SupernovaSymphony

  Gonna warn you, there is going to be gore in a bunch of the chapters up to about ch70

  That being said, the story has got a gore tag so, you know what you signed up for.

  [colpse]

  Her sharp eyes nded on a locked drawer in the desk, its subtle desigraying its importance. She reached out to test the handle, but it didn’t budge.

  “Renzia, dear,” she said in a low murmur, her tone carrying a pyful lilt, “could you please open this for me?”

  The mannequin, standiinel he door, tilted her head in an uny motion, her body creaking softly as she glided over. Without hesitation, her cloth-covered fingers sprouted an array of slender, metallic tools. They gleamed faintly in the dim light as she deftly examihe lock.

  Vivieched with i as Renzia worked, each motion precise and unerring, like a living automaton. The mannequied several tools in quick succession, her head tilting slightly as she worked, until—

  Click.

  The lock surrendered, and Renzia withdrew her tools, stepping back with a quiet grace that belied her unnatural nature.

  “Thank you, darling,” Vivienne said smoothly, fshing a sharp smile before sliding the drawer open.

  Inside was a treasure trove of secrets. Letters sealed with wax sat atop a small stack of folded dots, their edges worn and smudged from frequent handling. She pulled one free, breaking the seal with a cw.

  Her eyes flicked over the words, and her smile widened. It wasn’t just evidence of illicit dealings—it was spiracy id bare. The correspondeailed Drevaris’s attempts to manipute trade routes, bribe officials, and even sow discord among rival s. But one phrase stood out to her, its implications ced with opportunity: “The Serkoth are a fragile pilr in this city—crack the foundation, and the structure will fall.”

  Vivienne hummed softly, sav the treachery as though it were a fine wine.

  “How deliciously bold,” she murmured, carefully tug the letter into her dress alongside the ledger.

  Her search tinued. Beh the letters y a small, ornate box, its surface etched with swirling designs that hi something valuable inside. She lifted the lid cautiously to reveal a colle of s aoheir shimmer a tempting distra.

  “An emergency fund,” she guessed, running her finger lightly over a ruby. She left it untouched, closing the box with a quiet snap. Money wasn’t her goal—information was.

  Satisfied she’d uncovered enough to ensure Lyssandro’s favor and please Narek, Vivienne closed the drawer, ensuring it locked with the same soft click as before.

  She turo Renzia, who watched her with her stitched, featureless face, her movements unnervingly still. “Time to leave,” Vivienne whispered, motioning for the mannequin to follow.

  The pair retraced their steps with care, slipping through the estate's dimly lit corridors like shadows given form. When they reached the ardens, Vivieopped and turo Renzia.

  “Stay out here and keep watch,” she said, her tone firm yet soft. “If anyone es, distract them—but don’t harm unless I say so.”

  The mannequin tilted her head slightly, then creaked into a slow nod. She melted bato the dark foliage without a sound, her unnatural movements blending eerily with the night.

  Vivienne, now alone, shifted her focus inward, calling upon the alien fluidity of her form. Her body adjusted subtly, the dress ging tighter to her frame as if sculpted to emphasize her generous curves. Her skin took on an otherworldly sheen, smooth and fwless, while her hair shifted, curling in hypnotic waves. A predatory hunger glinted in her eyes as she began her ast toward Drevaris’s private quarters.

  The journey was a calcuted blend of stealth and allure. Where she had been silent and careful before, now she allowed a faint hint of her preseo linger—just enough for the servants she passed to catch a fleeting glimpse of somethihereal and captivating. None dared question her preseheir instincts told them to avoid her gaze and pretend they hadn’t seen her.

  Reag the upper floor, she paused before a heavy oak door, its gilded frame marking it as important. Drevaris’s st was unmistakable here, thick with sweat and greed.

