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Chapter 228 – The Witch of House Valefor
Chapter 228 – The Witch of House Valefor
A Name Marked for Death
The candle’s flame flickered as Sena dipped her quill into the red ink.
The next name on the list glowed ominously in the dim light:
Lady Morgana Valefor.
A woman feared throughout the vampire aristocracy.
A practitioner of forbidden magic.
A ruler of shadows.
And tonight—
She would die.
Lilith smirked as she sharpened her daggers.
"Think she’ll be a challenge?"
Sena closed the ledger and met Lilith’s gaze.
"She better be."
With that, they vanished into the night—silent as the wind, deadly as the storm.
The Lair of the Witch
The Valefor Estate was a mansion of twisted beauty, its architecture a mix of elegance and madness.
Dark spires reached for the sky like skeletal fingers, gargoyles perched on ledges, their stone eyes glowing with eerie red light.
The gates were forged from obsidian, etched with arcane runes pulsing with unseen energy.
A warning to trespassers.
A warning Sena and Lilith ignored.
They slipped past the guards, moving like phantoms in the night.
Through winding corridors, they crept toward Lady Morgana’s chamber.
Then—
A whisper in the dark.
"I was expecting you."
The shadows came alive.
And the battle began.
A Witch’s Wrath
The walls twisted, shifting like a breathing entity.
The air thickened, crackling with dark sorcery.
From the darkness, Lady Morgana emerged—
Her presence a storm of power and madness.
She wore robes of deep violet, embroidered with cursed runes that seemed to slither and writhe like living things.
Her silver hair cascaded down her back, contrasting starkly against her ashen skin.
And her eyes—glowing like embers—bore into them with unnatural intensity.
"Assassins… how quaint."
She raised her hand.
The room exploded.
The Battle of the Cursed Hall
Sena and Lilith dove aside as black tendrils erupted from the walls, lunging like living spears.
Lilith twisted mid-air, slicing through the shadowy appendages—but they regenerated instantly.
Sena’s eyes narrowed.
"Illusions. No—living magic."
Lady Morgana smirked.
"Let’s see how well you dance."
She snapped her fingers—
And the floor vanished.
Gravity ceased.
Sena and Lilith found themselves weightless, suspended in an abyss of shifting nightmares.
A thousand screaming faces surrounded them, mouths gaping in silent agony.
Lilith lashed out with her daggers, but the shadows swallowed them whole.
Morgana’s laughter echoed, her voice like a thousand whispers in the void.
"You cannot kill a shadow."
Sena gritted her teeth.
"Then I’ll carve the light into it."
Her fingers moved—weaving a counterspell, disrupting the dark energy.
Reality shattered.
The illusion broke apart like glass.
They slammed onto the stone floor, the air ripping back into their lungs.
Pain flared.
Blood dripped.
But they were alive.
And Morgana was angry.
The Wounded Huntresses
"Impressive," Morgana murmured, her eyes flashing with malice.
Then—
She raised both hands, chanting in an ancient tongue.
The entire room responded.
Chains of black fire erupted from the ground—lashing out like whips.
Sena dodged left—too slow.
A chain wrapped around her arm, burning deep into her flesh.
She bit back a scream.
Lilith moved to sever it—
But another chain struck her side, flinging her into a marble pillar.
CRACK.
Blood splattered against the stone.
They were hurt.
But they were not broken.
Lilith wiped blood from her lips and grinned through the pain.
"You hit like a noble bitch."
Morgana’s smile darkened.
"You won’t be laughing when I flay you alive."
She stepped forward—power swirling around her fingertips—
And that’s when Sena moved.
The Final Strike
Sena ripped free from the chains, her movements so precise they blurred.
Morgana's eyes widened.
Lilith vanished—reappearing behind the witch, daggers aimed for her throat.
Morgana spun, parrying the attack with a burst of magic—
But Sena was already in front of her.
The assassin’s blade pierced Morgana’s abdomen, slicing through flesh and magic alike.
A perfect hit.
Morgana gasped, staggering back—
But she was not dead yet.
Not yet.
She snarled, blood dripping from her lips.
"You think… this is over?"
Lilith tilted her head.
"No, darling."
She swung her blade.
And took Morgana’s head clean off.
The sorceress’s body slumped, her eyes frozen in shock.
Her head rolled across the marble floor.
And House Valefor’s matriarch was no more.
The Forbidden Spoils
Sena and Lilith breathed heavily, blood dripping from their wounds.
But they had won.
Lilith kicked Morgana’s severed head, sending it rolling into the shadows.
"That was fun."
Sena exhaled, wiping her blade clean.
Then—
She turned to the massive bookshelf, lined with ancient tomes of forbidden magic.
"We take everything."
Lilith’s eyes gleamed.
"I like the way you think."
They gathered scrolls, grimoires, and relics, sealing away centuries of dark knowledge.
Sena took one last look at Morgana’s lifeless body.
Then—
She dipped her quill in crimson ink.
And crossed her name off the list.