Chapter 59 CHAPTER 59

Chapter 59 CHAPTER 59
Atang’s voice was replaced by a wet crunching sound as half of her body was chewed by the pet!

Blood sprayed abundantly from her torso. The lower half of Atang's body, severed at the waist, fell to the floor, spreading her blood further. Blood splattered from Nerfito’s mouth with every chew.

When the giant dragon-bodied snake finished the first half, it devoured the remaining half of the old woman's body.

Morgana watched her pet, bracing herself for whatever her former companion might do if he was still hungry.

Once Nerfito finished eating and Atang was gone, he licked the blood from the floor before approaching her.

As much as she valued him, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him if her life was in danger.

His white eyes stared at her, and then he licked her face.

"Nerfito..." she whispered in relief. It meant he hadn't forgotten her. He bowed and shrank back into a small snake, now with fifteen heads. He crawled up her leg to her waist, where he always stayed.

She looked out the window and saw the destruction caused by Atang’s Ulang insects.

"What's your plan now?" asked Napoleon, who suddenly appeared in the room.

"Where have you been?" she asked coldly. she couldn't show emotion in front of them. she didn't trust vampires or any creature except Nerfito. Her pet had proven his loyalty before, and he had proven it again today.

"Where else? Naturally, saving my own kind since you couldn't!" he answered sarcastically.

"One more wrong word and your head will roll before you even realize it, Napoleon!" she threatened in a sharp voice.

She had been through too much today and didn't want to argue. She still needed him, so as long as she had patience left, she would tolerate the young vampire.

When her gaze fell upon her hand, she was alarmed.

"Get out for now!" she ordered him, but he remained standing. "I said get out!"

The vampire crossed his arms and looked into her eyes.

"Do you need help?" he asked with a smirk, glancing at her hand, which she quickly hid.

"I never need help from anyone!" she shouted angrily.

"Is that so? Because that’s not what I see," he said mockingly before turning his back to her. "Stay here. Wait for my return; when I come back, I’ll have what you need."

He vanished from her sight.

She waved her hand, and the windows and doors closed automatically. She whispered a spell so that no one but Napoleon could enter.

She didn't know why she expected him to return with what she needed—mortal virgins.

She walked to the bed and lay down. As her back hit the soft mattress, she raised her hand, which was beginning to wrinkle.

She had never seen herself in a mirror because she had no reflection, but she knew she was the most beautiful of all immortals because almost every creature was obsessed with her.

She looked at her portrait on the wall. It was the only image of her she had. Napoleon himself had drawn it.

Napoleon had brought her image to life in that portrait. Though she wasn't smiling, he had beautifully captured her face and body using the extracts of various colored flowers.

Weakly, she sat up when she heard the cries of women. It meant Napoleon was back!

He wasn't joking when he said he would get what she needed.

"Let us go!"

"Help!!!"

"Have mercy! Let me out of here!"

"Please, sir! Both my parents are politicians, they’ll give you whatever you want!"

It was obvious the last girl was wealthier than the others because of her smooth, fair skin—and that was exactly what Morgana wanted.

She stood up but immediately sat back down, her strength failing.

"Let me help you." Napoleon took her arm to support her, but she brushed his hand away.

"I don't need help from anyone, Napoleon, not even you!" she screamed, but he didn't listen. He picked her up and placed her in the bathtub.

Next, he tied the women to the chains across from her tub. Napoleon hung them upside down and forcibly drained all their blood.

The women screamed and cried. They struggled, but they were helpless in their bonds.

Napoleon approached her and was about to undress her when she screamed at him!

"Get out, Napoleon, I don't need your help anymore!" she barked. She was about to yell again, but the vampire kissed her!

In the thousands of years she had been alive, she had never experienced a kiss—and from a vampire at that!

She pushed him, but she was too weak from her battle with Atang.

When Napoleon’s tongue moved against her mouth, she couldn't help but moan, giving him the chance to deepen the kiss. To her surprise, she began to respond.

She wrapped both hands around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands began to travel from her neck to her shoulders and down to her chest. He felt her breasts, causing her to moan a second time.

Napoleon’s hands expertly moved to her back and removed her clothes, exposing her body, which was starting to wrinkle.

"N-Napoleon..." she gasped as he left her lips and his expert lips moved to her chest.

"Yucks! What the heck are you doing?! Is this a cult?! Why don't you release us first, right?! You guys are disgusting, especially you, girl! You're so old and yet you're hitting on this handsome but kidnapper guy!" the politician's daughter said in a bratty tone.

They stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. Identical smirks played on their lips.

Napoleon stood up and took off his clothes. Morgana saw the man’s attractive body, which would put mortal gym-goers to shame.

Napoleon was larger than life, and he had proven it. A tall, dark, and very handsome vampire that made you feel hotter than July.

"Let us go or I'll sue you all!"

The other women screamed when Napoleon slit the throat of the noisy girl. She gasped like a fish out of water, trying to cover the wound on her neck. Because the girl had called her old, Morgana used magic to keep her from dying instantly. She would feel the pain until every drop of blood left her body to become food for Morgana's ghoul allies.

The girl’s rich blood poured over Morgana and was absorbed by her skin. Her skin began to glow, but it wasn't enough, so Napoleon beheaded the remaining women. Soon, she was bathing in the blood of mortal virgins.

"Next time, you’ll bathe in the blood of the Hybrid so your beauty remains forever, and you’ll never need these useless mortals again!"