Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 438: MAXIMIZING FEAR

"You really don’t know how to respect ladies," Lilith muttered under the dim light of midnight, her voice a sultry whisper that carried a hint of playful reproach.

Her crimson eyes fell on the uninvited guest, staring at her with a casual look that bordered on indifference.

The faint glow from the moon outside cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the elegant curves of her bare form as she lounged against the edge of the bed.

"I do. But you’re not a lady," Aaron replied, his tone dry and unflinching, arms folded as he leaned against the wall.

"Tch. How annoying. Guess it’s time, right?" Lilith asked, tilting her head slightly, her long hair cascading like dark silk over one shoulder.

"Should be asking you. You told me to meet you secretly today," Aaron shot back, his gaze steady, refusing to let her steer the conversation into familiar teasing territory.

"Indeed. Well, it is. While you were busy enjoying yourself earlier today, my contacts informed me of Mephistopheles meeting with the Sovereign of the Undeads," Lilith informed, her playful demeanor sharpening into something more focused.

"Then let’s get going. It’s going to be a long night," Aaron replied, straightening up with quiet determination.

"At least allow me the decency of putting my clothes on. I might be the devil of lust, but it doesn’t mean I enjoy walking around naked," Lilith said, arching an elegant brow as she gestured to her current state.

"Better. My eyes were already getting bored of the sight in front of me," Aaron replied without missing a beat, his voice laced with mock boredom.

"Tch. How annoying. Please be a gentleman and turn," she demanded, though the command carried more exasperation than real offense.

"Provide the coordinates. Let’s go. Your act of seduction isn’t going to work," Aaron demanded, not in the mood for her antics.

He kept his back turned anyway, more out of courtesy, his mystic eyes scanning the room out of instinct still.

"Tch. You are so not fun. Just like your old man," Lilith clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

Snapping her fingers with a dramatic flourish, she was draped in a tight-fitted red gown that clung to her like liquid fire.

Slits ran high on both sides, properly showcasing the smooth length of her calves with every subtle shift of her weight.

The fabric shimmered faintly, catching the moonlight in crimson highlights.

Lilith provided the coordinates to Aaron, her voice low and precise as she relayed the spatial data.

Not standing on ceremony, Aaron opened a rift to the super cluster of the undead race.

The tear in reality appeared with a low hum, edges crackling with void energy that swallowed the light around it. Cold, necrotic air wafted through, carrying the faint scent of decay and ancient dust.

Two people entered the rift; three people appeared on the other side, materializing amid the desolate expanse of a starless void dotted with drifting necropolises and floating mausoleums.

"Lord of the Eternal Night. It’s a pleasure to fight by your side," Lilith informed, her tone dipping into formal flattery as she inclined her head toward the tall, pale figure already waiting.

Dracula, of course, ignored the flattery of Lilith entirely.

His crimson eyes, deeper and older than hers, remained fixed ahead, unreadable beneath the shadow of his high collar.

"No need to cozy up to the old man. Let’s just get started," Aaron flatly told Lilith, cutting through her charm with blunt efficiency.

Shadows, pulsating and feeling alive, soon attached to Aaron, swirling around him like living ink.

They engulfed him completely until his entire identity was concealed beneath a cloak of writhing darkness.

His features blurred, his presence masked in an aura of impenetrable night.

"Is this necessary?" Lilith asked, tilting her head as she studied the transformation.

"Yes, it is. I need to keep my identity a secret," Aaron answered, his voice now slightly distorted, echoing from within the shroud like a whisper from the abyss.

"If you say so. But to me, no one will be able to tell the tales to the Sovereigns," Lilith muttered, her crimson eyes glowing brighter, a predatory gleam flickering in their depths.

"I will take care of the big fries toward the north. You handle the south. And you, pick up the rest," Dracula informed the group, his voice calm and commanding, brooking no argument.

"And by ’pick up the rest,’ you mean..." Aaron began, already anticipating the answer.

"Follow behind me," Dracula finished the words on his behalf, turning slightly to regard Aaron with faint approval.

"You can’t expect me to act alone though," Lilith complained, crossing her arms with a dramatic sigh.

"You will have to do just that," Dracula replied, his tone not leaving room for discussion.

The finality in his voice was absolute, ancient authority wrapped in quiet menace.

Lilith obeyed, fearing to defy Dracula.

With a soft huff, she vanished into the southern shadows, her red gown trailing like blood across the void.

With Lilith gone, Dracula turned to face Aaron fully, the two of them alone amid the drifting silence of the undead cluster.

"Your wounded soul. How did you heal it?" Dracula asked Aaron, after finally having the privacy he wanted. His gaze was piercing, seeing through layers that others could not.

"How did you know?" Aaron asked, knowing full well he had kept it a secret from almost everyone.

"The potency of your blood is richer now than in the past," Dracula explained simply, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of observation.

Aaron, of course, tried to deny it at first, deflecting with a casual shrug.

But Dracula wasn’t one that could easily be fooled, his ancient senses cut through lies like moonlight through fog.

In the end, Aaron opened up to Dracula, explaining his ability to devour fear.

He knew he could trust his ancestor, and so he could not hide the truth from him.

The words came out measured, each one a quiet admission of the dark path he had walked.

"I see. Devouring fear to grow stronger. Then we should get on it. I will show you how to maximize the fear of others," Dracula informed Aaron, a faint, approving curve touching his lips.