
“Oh… wow.”
The warmth spread instantly through my chest, relaxing muscles I didn’t realize were tense. It tasted better than anything I’d ever eaten. Without thinking, I took another spoonful. Then another.
My eyelids drooped and the room tilted slightly.
“Okay, that’s not normal.”
I set the spoon down quickly. A sharp pulse shot through my chest, like a spark under my skin. My breath hitched.
I pressed a hand over my heart. “Why does it feel like that?”
Fear crawled up my spine.
“Rosee!” I called louder.
Still nothing. I rushed outside.
The village was awake but unnaturally perfect. The streets were spotless. No dirt disturbed. No footprints anywhere.
People moved calmly, sweeping porches, carrying baskets, greeting one another softly. But my eyes kept searching for something that wasn’t there.
Children. There were none.
No laughter. No crying. No toys scattered near doorsteps.
My stomach tightened as I approached a woman arranging flowers beside a house.
“Excuse me ma,” I said carefully. “Where are your children?”
The woman’s smile froze. Heads turned slowly.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then the woman chuckled softly. “They grow up very fast here.”
I swallowed. “Fast… how fast?”
The woman didn’t answer. She only smiled wider and turned away.
My heart thudded painfully. I looked around again.
The youngest person I could spot was easily in their mid-twenties.
Something was very wrong.
By afternoon, Rosee barely spoke.
He paced the streets, eyes sharp, scanning every corner.
“Noah is here,” he said for the third time. “I can feel it.”
I touched his arm gently. “Rosee, you haven’t eaten since morning. You’re barely talking to me.”
He pulled away. “We don’t have time for this.”
“For what? For me?”
His jaw tightened. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” I snapped.
Silence stretched between us.
He turned his back again, focused only on the village.
The ache in my chest deepened. Ignoring me as usual.
That night, sleep took me almost instantly.
I dreamed of Rosee but not the distant one.
This one held me close.This one listened.
This one looked at me like I mattered.
“You don’t have to chase love,” he whispered to me.
My body warmed, my heart fluttered. The feeling was overwhelming comfort, desire, safety all tangled together.
When I woke, my breath was unsteady and my skin was hot.
I sat up quickly.
“What the hell was that?”
Then, the bells rang.
It was loud, deep. One after another.
The ground shook and I rushed Rain to the door.
The village was moving.
Buildings slid slowly across the earth like pieces on a board. Streets twisted. Walls shifted. Paths bent into new directions.
Lanterns swayed wildly.
The peaceful village was turning into something else.
A maze.
Villagers calmly stepped indoors with their door closed.
Fog rolled in fast, thick as smoke.
“Rosee!” I shouted, running forward.
The fog swallowed the houses.
The streets disappeared. Within seconds, the village was gone. Only mist and shadow remained.
“Rosee where are you?!”
No answer.
Then the world changed.
Trees rose around me but their branches were threaded with glowing strands of light. The sky shimmered unnaturally, pulsing like something alive.
“This isn’t real,” I whispered.
A figure stepped from the mist.
It was tall, beautiful and calm.
Wings folded behind it like soft shadows.
“Rain,” he said gently.
“The one who sees you,” he replied. “The one who won’t push you away.”
“You feel lonely,” he continued softly. “You feel unwanted.”
Tears burned my eyes. “Stop.”
He lifted my chin. “Let me love you the way you deserve.”
His lips brushed mine.
They were warm, and soft.
Comfort rushed through me but something pulled at my chest.
I was feeling weak. The more we kissed, the more I felt drained.
I gasped and shoved him back.
“What are you doing to me?”
For a split second, his eyes flickered black.
Then to silver again.
I looked up. The glowing sky wasn’t the sky.
It was web. It was massive and endless.
“You’re feeding on me,” I whispered.
The web ripped open and darkness tore through the illusion.
A woman descended slowly, laughing.
A towering demonic spider queen goddess standing in a misty dreamlike void, upper body of a pale beautiful woman with porcelain skin and glowing red eyes, lower body a massive black widow spider abdomen marked with glowing crimson occult runes. Long sharp spider legs extend like twisted wings behind her, dripping with blood. She wears an elegant dark gothic corset armor fused with organic chitin. Her horns curl backward like a dark queen’s crown. Atmosphere filled with teal fog, floating bokeh lights, and smoky shadows beneath her.
“So sweet,” she purred. “You humans always fall in love the fastest.”
I stumbled back.
I saw webs tightened around unseen bodies. Screams echoed faintly through the fog.
And somewhere far away, I hears his voice
“Rain!”
The Spider Princess smiled wider.
“Come,” she said softly. “Let’s see what dream your king is trapped in.”
The fog surged forward.
Darkness closed in.
And I ran towards the voice.