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Chapter 7 - Chapter 7 – Assassin’s Kiss

‎Midnight cloaked Blackthorne City in velvet shadows.

‎Above it all, atop a derelict clocktower overlooking the urban sprawl, Velarion waited.

‎His crimson eyes shimmered in the dark, his aura dampened but coiled like a predator ready to strike. The system's mini-raid countdown ticked in the corner of his vision. Eleven hours until the Searing Wyrm tore open a nest of fire beneath the city.

‎But something else stirred in the wind.

‎Something… deliciously dangerous.

‎He didn't turn when he heard the shift of steel on stone.

‎"You're late," he said, his voice calm but laced with amusement.

‎A whisper of leather. A breeze carrying faint jasmine and poison. Then silence.

‎Velarion grinned.

‎"Come now," he continued. "You came to kill me, didn't you, assassin?"

‎A blur flashed forward—fast, silent, precise.

‎Twin daggers gleamed in the moonlight as they arced toward his throat.

‎He moved like smoke. One step back, one palm raised, catching her by the wrist.

‎Her hood fell.

‎Eyes like molten obsidian locked with his. Lips stained crimson. Black tattoos curled down her neck, glowing faintly with enchantment sigils.

‎She was beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful—lethal, wild, impossible to contain.

‎"I'm impressed," Velarion murmured.

‎She ripped free, flipped mid-air, landed crouched and ready.

‎"No one's supposed to dodge that," she hissed.

‎"Correction—no human is."

‎She froze. "...What are you?"

‎He stepped into the moonlight, aura flaring just slightly. Shadow and flame coiled around his shoulders like a cape woven from death itself.

‎She didn't retreat. She grinned.

‎"Doesn't matter. The contract is clear—kill Adrian Cain. Payment: two chaos crystals and access to the Lunar Fang Guild."

‎"Then kill him," Velarion said, his voice dropping into something primal. "Because Adrian Cain is already dead."

‎Her breath hitched—but only for a moment. She lunged.

‎Steel met fire.

‎Their battle was a deadly dance across the rooftop—daggers singing through air, blocked by tendrils of dark flame. She was quick. Elegant. Nearly a blur.

‎But he was… sovereign.

‎Velarion caught her ankle mid-spin and slammed her to the floor, pinning her wrists above her head in a single motion.

‎She didn't scream.

‎She laughed.

‎"I was told you'd be strong. But I didn't think you'd be… fun."

‎"You like this?" he asked, amused.

‎"I like power."

‎> [Target Detected: Nyx – Assassin-Class Variant. Status: Unbonded.] [System Compatibility: High. Soul Conflict Level: 74% – Initiate Dark Ritual Override?] [Warning: Consent Threshold Not Met. Initiating Domination Protocol Requires Lust Trigger.]

‎Velarion's eyes gleamed.

‎"Let me guess," he said, his voice lowering. "You've never failed a kill mission before."

‎Her breathing was quick now, her body straining under him—but not to escape. To feel.

‎"No," she whispered.

‎"And yet, here you are. On your back. Heart racing. Body responding."

‎"You talk too much."

‎He smirked.

‎"Let's skip the foreplay."

‎He kissed her.

‎Not gently. Not sweetly.

‎It was a claim.

‎Dark fire rippled between them as her system interface flickered open, involuntarily syncing to his frequency.

‎Her pupils dilated as the System screamed into her mind.

‎> [Dark Ritual Initiated – Soul Sync: Forced Submission Sequence Engaged.] [Lust Trigger Met. Resistance: 28%... 15%... 4%...] [Override Complete.] [Soul Brand Engraved: Assassin's Kiss.] [New Passive: Shadowmeld +8% | Loyalty Threshold Locked Until Will Break Event.]

‎Nyx moaned, her body arching as the soul-binding runes etched into her skin began to glow.

‎Her daggers clattered to the rooftop, forgotten.

‎Velarion leaned close, lips brushing her ear. "Your body belongs to me. Your soul is mine now. Kill me… or kneel."

‎She trembled—then slowly, willingly—slid to her knees before him.

‎"Kill me," she whispered, eyes wide with wild hunger. "Or claim me."

‎He placed a hand atop her head, dark fire flickering between his fingers.

‎"I claim you."

‎> [Soul-Bond: Nyx – Assassin-Class – COMPLETE.] [Bond Level: 11% – Trait Unlocked: Phantom Step.] [Combat Assist Function: Shadow Strike + Bleed Applied.] [Emotional Response: Submission | Rebellion Suppressed.]

‎She looked up at him—panting, flushed, eyes glazed with dangerous devotion.

‎"You're not like the others," she whispered.

‎"No," he said. "I'm not. I'm worse."