  Vivienne smiled darkly, pushing the door open with deliberate ease. The bedroom was as gaudy as she’d expected—velvet curtains, a grand four-poster bed, and a faint st of cologne ging to the air. She moved inside, her steps soundless, and positioned herself he bed. With a practiced motion, she reed on the plush surface, her pose casual yet provocative.

  Now came the waiting game.

  The door creaked open an hour ter, and Drevaris stepped in, his gait fident and his mind likely filled with the day’s schemes. He froze when he saw her, his expression shifting rapidly from shoething more primal as he took in her form.

  Vivienne y across his bed, her posture an exquisite blend of casual elegand calcuted sedu. The dim dlelight painted her in warm, golden tones, emphasizing the fwless curves of her form. Her dress g to her body in just the right ways, her tendril-like hair casg around her like a dark halo. She turned her head toward him, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement.

  “You must be Drevaris,” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk.

  Drevaris blinked, his posure faltering as his gaze darted around the room, searg for an expnation. “I—uh—who are you?” he managed, his voice crag slightly.

  Vivieilted her head, a soft, knowing smile grag her lips. “No need for formalities, Drevaris. I’m here because... well, let’s just say you’ve piqued my i.” She rose slowly, her movements deliberate, feline in their grace.

  His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his fidence clearly shaken but not yet broken. “I don’t recall inviting you,” he said, his toempting authority but betraying his uainty.

  “Oh, you didn’t,” she said, taking a slow step toward him, her bare feet silent against the floor. “But I couldn’t help myself. You’re quite the intriguing man, Drevaris. Ambitious. Clever. Dangerous.”

  His lips twitched, a flicker of pride breaking through his wariness. “And you are...?”

  Vivieopped just short of him, her gaze log onto his with an iy that rooted him to the spot. “Someone who make your life... very iing. If you’re willing to py along.”

  He chuckled nervously, taking a small step back. “And what game are we pying?”

  Vivienne reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against his chest, her touch feather-light but enough to send a shiver through him. “A game of secrets, Drevaris,” she murmured. “A game where you tell me what I want to know... and I decide how much fun you get to have.”

  His breath hitched, his caution giving way to intrigue. “And if I refuse?”

  Her smile widened, revealing just the fai hint of sharp teeth. “You won’t,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that slid across his senses like honey ced with venom.

  Drevaris hesitated, caught in the web of her presence. Finally, he exhaled shakily. “What do you want to know?”

  “Everything,” she said simply, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as she leaned closer. “But let’s start with your employer. Who holds your leash, Drevaris?”

  He stiffened, his wariness returning in full force. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

  Vivienne’s hand pressed against his chest, her cws extending just enough to hint at danger. “Oh, but I think you do,” she said, her to over steel. “And I think you’ll find I’m much more persuasive than you’re prepared for.”

  Drevaris’s breath quied, his eyes dartiween her sharp cws aeasing, curved smile. The tension in the air grew thick, oppressive yet tantalizing, and Vivienne relished in it.

  She moved closer, her body brushing lightly against his, her heat seeping through the fabric of his shirt. Her firailed down his chest, her touch like aric current, equal parts gentle and threatening. “Don’t py coy, Drevaris,” she murmured, her lips so close to his ear that her breath warmed his skin. “We both know you’re a man who thrives on risk... and rewards.”

  He chuckled nervously, though his body betrayed him, leaning ever so slightly into her. “I’ve always been a fan of rewards,” he said, his voice weaker thaended.

  Vivienne chuckled, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through the air between them. “Then you’ll like what I have to offer,” she said, her hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. “Tell me what I o know, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll get a taste of it.”

  His posure cracked further as he looked at her, his eyes lingering too long on her lips, the line of her throat, the effortless way she radiated trol. “And if I don’t?” he asked, though the question was more reflex than defiance.

  Her smile widened, and she leaned back slightly, enough to let him see the dangerous glint in her eyes. “Then you miss out,” she said simply, turning her ba him with a deliberate sway of her hips, her wavy hair following the motion like a curtain of midnight aail slithering across the floor behind her.

