Chapter 56

Her

Intuition

Was her

Favorite

Super Power

~a quote

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The book stays on that same page as it slams onto the floor. The gory image smiling back at me chills my heart. It is a picture of my past life's parents' dead body, sprawled out on the floor with blood seeping from their wounds. How did this get here? Who is so cruel as to do this!? Did they get some perverted sense of satisfaction scaring me?

But the question that was at the fore front of my mind is..... Someone might have reincarnated just like me. And they might be after me.

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"Juu, did you do what I asked." A cold voive resonates from the shadows. His seductively deep voice carries a tone of arrogance and murder.

"Yes master, the girl picked it up as you said." His thin, red tinted lips slightly tilt upward. Satisfied with the results he says, "Good, you may go and get your reward."

"Thank you master." The shadow guard then dissipates, leaving the cold hearted master inside his study.

He gets up from his chair, walking towards the large window that gives him a perfect view of the forbidden land. He then conjures up a lit cigar, and takes a long whiff inhaling the toxic air.

The man looks down at the picture frame in his slender hand. It's relatively new, as if it had just been made moments ago. In his grasp is a portrait of Melia that had been taken during her talk with Maximus. Her vibrant eyes are especially clear, long, thick, silver hair held up in a pony tail, stray tendrils framimg her face.

"Haha, I can't believe you thought you were safe. In this world I make the rules; you Bai An, are mine."

He then move his eyes to the door, telling the person to speak.

"She's here."

"Ah, so quick!? That's fine, since she is eager to court death, why should I make my prey wait." A dark black robe enshrouds his tall, masculine frame in mystery. He goes to the door, staring the guard in the eye.

"Haachi," He says it lazily but the guard tenses in fright. Falling to his knees in a bow.

"I see, that you've been helping her." Haachi stays silent.

"Do you know what I do to those who betray me." His voice is dangerously low.

Only now can you sense the undisguised rage interwining with the baritone bass. Haachi is now shaking. You can sense the raw fear radiating from off of his body. No one like him understands how evil his master is. Under that lazy façade is a demonic heart.

He regrets taking the bribe from that poisonous woman previously. He shouldn't have told her where his master whereabouts are. But her sultry body, it was so tempting.

While the guard was lost in his thoughts of regret, the man waved his hand with a disgusted sneer. The shadows rush towards the unsuspecting guard gnawing on his body.

"M-master please! I'm sorry. I won't do it again! Make it stop!!!"

"Hmph, okay." He calls off the shadow creatures.

Soon all that's left is Haachi's body on the floor, his bones almost clearly visible on his leg.

The man gazes at Haachi's magnled body for a while before spitting out, "pathetic, go and get healed." Ambling to the foyer, his cracked mask repairing itself.

As he arrives to the foyer, his 'guest' makes her way toward him, moving her hɨps around and about in an attempt to be seductive.

"Did you miss me, hmm?" She softly humms out the ending, a sensual low pitched note.

The man smiles in response. Yet, there's almost in imperceivable flash of darkness in his eyes. Who knows what hidden meaning lies beneath that gentle tug of the lip.

"Ms......"

"It's Jezebeth, but you can call me Beth."

"Ms.Jezebeth, I advise you to act with self constraint. Your behavior is unsightly." Hearing his words, Jezebeths' foxy smirk freezes; as an ugly expression takes over her face.

Still, she knows that she cannot turn back. Not this time. She's so close to killing that bitch and her bastard offsprings, then she can be the empress. But without this man's help, it'll all be for naught.

She knows that he's dangerous, but with her voluptuous figure, what man can resist?

She moves her slim fair hand to touch his neck, but it is caught in a death grip.

"I said that would be the last time I helped you. Your failure has caused me an important chess piece. Now that she's dead, me and you have no relations."

He applies pressure to her wrist, the sound of a bone cracking echoing throughout the vicinity.

"Please. I just need more time. It was that foxy brats fault. She somehow knows what I'm gonna do before I do it. Just give me one mor-"

"You've had your chance. The deals off."

"But think about what I can give you once I succeed."

"I don't have to think, because I know you won't succeed."

"Rowan I-" his stroking brown eyes turn a shade darker. The look on his face sinister as he lets his facade drop. The veins in his arm protrude through his skin as he wraps his free arm around her neck, lifting the woman in the air.

He gazes at her dead in the eye, "You know not to say my name."

"My ap- apologize, I wasn't thinking. Let me go, pl-please. I've learnt my le-lesson." She claws at the hands choking the air out of her. Leaving blood streaks against them.

Looking at the struggling woman trying to hold onto her life makes him happy. He applies more pressure to see how long she can last. Jezebeth's eyes bulge out of her head, she doesn't want to die.

She can't!

This shouldn't be happening!

Why is it like this now?

Why!

She was so close!

The life soon drains from her eyes. Jezebeth's body going limp. He releases her dead body letting it drop to the cold marble floor.

"Someone come clean this mess up." He lazily says. Then Rowan turns around, returning to his study. Thoughts racing through his calculating mind. Who does that woman think she is. To dare try and kill his! She's lucky he gave her an easy death. No one gets the satisfaction to kill his prey except for him.

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