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Chapter 224 – The Fall of House Valefor
Chapter 224 – The Fall of House Valefor
The night was quiet.
Too quiet.
The kind of silence that came before a storm.
And at the gates of House Valefor, a lone woman stood beneath the moonlight.
She was once the matriarch of this house.
Now—she was nothing more than a puppet on Seraphis’ strings.
Tonight, her final act would begin.
A Return to the Lion’s Den
She stepped forward, her regal posture unwavering.
The guards stationed at the entrance tensed at her presence.
One of them—a senior knight—stepped forward, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Lady Valefor…?"
She gave him a soft smile.
"I need to speak with the Head of the Family immediately."
The knight hesitated.
It had been years since she had set foot on these grounds.
Her name had been erased.
Her existence forgotten.
Yet here she was, standing tall like a ghost from the past.
The knight swallowed and turned to his subordinate.
"Go inside. Inform Lord Valefor."
The younger guard gave a sharp nod and disappeared into the mansion.
Moments later, he returned.
"He will see you, Lady Valefor."
A smile curved at her lips.
"Good."
A Meeting with the Doomed
The doors of the mansion groaned as they swung open.
Inside, the grand halls of House Valefor remained unchanged.
Golden chandeliers. Blood-red carpets. Walls lined with portraits of the great Valefor ancestors.
A house built on power and blood.
She walked through the halls, her footsteps silent.
At last, she reached the grand office where three figures awaited her.
Lord Valefor.
His two sons.
The patriarch sat behind a mahogany desk, his crimson eyes sharp as daggers.
"You have some nerve returning here."
His voice was cold.
But she did not falter.
She stepped forward, folding her hands in front of her.
"I came because of the Sleepers."
A heavy silence filled the room.
The eldest son exchanged glances with his father.
The younger narrowed his eyes.
"What do you know?" the patriarch demanded.
She smiled.
"Everything."
And then—
The doors burst open.
The Attack Begins
A guard stumbled inside, blood dripping from his lips.
His armor was cracked, his sword barely clutched in his trembling hand.
"My Lord—" he choked.
"The house is under attack!"
The air grew still.
Lord Valefor shot up from his seat.
"By who?"
The guard struggled to breathe.
"A thousand knights… in unknown armor."
Fear flickered in his eyes.
"We… we don’t know who they serve."
The patriarch’s hands clenched.
"Get my family to safety—"
But before he could finish—
The guard’s body jerked.
A long blade had impaled him from behind.
Blood splattered onto the floor.
Behind him stood one of her knights, his expression empty.
The guard’s corpse slid off the sword, crumpling to the ground.
And then—
She turned to face her former husband and sons.
She smiled.
"Take them outside."
The Execution of House Valefor
They resisted.
Of course, they did.
But resistance meant nothing when fate had already been decided.
The knights seized them, dragging them into the courtyard.
The once-proud Lord Valefor was forced to his knees.
His sons—bound beside him.
The remaining members of House Valefor watched in horror.
The skies above were dark, the full moon bearing witness to the end of a dynasty.
The puppet queen stood before them.
She reached for a sword from her knight’s belt.
A beautiful, curved blade.
And then—
She spoke.
"Today is the day you die."
Her voice was soft.
Almost loving.
And with a single clean stroke—
She decapitated Lord Valefor.
His head rolled across the stone pavement.
His sons screamed—
But their voices were cut short.
Because they too met the same fate.
The Fall of a Bloodline
The remaining knights roared in triumph.
The massacre began.
The unknown army swarmed the mansion, cutting down every knight, every vampire, every servant who stood in their way.
Blood splattered against the walls.
Screams echoed into the night.
Flames began to rise.
And as the fires consumed House Valefor—
Seraphis’ puppet queen stood at the center of it all.
A perfect servant.
A tool without a mind of her own.
And when the last body had fallen—
She returned home.
The Puppet’s Final Bow
Seraphis was waiting.
Lounging on a velvet couch, a glass of red wine in her hand.
As her puppet entered, Seraphis smiled.
"You’ve been a good little doll."
The woman bowed.
"I live to serve, Lady Seraphis."
Seraphis chuckled.
"Swift and obedient. Exactly how I like them."
She waved a hand.
"Now go rest. You’ll need your strength for what’s coming next."
The puppet nodded and left without a word.
Seraphis took a slow sip of wine.
Then—
She stood, stretching her limbs.
It was time for her own prize.
She descended into the depths of the estate.
The hidden library awaited her.
The Forbidden Knowledge
The air was thick with dust and magic.
Rows of bookshelves stretched before her, packed with forbidden tomes.
Spells that had been lost to time.
Rituals deemed too dangerous.
Secrets that could unravel the world itself.
Seraphis’ fingers brushed over the spines of ancient texts.
And she smiled.
"All mine."
She began taking them all, her arms filled with the weight of power untold.
Soon—
She would learn everything.
She would unlock secrets no one else possessed.
And then—
The world would burn in the wake of her ambition.