Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

"That little loli," Emberly muttered under her breath, the only one in the realm bold enough to refer to the Phantom Goddess with such irreverence. Few would dare to speak that way about a being of such power, but Emberly had always had a special relationship with those who transcended the mortal realm.

Her audacity was part of her charm, a characteristic that both endeared and intimidated those around her.

Another thing was, Song knew the special relationship between Emberly and the Goddess, a sense of fondness between them.

The Goddess to be said to be bit favorist when it came to Emberly, a special treatment only Emberly and Mira enjoyed.

As they approached the Obsidian ancestral mansion, the towering iron gates swung open with a groaning creak, revealing the estate beyond. While the outer walls were built of stone and moss, giving the mansion an ancient, almost primeval feel, the interiors were equipped with all the modern luxuries money and magic could buy.

The mansion's aura resonated with ancient power, whispering of the countless generations of Obsidian family members who had lived—and died—within its walls.

But it had a strange touch, aura of power to it, something so powerful added by the presence of certain beings.

The driveway stretched out like a black ribbon, lined with intricately carved statues of dragons, their fierce expressions a reminder of the Obsidian family's long-standing connection to the Dragon Empire.

Even the Phantoms, the shadowy beings that lurked in the darker corners of the estate, seemed to hold a certain reverence for this place.

Here, within these walls, the very air hummed with magic, a palpable presence that kept outsiders at bay. Explore new worlds at empire

As they pulled up to the front entrance, Emberly stepped in, smoothing the rich fabric of her gown with a casual elegance.

She moved with the grace of someone accustomed to power, her every step a declaration of authority.

Even Song, who had served her faithfully for years, could not help but stand a little straighter in her presence.

It was funny how a being, a mortal could ensnare him, an immortal through and through, and not just any immortal but a phantom, yet in her eyes, Emberly, Song was just a subordinate.

"Song," Emberly said, her voice low but commanding, "ensure that everything is ready. I'll meet with Anastasia in the vault shortly.

With a nod, Song turned and made his way to the side entrance, his form dissolving into the shadows as he moved. The Phantoms, always watching, always waiting, slipped through the walls like mist, ever-present but never fully seen.

Presences that gave the mansion a fierce feeling to anyone who trends closer.

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As Emberly entered the mansion, the cool air of the ancient stone halls washed over her, the familiar scent of aged wood and forgotten magic filling her lungs. The hallway leading to the vault was lined with portraits of past Obsidian leaders—each one a reminder of the family's unbroken line of succession, stretching back centuries.

Emberly knew each one of them from ancient times to the time before she took the mantles for the family.

"Let's hope my portrait will be closer to Lucy's!" But she knew that was so long from now, she doubted she would even be here only remembered on the portrait like being like Lucy.

But even as she walked, her mind was racing ahead. The viral, the very thing had been hidden away in the vault for so long, might finally serve its purpose.

She couldn't help but marvel at how Lucy Obsidian's boldness in the past had set the stage for their potential victory today.

"It's as if she had seen the future, how I crave every night to have met her at least once!" But that was a far cry.

But there was a nagging doubt in her mind. Would the viral be enough? Was there a risk in wielding such a thing, one tied to the blood of a godly vampire? Emberly wasn't sure, but she knew that Pyris's involvement would tip the scales.

They would find a way to make it work, together. The idea of working alongside her son in this grand scheme stirred something deep within her—pride, yes, but something more as well.

As she made her way deeper into the mansion, the vault doors loomed ahead. Massive and made of obsidian metal infused with magic, they stood as a testament to the lengths the family would go to protect their most prized possessions.

The vault itself was a repository of power, home to relics, weapons, and secrets that could reshape the empire if unleashed.

At that moment, Anastasia appeared, her hair pulled back into a simple braid. Despite her "reluctance", she had come, as she always did when her mother requested her presence.

Anastasia wore the protective bracelets, artifacts designed to shield her from the Phantoms' dark energy. Her natural life energy clashed fiercely with the darkness of the Phantoms, something they had always struggled to manage.

But with the bracelets, she was safe.

One would wonder, were phantoms this affected by life energy? No! Among all they have met, only Anastasia's life energy could make them uncomfortable but still not all of them, the strongest couldn't be bothered by her energy at all.

"There you are," Anastasia said, her tone tinged with mild annoyance but softened by affection. "Let's get this over with. You know how much I hate the vault."

Emberly smiled, though her mind remained sharp, focused on the task ahead. "I appreciate your patience, dear. I promise we won't be long."

They descended the final staircase into the vault, their footsteps echoing against the stone walls. As they neared the entrance, Emberly placed her hand on the intricate magical seals that locked the vault, whispering something ancient passed down through the generations.

The locks clicked, the sound of gears turning within the heavy doors, and with a final release of energy, the vault opened.

Inside, the air was thick with ancient magic. Many artifacts and treasures lined up here but it was a sight both Emberly and Anastasia were used to.

The viral rested on a pedestal in the center of the room, bathed in a soft, ethereal light. It looked deceptively simple—an orb of shimmering black and red, no larger than a human fist.

But Emberly knew better than to underestimate its power.

"This is it?" Anastasia asked, stepping closer but keeping a wary distance. "This is what we're going to use to sway Dracula?"

Emberly nodded. "It's not just the viral itself," she explained, "but what we can create from it. A god's blood is the key to enhancing the power of vampires—pushing them beyond their limits, granting them power they've never imagined."

Anastasia raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "And you think Dracula will be interested in that?"

"He will be," Emberly replied confidently. "Dracula may be powerful, but his hunger for more has always been his greatest weakness. This viral, or rather, what we can create from it, will appeal to him on a level nothing else could."

Emberly knew just giving the viral was more than enough to Dracula but she couldn't do such a mistake, or would make him so powerful yes, but it will snatch away an opportunity for Obsidians to have some kind of leverage on him!

She couldn't have that.

For a moment, silence filled the vault, the weight of their plan hanging heavily between them.

"And if it doesn't?" Anastasia asked, her voice soft but serious.

Emberly turned to face her daughter, her expression hardening. "Then we'll deal with that when the time comes. But trust me, Dracula won't be able to resist this."

Somethings weren't meant to be said and she kept alot as an adult.

With a final glance at the viral, Emberly turned on her heel and led the way back out of the vault. There was much to prepare, and time was of the essence.

As they ascended the stairs back into the mansion's main hall, Emberly's thoughts briefly flickered to Pyris.

She could sense the tension building within him, the weight of his responsibilities bearing down on him. He was ready to step into his role as the head of House Obsidian, and this plan—this move against Dracula—would be the first of many in his rise to power.

Together, they would see it through. Together, they would reshape the world.

Their goal? To be ready when gods descends!