  She took a slow step toward the bed, perg on the edge with an elegahat belied the storm of power simmerih her calm exterior. Crossing her legs, she leaned ba her hands, her posture a picture of invitation. “I’ve heard you’re a clever man,” she said, tilting her head as if sizing him up. “So let’s not waste time pretending you don’t know who pulls the strings around here.”

  Drevaris hesitated, his instincts warriween self-preservation and the magic pull of her presence. “You’re... not like anyone I’ve met before,” he admitted, his voice hoarse.

  Vivienne’s ughter was soft, almost affeate, but it carried an edge. “Fttery will get you nowhere,” she said, her tourning silkier. “But cooperation? That might just make tonight worth your while.”

  She beed him closer with a subtle motion, her crimson eyes gleaming with dangerous allure. “So, Drevaris... will you indulge me, or shall we py a different kind of game?”

  His steps toward her were hesitant, but the way his gaze locked onto hers betrayed his resolve crumbling under her sway.

  Drevaris moved closer, each step halting as if he were walking a razor’s edge. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his eyes caught between fear and fasatioopped just short of her, his hand twitg at his side as though he wao reach out but wasn’t certain he dared.

  Vivienne uncrossed her legs with nguid grace, rising to her feet with an effortless motion that brought her so close he could feel her warmth. She pced a hand on his chest, her sharp nails resting against the fabric of his shirt without breaking the skin. “You seem nervous, Drevaris,” she purred, tilting her head to the side like a predator sizing up her prey.

  He swallowed hard, attempting to muster his fidence. “I’m not nervous,” he said, though his voice betrayed him. “Just... cautious. You don’t strike me as someone who does anything without a reason.”

  Her lips curled into a smile that sent a shiver down his spine. “You’re n,” she replied, her firag the line of his colr. “But I promise you, tonight’s reason will be us both... if you py along.”

  She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Tell me who you ao. The one who pulls your strings. I know it’s not Lyssandro.”

  Drevaris tensed, his instincts screaming at him to flee, but he was caught—drawn in by the intoxig mix of her dominand allure. “You’re very perceptive,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

  Vivieepped back just slightly, her hand slipping down his chest to rest at his beltline. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as though every motion was desigo fray his resistance. “You ftter me,” she said, her tone pyful, but the sharpness in her eyes warned him that this was no game. “Now, be a good boy and ahe question. Who are you w for?”

  His breath hitched as he weighed his options, his gaze flig toward the door as though sidering escape. But Vivienne’s hand tightened just slightly, her nails pressing into his skin with a teasing sting. “Ah-ah,” she chided softly. “Don’t disappoint me, Drevaris. I be very fiving... or very not.”

  He exhaled sharply, his willpower unraveling. “Rathik,” he finally admitted, the name slipping from his lips like a fession. “Skoll Rathik. He oversees the shipments.”

  Vivienne’s eyes gleamed with satisfa, though her smile never wavered. “Good,” she said, her tone a dangerous blend of sweet and sinister. “Now, was that so hard?”

  Drevaris froze for a moment, his breath shallow as he realized the power he had surreo, not just physically but mentally. Vivienne, perched above him, exuded an undeniable air of dominance, her every movement anding him to obey, her curves pressing against him with deliberate iion.

  “Now,” she purred, leaning in until her lips almost brushed his, “tell me everything. Or else...” Her voice trailed off, dangerous and sweet all at once, her fingers caressing the edge of his colr, teasing him with the promise of more.

  Drevaris’s eyes darted to her body, uo resist the allure of her plump, curvy figure. He swallowed, his hands, almost of their own accord, slid up her thighs, feeling the firmness of her body beh the thin fabric of her dress. The sensation made him gasp, his restraint faltering. “What do you want from me?” he breathed, his voice low and husky.

