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Chapter 232 – The Crimson Tyrant
Chapter 232 – The Crimson Tyrant
The Second Name on the List
The parchment was already stained with blood.
One name had been crossed out.
Xelthos Valefor was dead.
But the council was not broken.
Not yet.
The next name stood out—written in crimson ink.
Lord Azareth Nocturne.
An elder even older than Xelthos.
A tyrant who ruled over an empire of blood.
His castle was a labyrinth of death, filled with monsters, traps, and dark magic.
No assassin had ever made it inside.
No enemy had ever left alive.
Sena’s fingers traced the name.
Lilith leaned forward, her grin sharp.
"Shall we?"
Sena nodded.
"Let's make history."
And with that—
They vanished into the night.
The Castle of Blood
Lord Azareth’s domain was a fortress unlike any other.
It sat atop a mountain of corpses, its towers piercing the red moonlit sky.
The castle bled mist—a cursed fog that swallowed intruders whole.
Statues of vampires impaling humans lined the path.
The doors stood sealed—black steel reinforced with runes of the old world.
Sena and Lilith moved without a sound.
But then—
A whisper echoed from the mist.
"You are not welcome here."
The doors swung open.
And the battle began.
The Guardians of the Gate
The first enemy was not human.
Nor was it vampire.
Two enormous creatures emerged from the shadows—
Gargoyle Warlords.
Their bodies were made of obsidian stone, their eyes burning with hellfire.
Each one wielded a massive black axe, large enough to cleave a house in half.
Lilith laughed.
"Big guys, huh? Let’s break them."
The first gargoyle charged, swinging its axe—
Sena dodged, flipping over its attack.
Lilith met the second head-on, parrying the blow with both blades.
The impact shook the ground.
Then—
Sena vanished and reappeared behind the first.
Her daggers slammed into its back, sending cracks through its stone body.
Lilith twisted, slicing through the second’s neck—
But its head did not fall.
The gargoyle grinned.
"We do not die so easily."
Then they attacked at once.
And the real fight began.
The Fall of the Warlords
The gargoyles were relentless.
Their stone bodies were nearly indestructible.
Their attacks shattered the ground, forcing Sena and Lilith to stay on the move.
Lilith landed a dozen strikes—but the wounds sealed instantly.
Sena’s daggers pierced through armor—but the gargoyles kept fighting.
"They're regenerating." Sena muttered.
Lilith smirked.
"Then we hit them harder."
Sena focused—her daggers glowed with shadow energy.
Lilith drew a second sword, its blade burning with cursed fire.
They rushed forward.
Lilith cut through the first gargoyle’s chest, sending fire through its core.
It screamed—but before it could regenerate, Sena teleported above it—
And drove her daggers through its skull.
The first gargoyle shattered.
The second roared, swinging its axe in rage.
Lilith caught the blade mid-air, stopping it with pure strength.
"Not today."
Sena rushed forward, her daggers forming a spiral of death.
She pierced its heart.
It fell.
The gates were clear.
But the battle was only beginning.
Inside the Crimson Labyrinth
The castle was alive.
The walls whispered curses.
The shadows moved.
The air smelled of ancient blood.
Sena and Lilith walked cautiously—
But then—
The doors slammed shut behind them.
And the ceiling shifted.
The hallway twisted, turning into a maze of mirrors and illusions.
Figures appeared in the glass.
Not enemies.
Themselves.
Lilith stopped cold.
"What is this?"
The reflections spoke.
"Your greatest enemy is yourself."
Then—
The mirror Lilith attacked.
The mirror Sena vanished.
And the real battle began.
The Battle Against Themselves
Sena dodged a dagger to the throat.
Her own dagger.
Her mirror self moved perfectly, countering every attack, every strike.
Lilith clashed blades with herself, every movement a perfect reflection.
"Damn, we’re good." Lilith muttered.
Sena narrowed her eyes.
"Too good."
They fought for minutes that felt like hours.
Every move was matched.
Every counter was blocked.
But then—
Sena smirked.
"We’re not just assassins."
She dropped her daggers.
The mirror paused.
And that was all she needed.
Sena’s shadow wrapped around her double, crushing it into dust.
Lilith grinned.
"Smart."
She turned her back on her mirror self.
It hesitated.
And she took its head off.
The illusions shattered.
The hallway returned to normal.
But at the end—
A figure stood waiting.
The Tyrant Appears
The throne room was massive, filled with blood-red torches and a floor of bones.
At the center, sitting on a throne made of skulls, was Lord Azareth Nocturne.
His eyes glowed like fire.
His armor was black and silver, a cape of shadows flowing behind him.
"You killed Xelthos." His voice was calm.
Sena raised her blades.
Lilith grinned.
"And now we kill you."
Azareth smiled.
"Foolish."
He rose from his throne.
His sword materialized—a black blade wreathed in blood magic.
And then—
He attacked.