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Chapter 227 – The List of the Dead
Chapter 227 – The List of the Dead
The Blood Ledger
The candlelight flickered in the dark chamber.
Sena sat at the worn wooden desk, dipping the quill into an inkwell filled with crimson ink—a fitting color for what they were about to do.
Beside her, Lilith leaned against the wall, one knee pulled up, spinning a dagger between her fingers. The blade caught the dim light, casting shimmering arcs of silver as it twirled.
The parchment before them was empty.
But not for long.
"Let's make a list," Sena said coldly.
Lilith grinned.
"A hit list?"
Sena nodded, the tip of her quill hovering over the parchment.
"Every name we write down dies."
Lilith let out a soft, delighted hum.
"I do love a guarantee."
One by one, they etched the names of the condemned.
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Lord Valefor – The head of the house. A vampire of great influence.
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Lucien Valefor – His most trusted son, a warrior of terrifying skill.
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Elias Valefor – The younger son, a strategist and scholar.
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Lady Morgana Valefor – The matriarch, said to practice forbidden magic.
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High Marshal Ravnos – Commander of the Valefor forces, a battle-hardened general.
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The Five Elders – A council of vampires that controlled the city’s underworld.
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Count Varian Blackthorn – A noble aligned with the Valefors.
And more.
By the time the ink dried, a dozen names were listed.
All marked for death.
Lilith traced a finger along the parchment, her red eyes gleaming with hunger.
"Where do we start?"
Sena didn't hesitate.
"Lord Valefor's right hand—High Marshal Ravnos."
Lilith laughed softly.
"Oh, this will be fun."
And so, the hunt began.
The High Marshal
Deep in the heart of the city, Fort Valefor loomed.
It was a fortress carved from black stone, its towering spires wrapped in heavy shadows. Guards patrolled its walls, their gleaming halberds reflecting the pale moonlight.
Inside, seated in a war room adorned with old maps and battle banners, was High Marshal Ravnos.
A monster of a man.
Muscles like iron cords, a face lined with scars, and a presence that exuded sheer authority. He was no ordinary vampire.
He was a warrior.
A commander who had led countless battles.
And tonight—
He would fight his last.
The Infiltration
Sena and Lilith moved through the shadows like wraiths.
Sena slipped past the guards unseen, a master of silence, weaving through the corridors like a ghost.
Lilith, on the other hand, preferred a more… entertaining approach.
She left bodies in her wake.
Guards slumped to the floor, their throats slit so cleanly that they didn’t even have time to scream.
The fortress was asleep, unaware of the death creeping through its halls.
Then—
They reached the war room.
Behind the heavy oak doors, High Marshal Ravnos sat, sipping wine, his fingers tapping against the hilt of his greatsword.
He felt them before he saw them.
"Who’s there?"
His voice was gravel and steel.
Sena opened the door slowly, stepping into the flickering candlelight.
Lilith followed.
Ravnos rose, his eyes narrowing.
"Ah… assassins."
He cracked his neck, unafraid.
"I was wondering when you'd come."
Then—
He lunged.
The Battle of the High Marshal
The clash was instant.
Ravnos swung his greatsword in a brutal arc, the sheer force shattering the table in half.
Sena dodged, moving like a whisper, her blade flashing as she struck—
But Ravnos was fast.
He twisted mid-air, blocking with his gauntlet, the steel absorbing the blow.
Then he retaliated.
A brutal kick—fast, precise.
Sena barely managed to twist away, her body gliding through the air like silk.
Lilith struck next.
Her daggers whirled, the air singing with their speed—
But Ravnos deflected every attack.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The room filled with the sound of metal meeting metal.
Ravnos was no fool.
He knew how to fight assassins.
And he was winning.
Turning the Tide
Sena analyzed him in seconds.
His movements.
His strengths.
His weaknesses.
"He's reading our attacks," she murmured.
Lilith grinned.
"Then let's make it unreadable."
They switched tactics.
Sena disappeared into the darkness—her illusions twisting the room into a nightmare of shifting shapes and vanishing shadows.
Ravnos growled, his eyes darting from side to side.
"Cowards!" he roared.
Lilith took advantage of his momentary distraction—
She lunged from behind, her dagger sinking into his back.
Ravnos grunted in pain—
But didn't fall.
Instead, he grabbed Lilith by the throat and hurled her into a wall.
CRACK.
Lilith coughed, blood trickling from her lips.
But she only laughed.
"Oh, you are strong."
Sena struck then—
A perfect attack.
Her blade pierced his side, cutting through armor and flesh.
Ravnos staggered.
For the first time—fear entered his eyes.
Sena whispered into his ear.
"Your name was first on the list."
Ravnos snarled.
"Then kill me."
Lilith leaned in, pressing another dagger against his throat.
"Gladly."
And with one swift motion—
They ended him.
Blood pooled beneath his feet.
His body slumped to the ground.
A great warrior.
A High Marshal of legend.
Now—
Nothing but a corpse.
Lilith sighed dramatically.
"One down."
Sena picked up the parchment.
Dipped her quill.
And—
Crossed out his name.