  Vivienne smiled, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light as she shifted, her hips pressing more firmly against his, pinning him to the bed beh her. “You already know what I want, darling. What I want from you is information... and a little fun along the way.” Her hands slid down to his chest, cws cirg, trag over his exposed skin in slow, deliberate strokes. Her touch was warm, intoxig, like a promise of things to e.

  Drevaris’s breath hitched as her body shifted with ease, drawing him further intrip. His hands instinctively moved, slippih her dress as if caught in a moment of weakness. He paused for just a moment, gauging her rea, but Vivienne only smiled more brightly, urging him on with a single seductive gnce. She let him explore, allowing his hands to wander for a few seds, but only to make him aware of the danger of uimating her.

  But her eyes—those burning, dark eyes—never left his, every inch of her focus sharpening with i. “You think you take something from me, Drevaris?” she murmured against his ear, letting her breath ghost over his skin.

  The air around them felt charged, as if they were teetering on the edge of something far darker than mere sedu. Vivienne’s lips grazed his ear, her teeth just barely scraping the sensitive skin. “You’re already mine,” she whispered, pressing her body against him once more, this time with more force, more dominance. Her movements were deliberate, takiime to let him feel every inch of her, every shift of her body against his.

  Drevaris’s breath quied, and he found himself caught between the heady intoxication of her toud the fear of what she might do . “Please...” he managed, uo stop himself from moving his hands further, his touch growing bolder.

  Vivienne's lips curled into a wicked smile, her dark eyes gleaming with a predatleam. She felt the heat risiweehe thick tension thiing the air. Drevaris, though clearly under her trol, was still trying to wrestle some sembnce of power back. His hands tio wander, growing bolder, sliding from her hips to her waist, his touch more insistent now, almost demanding.

  “Such a greedy boy,” she purred, her voice thick with amusement. She could feel his pulse rag beh her touch, his nervous energy mingling with the pleasure he was too afraid to fully admit. “You think you take whatever you want from me, don’t you?” Her cws dug into his chest for just a moment, enough to leave an imprint, but not enough to break his skin.

  His breath quied, but he didn’t stop. His hands moved with increasing fidence, as though the thrill of the moment had overtaken his sense of fear. He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her neck, fingers daring to slip beh the edge of her dress.

  Vivienne allowed it, even enced it with a slow, teasing grind against him, letting him believe he had the upper hand for a sed longer. His hands explored her curves, bold now, as if he thought his power over her had grown. His touch was rough, almost too eager—hands grippihighs and waist, pulling her flush against him. He moved with the desperation of someone who believed they could still cim something of her, unaware of the danger he was walking into.

  “Careful,” Vivienne whispered in his ear, the edge of warning ione a stark trast to the warmth of her breath against his skin. “Greed is a dangerous thing.”

  He didn’t seem to hear her, or perhaps he simply didn’t care. His fingers moved uhe fabric of her dress, sliding up toward the soft curve of her breast. His touch grew rougher, his hands grasping for more. The way he groped her—too careless, too fident—told her he was no longer afraid. He thought he had her under his spell.

  Vivienne’s expression darkened, her eyes narrowing. “Names,” she demanded, her voice a sharp trast to her earlier purr. “Now.”

  He hesitated, his gaze flig to her chest as if seeking distra. Vivienne chuckled darkly, leaning in closer so her hair brushed his face, letting him think she was giving him the upper hand. “I could make this enjoyable for you, Drevaris,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “But only if you give me what I want.”

  His resolve crumbled under her weight—both literal and figurative. “L-Laiken,” he stammered. “One of Rathik’s lieutenants. She’s the one whes the shipments. Hahe bribes.”

  Vivienne smiled, her fangs glinting dangerously. “Good,” she said, her tone lighter, almost teasing. “You’re being so cooperative. It’s almost adorable.”

  She let her cws trail lower, trag along his abdomen in a way that made him flinch. “Now tell me where I find this Laiken. Be specific.”

