"Jaxon?? JAXON?!?"
"Who's there?!"
"AAAARGHHH!"
"YOU DEMON!!"
"NOOOOOOO!!!!"
From inside his bedroom, Edgar hears the guards' screams with his ear pressed against the door, his expression a mix of confusion and terror.
'What the hell is happening out there?!' He desperately wants to know but dares not open the door, and with each scream, his fear grows more intense.
'Who? Who would attack my family?!' He tries to find an answer in his mind. 'The Drummonds? No... Josephine wouldn't dare. Then maybe...
that guy... he really seemed like a bloodthirsty psychopath...'
'Arthur... could he have come here after me?' Edgar starts to tremble uncontrollably. 'He couldn't possibly kill so many Elite Warriors alone... that's impossible!'
Amidst his thoughts, Edgar fails to notice the dwindling screams of the guards until only silence remains, a silence even more terrifying.
'The screams... did he kill them all?!?' Edgar presses his ear harder against the door, trying to hear any sound from the other side, but there is only silence...
*Creeeack*
The sound of metal and wood echoes within the room as someone slowly manipulates the door handle.
"AH!?" Edgar leaps back in fright and falls to the floor, quickly scrambling away from the door. 'No! No!! No!!! Go away!!!'
The room's air thickens with impending dread as the door handle turns ever so slightly, hinting at the arrival of an unseen horror. Edgar, cornered and powerless, can only wait in the palpable silence, wondering if his next breath might be his last.
He pleads to all the gods he knows, but the doorknob continues to turn slowly, nearly reaching its end. At this moment, time seems to slow, cold sweat dripping down Edgar's face.
"No, no, no... please..."
Edgar feels a warm, foul-smelling liquid trickle down his leg, staining his clothes and the floor. As the door appears about to open, he closes his eyes, completely overwhelmed by fear, his breathing heavy and heart racing. "Pleeeease..."
But then the knob turns fully, and the door does not open. A brown glow surrounds the door, and Edgar sighs in relief. 'The lock spell! He can't get in!?'
The doorknob remains still, and silence reigns again, giving Edgar hope. 'I just have to hold on until my father comes to save me... not even that demon can defeat a Champion, right??'
Edgar thinks he is safe, but he only has a minute of relief before a female whisper penetrates the door.
"Claustra solve."
The room's lights dim, and the brown glow at the door disappears completely, plunging Edgar into panic again. "NO!?!"
The doorknob is turned again, this time all the way... and the door is pushed open.
*Squeeek*
The only sound is the creaking of the door, and all Edgar sees is the deep darkness of the corridor. A wave of cold air mixed with the smell of fresh blood enters the room, making Edgar feel face-to-face with death itself.
"WHO?! WHO'S THERE?!?!"
"Hum hum... hum hum... hum humm..."
As Lady Death approaches him, Edgar's eyes turn towards Arthur, filled with regret, pleading for forgiveness in the form of a quick and less painful death.
"BROTHER?!" A figure appears at the door of the room; it's the Viscount's daughter, Edgar's sister. As soon as she sees Arthur's face, she is shocked. "YOU?!"
"Me?" He smiles provocatively at her.
"FUCK YOU!!!" She charges toward Arthur with a spear in hand.
*Shoosh*
He pulls a needle from his belt and dips its tip in the toxin before quickly hurling it at the woman.
*Ziip*
Arthur sidesteps the spear attack, his fingers tracing the shaft of the spear to the woman's hands and then directly to her neck.
"WHAT?!" She feels her body quickly becoming numb as Arthur wraps his arm around her neck.
Her spear falls from her hands, and she is completely overpowered by Arthur, who tilts her body over Edgar's. The siblings' eyes meet, both filled with despair.
"Ah, our sisters... isn't there nothing we wouldn't do for them, right?" Arthur's cold voice sounds, and Edgar sees his curved blade appear at his sister's neck.
'No! Not this!!!' Edgar pleads just as his sister does, but nothing stops Arthur's blade from slicing her neck open, causing her blood to gush directly over his face and into his open mouth.
Both die in a dirty and brutal manner; Edgar witnessing the look of pain and despair on his sister's face, and she with her blood all over his face contorted in agony.
"Ohhh..." Arthur releases the woman's body over Edgar's and puts his hand on his own chest, feeling his heart beating slow down. He closes his eyes and enjoys that feeling he experienced the first time as Liam, a pleasurable sensation of peace.
He stays for a whole minute, just enjoying the moment, until his voice sounds again, this time in a loving and curious tone. "Did you see everything?"
"Yes, I did," Aria's voice sounds in front of Arthur, also loving.
"And what do you think?"
"Fair?"
"I mean about me..."
"Impressive?"
"That's not it... I mean, knowing about my dark side is one thing, but now you've really seen me as I am inside... how much I enjoy this shit."
"Yeah, I see you..." Aria's voice sounds closer and Arthur feels her touch on his face, gently cleaning the blood over it. "I see you, my son... my beloved little boy..."
"And that doesn't make you... sick?"
"How could it?" Aria laughs as she uses her hand to clean the blood from Arthur's face, her fingers reaching his lips. "You're no different from me..."
Arthur opens his eyes, but he still can't see Aria even though she's right in front of him. Yet, he can feel her touch, and based on it, he stretches out his hand to touch her face, too.
This time, she does nothing to stop him and just lets him touch her. His fingers run over her cheeks until they reach her lips, too. "Mother..."
Aria sees Arthur slowly moving his head forward, bringing his lips towards hers. Many reasons to recoil come to her mind, but her body completely ignores them, and she stands still, letting him kiss her.
The metallic taste of blood on his lips is strange, but neither can it overcome the aphrodisiac taste of his saliva, and his smell invades her nose, making the kiss just wonderful, a bloody kiss.
Arthur slips his other hand to the back of her neck and forces his tongue inside her mouth, intertwining it with her tongue and sucking her delicious sweet nectar.