Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1100: Blood

Kitsara tapped a single finger lightly on his shoulder, and just like that, she cast her illusion magic that rippled over his entire frame in a wave. In an instant, Quinlan was clothed in a sharp suit; black, perfectly fitted, something sleek she thought made him devastatingly hot. At the same time, her own form shimmered and found itself covered by a flowing dress, elegant yet cute, tailored to accentuate every feminine line she possessed.

But Quinlan didn’t even realize his lover had dressed him, for his attention was locked wholly on the figure before him.

And within a single moment of her stepping through, he realized that she might’ve been dressed in the same attire as before, but she was not the same as before.

Blood.

Dark stains soaked through the lace and fabric of her outfit, streaking across her torso and dripping down her legs. A gash cut deep into her side, and though her expression remained eerily flat, crimson welled and poured from the wound, soaking through her once-flawless attire. Her presence was still just as suffocating and commanding as he remembered, but her body bore the unmistakable signs of a brutal fight.

Worse still, on her shoulders, hanging limp as broken dolls, were two women.

Raika. Orianna.

Their arms dangled lifelessly, their faces pale. A copious amount of blood was seeping, leaving their bodies as well. Neither stirred.

Quinlan shot up to his feet. His hand snapped into his storage and pulled free a crystal vial. It had the deep crimson glow of Aurora’s highest-tier potion swirling inside. He gave it to Black Fang.

"Drink."

Black Fang’s eyes shifted down to the potion, then back to him. Slowly, she reached out to grab it, unhurried even as she was quickly bleeding to her death. She raised it, but instead of gulping its contents down, the woman paused first to bring it near her nose.

"Unpolished craft," she said in her flat tone. Her words of analysis came clipped, efficient as always. "... but great talent."

And with that, she tipped the potion back, drinking without a single iota of reservation. Whether she could sense the presence of poison just by smell or if she simply trusted him greatly, Quinlan didn’t know.

The room went still. Kitsara’s hand froze on Quinlan’s arm, her illusions wavering for the briefest of moments at the tension strangling the air. The sight of the infamous Black Fang bleeding out in their home—in the very room where they made love to each other just seconds ago fried her foxkin brain. But Kitsara wasn’t a trickster for nothing; she quickly collected herself.

Soon, Black Fang lowered the potion. However, instead of drinking it all, she stopped halfway through.

Her hand moved, tipping the glass to Raika’s lips instead. The unconscious girl’s throat worked weakly, but the liquid slid down. Color stirred faintly back into Raika’s skin.

Quinlan blinked confusedly when he realized that she hadn’t spared even a drop for Orianna.

Before he could offer the woman a second vial, the silence was shattered with a hiss of displaced air as Vex stormed into the room. Her frantic red eyes darted about, scanning the room, instantly noticing the blood stains on the floor, and finally... Black Fang. In less than a heartbeat, her gaze settled on the two limp bodies dangling from the woman’s shoulders.

"Your home was attacked, Master?" Vex asked.

"Yes," Black Fang said flatly, giving no elaboration.

Vex’s eyes then locked onto Orianna in particular. Quinlan’s chest tightened when he noticed the difference. Raika stirred faintly, breathing shallowly. Orianna... didn’t. Her chest was still, lips pale, eyes closed in what seemed to be finality. ℞ΆꞐȰʙĚ𐌔

A pang of worry pierced Quinlan. Not for Orianna herself, but for Vex. He knew how much this woman meant to her. Officially an elder disciple, but so much more than that. An elder sister, perhaps even a mother-figure. A thorn in her side, yes, but still family.

"I’ll call for help," Quinlan said, moving to connect to Liora and Seraphiel.

"Don’t bother, Hubby," Vex stopped him with an almost eerie calm. Her eyes didn’t leave Orianna.

"She died, huh..."

Quinlan and Kitsara shared a puzzled glance, unable to reconcile the lack of concern both Vex and Black Fang were showing.

In the next moment, Vex stepped forward and wordlessly lifted Orianna from Black Fang’s shoulder. She carried her elder sister’s corpse like it weighed nothing at all, then walked straight outside.

No one said a word. They just followed.

Outside, Vex scanned her surroundings once, spotted a shovel leaning against the wall of the building that used to house the construction slaves before they were sent to help with the construction of Miri Town, and picked it up.

She walked for a minute longer, finding a nice, serene spot further from the buildings, then steel hit dirt, thudding and scraping as she dug a pit right there. Then, she laid Orianna’s body into the earth.

The scene was absurd, outright absurd, even for this world. The Primordial Villain, a foxkin trickster, and the infamous Black Fang all watched in silence as the Hexwitch buried her sister like she was just planting a sapling.

Quinlan finally broke the silence. "... Vex, care to explain?"

Vex crouched, patting the loose soil into place with her hand. The gesture was oddly tender.

"She’s a crazy woman, you already know that, Hubby. But what you probably don’t know is that her class is just as insane." She then giggled under her breath, amused. "Maybe there’s a correlation."

"She has some weird plant magic, right?" Kitsara asked with a trio of excitedly swishing tails behind her butt. Seeing how utterly ridiculous the situation was, the foxkin visibly elected to just go with the flow and stop worrying. Quinlan was not the only person who trusted Vex greatly. If she were this calm, then things must’ve been okay.

"Plant magic is putting it mildly." Vex dusted her palms off as she nodded in the beastkin’s direction. "Orianna’s the Flower Queen, and that title isn’t just for show. Most people don’t know this, but her human body is basically a vessel, a temporary anchor. Technically, yes, she’s dead right now. Heart stopped, brain not issuing orders, you know how it goes."