  Drevaris’s breathing quied, his panic overtaking whatever allure he’d felt moments before. “She works out of the mert district,” he said quickly. “Warehouse seventeen. But she’s paranoid—keeps her movements quiet. You’ll o move carefully.”

  Vivienne pulled back slightly, studying his face. For a moment, it almost seemed like she would reward him for his pliance. But then her smile twisted into something darker. “Thank you, Drevaris,” she said sweetly. “You’ve been... deliciously helpful.”

  Vivienne’s smile deepened, as cold and hungry as the night itself. She grabbed his hands with surprising strength, twisting them from her body and pinning him bato the bed with an unnatural ease. She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “I warned you.”

  Before he could respond, her cws—sharp and deadly—were at his throat. The light of uanding flickered in his eyes, but it came too te. Drevaris tried to push her off, but the power she exuded was overwhelming. He struggled, but his body was no match for the force she anded. His breath became erratic, a tight gasp of panic esg his throat as he realized the mistake he had made.

  "I hope you didn't think," she said, her voice dangerously soft, "that I wouldn’t have my own taste of you."

  Her hand so his jaw, her cws digging into his flesh, and with a swift motion, she tilted his head to expose his throat. He froze, terror overtaking the arousal that had previously clouded his senses. His body trembled as her fingers ran over his skin, almost lovingly, as if sav the moment.

  Her face split open to reveal her true mouth aared in horror at the endless maw of savage, needle-like teeth.

  “Thank you for the meal.”

  As she whispered those words, her grip tightened, pinning Drevaris’s arms with an eerie strength. He struggled briefly, his eyes wide with terror, but it was futile. Vivienne was in plete trol now, her body pressing him deeper into the bed. She could feel the blood pumping in his veins, the tremor in his chest as his body tried to recoil in vain.

  She leaned closer, brushing her lips against his throat, feeling the pulse beh the skin. “I never fet a promise,” she murmured. Then, without another word, she saeeth into his neck.

  Drevaris's body jerked beh her, his breath turning into a strangled gasp, but the more he fought, the tighter her grip became. Her cws dug into his flesh as she fed, drawing out the warmth, the life, the essence of him. She drank greedily, sav the taste of his fear mingling with the blood, the intoxig mixture filling her. He fought harder now, his hands trying to break free, but Vivienne held him down with an unyielding, predatory calm.

  Vivienne’s cws dug deep into Drevaris's arm, her grip relentless as his body jerked beh her. His breath turned into a strangled gasp, each plea more desperate tha, but Vivienne’s hunger was unstoppable. She could feel his pulse poundih the skin, and her fangs ached for the taste of it.

  She wrenched his arm free with a siing pop of bone, a red tide spilling out in hot, pulsing waves. He screamed, a sound that sent shivers down her spine, but it only made her more ravenous. She brought the severed limb to her mouth, her fangs sinking into the tender flesh with a savage huhe blood was warm and thick, and as she chewed, the ch of boweeeeth echoed in the quiet room. The taste was overwhelming—both bitter and sweet—as she ed him piece by piece.

  Drevaris’s screams were drowned out by the siing sound of her feeding. His remaining hand cwed at her, trying to break free, but Vivienne held him still with a single, firm cw. She devoured the arm with a predatory slowness, sav the warmth of his life force slipping away with each bite. His struggles grew weaker, his breath more bored as she feasted.

  "You should’ve knower than to think you could resist me," Vivienne purred, her voice low and dripping with satisfa. She pulled away for a moment, her lips smeared with his blood, a dark smile pying on her face. "You gave me what I wanted. Now... I’ll take what’s mine."

  With that, she returo her meal, her cws cutting through the muscle and boh ease, each mouthful a siingly satisfying reminder of her power. Drevaris’s body vulsed beh her, but he owerless to stop her. She could feel the st remnants of his life force fading as his screams turned into ained whimpers.

  When she finally fihere was nothi of him but a bloody, dismembered corpse. Vivienne leaned back, lig the blood from her lips as she surveyed the wreckage.

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