Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 413: ACCEPTING THE DEAL

Sweat beaded faintly on her brow, invisible in the void but felt in the subtle shift of her stance.

"Lilith."

The very mention of her name by that being was enough to send shivers down her spine.

The voice resonated deep and commanding, echoing through the sealed space like thunder rolling across endless night.

It carried the weight of centuries, of unchallenged dominion, making the air vibrate with latent power.

"Dracula. It’s good to see you well," Lilith forced out, a fake smile plastering itself across her face.

Her lips curved, but her eyes betrayed the facade, wide with unease, the crimson depths flickering like disturbed flames.

Aaron watched the look on Lilith’s face with a satisfied grin spreading slowly across his own.

He had to admit, it was deeply satisfying to have such a powerful backing.

The thrill of turning the tables coursed through him, a warm surge of confidence amid the cold void.

The shadows around him seemed to deepen, responding to his quiet triumph.

"Why are you so far away?" Dracula, lord of eternal night and the reason the devil of seduction was scared, asked calmly.

His presence filled the rift, a towering silhouette of darkness and authority, his voice smooth yet laced with an undercurrent of menace that made the stars seem dimmer.

Lilith couldn’t answer immediately.

Her mind raced with a multitude of questions, how had he survived? What did this mean for the balance of power? Her heart pounded in her chest, a rare sensation for one so ancient, the void feeling smaller, more confining under his gaze.

"Do you think distance can protect you from me?" Dracula continued, his tone even, almost conversational.

"Or perhaps you need me to come to you instead?"

"Of course not," Lilith replied quickly, the fake smile still straining on her face.

"There’s no way I’d have such presumptuous thoughts." Her voice steadied, but the effort was palpable, her claws twitching faintly at her sides.

Steeling herself, knowing full well that defying Dracula would lead only to her demise, swift, merciless, and absolute, she moved closer toward him.

It took all of her mental fortitude, every ounce of her iron will forged over eons, to suppress the tremor in her steps.

The dead planets watched impassively as she approached, the faint glow of starlight catching on her form, highlighting the tension in her shoulders.

In the end, Lilith stood in front of the duo, her aura subdued, the seductive warmth dimmed under the overwhelming shadow of Dracula’s presence.

"Do you want her exterminated?" Dracula asked his descendant, whom he had grown fond of.

His voice carried a paternal edge, protective and unwavering, the rift behind him pulsing faintly with restrained power.

Lilith’s heart broke at the question, a sharp pang echoing through her chest.

She turned to Aaron, her big, soft eyes pleading silently, wide with vulnerability, a stark contrast to her usual confident allure.

The void felt colder around her, the weight of potential oblivion pressing down like an invisible hand.

Aaron didn’t know if he should smile or laugh outright, but he felt a great urge to laugh bubbling up inside him.

The irony of the mighty devil of lust reduced to this,.begging with her eyes was almost too delicious.

He savored the moment, the satisfaction warming him like a hidden flame.

Controlling his emotions with practiced ease, he replied to Dracula. "No need to kill her, old man. She has a use to serve," Aaron said, his words granting Lilith a reprieve, saving her life in that instant.

The shadows around him relaxed slightly, mirroring his shift from aggression to strategy.

"I just needed you here to smoothen the conversation and agreement between the two of us," he added, "lest one party oppresses the other."

Lilith stared daggers at Aaron, her pleading eyes hardening into sharp glares.

The fake smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of irritation.

Who was he kidding? One party oppressing the other? That was literally what he was doing at the moment, leveraging Dracula’s presence like a weapon to bend her to his will.

"Very well," Dracula said, his tone final.

"You can have your conversation. Lilith will be on her best behavior, right, Lilith?" He asked, his gaze piercing through the rift, heavy with expectation.

The words carried an unspoken threat, the air thickening with the promise of consequences should she stray.

Lilith nodded slowly, her composure returning inch by inch, though the shiver down her spine lingered.

The dead planets orbited silently in the distance, indifferent to the shifting alliances, as the conversation hung on the edge of a new, precarious agreement.

"Yes. I promise to be on my best behavior," Lilith said, nodding her head slowly.

The words came out measured, her voice steady despite the undercurrent of tension rippling through her.

She forced her posture to relax, shoulders easing as she met Dracula’s gaze through the rift, though the chill of his presence still lingered on her skin like frost in the void.

Dracula regarded her for a long moment, his silhouette in the rift unmoving, an eternal shadow that seemed to absorb the faint starlight around them.

Satisfied, he gave a subtle nod, the gesture carrying the weight of unspoken authority.

The rift shimmered faintly, its edges stabilizing as the immediate threat receded, leaving the sealed space feeling slightly less oppressive.

"Alright then," Aaron said, turning his attention back to Lilith.

"So, back to our previous discussion. Will you help me or not?" He asked directly, cutting to the heart of the matter without preamble.

His tone was firm, laced with the quiet confidence of someone who knew the scales had tipped in his favor.

The shadows around him pulsed subtly, syncing with his steady heartbeat, the void’s cold embrace contrasting with the warmth of his growing satisfaction.

Lilith stared at Dracula for another heartbeat, her crimson eyes reflecting the dark silhouette like mirrors of forgotten nightmares.

She had already made her decision, the calculations flashing through her mind, power balances, survival odds, the thrill of chaos.

The air between them grew thicker, charged with the scent of brimstone from her aura and the cool, metallic tang of Aaron’s shadows.

"Yes," she replied, her voice smooth but edged with resignation.

"Do I even have another choice?" The question hung in the emptiness, her faint smile returning, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

Aaron met her gaze evenly, his mystic eyes piercing through any facade. "Yes, you can," he said. "Even if you refuse, I promise you won’t be killed by my old man. As long as you promise not to divulge the secret to anyone."

He paused, letting the sincerity sink in, his words carrying genuine weight amid the cosmic isolation.

"An outcome I wish we never have to make use of."

Lilith stared at Aaron, noticing the sincerity etched in his expression, the subtle softening around his eyes, the steady rhythm of his breath.

But she didn’t care. Deep down, the truth burned clear: he had returned.

The strongest man in the universe, a force that had once bent galaxies to his will.

And now, she was being offered the chance to oppose him? The very idea stirred a mix of awe and pragmatism in her chest, the void’s silence amplifying her racing thoughts.

Only foolish people, to Lilith, would choose to oppose him.

The risks outweighed any fleeting glory, the shadows of past defeats too long and dark to ignore.

She exhaled slowly, the decision settling over her like a shroud, the faint warmth of her aura flickering in reluctant acceptance.