‎He turned toward the city skyline.

‎"Gear up. We raid at dawn."

‎> [Mini-Raid Bonded Members: 3/3 – Requirement Met.] [Target: Searing Wyrm, Nest of Cinders.] [Bonus Objective: Maintain Bond Integrity Throughout Raid.] [Failure = Bond Break Penalty.]

‎Nyx stood behind him, stretching like a panther. Her grin was sharp and hungry.

‎"Let's go burn the world, my King."

‎Velarion smirked.

‎"We'll start with a wyrm."

‎The wind howled softly across the rooftop, the city far below unaware of the shadow war about to ignite.

‎Velarion turned away from the skyline, his thoughts already calculating the raid formation. But Nyx lingered, her gaze burning into his back.

‎"Is this what you do?" she asked, her voice low. "Break women… and rebuild them in your image?"

‎He paused.

‎Then turned slowly, his expression unreadable.

‎"No," he said. "I don't break queens. I awaken them."

‎Nyx tilted her head, eyes narrowed. "Then why do I feel like I'm on a leash?"

‎Velarion stepped forward, each movement predatory, calculated. He lifted her chin with two fingers, his touch firm.

‎"Because you were born with chains around your throat," he whispered. "And for the first time, someone gave them purpose."

‎A shiver ran through her. Not fear. Hunger.

‎> [Bond Level: 13% – Emotional Shift Detected: Obsession | Rising Will Conflict.] [Unlocking Passive Perk: Blade Mistress – Critical Damage +6% When Near Host.]

‎Nyx's system chimed softly behind her eyes, but she ignored it. Her body was adjusting, her aura syncing to his rhythm. She could feel him in her veins, in every breath.

‎This wasn't magic.

‎It was possession.

‎And somehow… she wanted more.

‎She stepped back. "If you want me ready for this raid, I need my gear."

‎Velarion smirked. "It's already in your inventory. Check your system."

‎She blinked.

‎> [New Equipment: Shadowfang Suit – Bound to Host's Aura. Resistance to Fire +18%. Camouflage: Active.] [Weapon Unlock: Dagger Pair – "Kiss & Curse" – Trait: Bleed, Marked Target.]

‎She looked down as her casual assassin gear shimmered—replaced by a sleek, skin-tight obsidian suit laced with crimson glyphs that pulsed like living veins. Her new blades appeared in her hands, perfectly balanced, humming with dark power.

‎"…You prepared this?"

‎"I knew you'd come. And I knew you'd kneel."

‎"You're arrogant," she muttered.

‎"I'm accurate."

‎> [Harem Sync Update – Total Bonded: 3] [System Tier Increase: Harem Core LVL 2 Reached – New Slot Unlocked.] [Perk Unlocked: Linked Strike – Bonded allies deal +15% bonus damage to shared targets.]

‎The rooftop lit up faintly with red sigils as the system recalibrated.

‎Velarion turned away again, already issuing silent commands.

‎Selene and Kira appeared in his mental interface—waiting below in the shadow corridor near the school's edge.

‎> [Sync Check – Combatants Ready.] [Mini-Raid Entry Point: Sewer Tunnel beneath Ash District.] [Target Zone Status: Dormant.] [Time Until Awakening: 5h 43m]

‎Velarion's thoughts moved fast.

‎Selene's frost magic. Kira's radar scans. Nyx's infiltration.

‎He had his trinity. His raid core.

‎But more than that… he had his empire's foundation.

‎Suddenly, Nyx's voice cut through the air.

‎"One more thing."

‎He turned. She stood close, her expression unreadable.

‎"You claimed me. Fine. But if I ever find out you're weak—soft—like the rest…"

‎She leaned up, her breath against his lips.

‎"I'll slit your throat with a smile."

‎Velarion smiled darkly, unfazed.

‎"I wouldn't have it any other way."

‎She kissed him—fast, savage, claiming.

‎Then turned and vanished into the shadows like smoke.

‎> [Bond Level: 15% – Trait Strengthened: Assassin's Resurgence – Bonus Damage from Stealth Attacks Increased.]

‎Velarion stood alone once more atop the tower.

‎But now the night whispered with danger. With potential.

‎He extended a hand, calling forth a black flame that took the shape of a spear.

‎"The Searing Wyrm will fall," he said to the wind. "And with it… the city will learn who rules the dungeons now."

‎> [DUNGEON RAID OBJECTIVE: Searing Wyrm of Cinders] [Location: Ash District – Collapsing Underpass] [Optional Loot: Class Upgrade Token | Dungeon Core | Flamebound Skill Orb]

‎> [Midnight Approaches… 5h 30m Remaining.]

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