Legendary Vampire in the Apocalypse
Chapter 33: He is my Majesty

Chapter 33: He is my Majesty

In that time, Anastasia had been lowering Dion to the ground, setting him to lean against the wall.

Then her hands searched through his pockets, and the clattering of keys resounded soon thereafter.

"Thank you for guiding us here. Now, we may go our separate ways. I wish you good fortune in your ascension."

Anastasia stood holding the keys, and Xaviera’s expression collapsed within moments.

Words that had been said so casually, with such a slight, graceful bow, struck through Xaviera’s mind like lightning. Her expression was wrung with nerves, her eyes quivering.

Anastasia, from the moment of speaking, had turned her attention towards the door. She would have stepped to unlock it were it not for Xaviera’s shivering hand suddenly grasping her wrist.

"W—wait, can’t I stay with the two of you? It’s better to survive together, isn’t it? And remember what you just said about being useful to the strong? I can be useful! I’ll take care of the place should you leave to find food, and if we are to gather other survivors, I’m qualified in human resources and logistics."

Through the seconds that Xaviera had spoken, Anastasia’s expression had remained still and understanding.

It was perhaps a good sign, if anything, that the woman had taken the advice that she gave seriously and was now considering what she could do towards surviving.

Be that as it may, she would still not accept her despite her arguments.

She and the others were more than enough to aid her majesty should he decide to grow Babylon.

Anastasia would have simply insisted on turning her away; after all, she would not be present at all times to monitor her, and thus it brought risk to her lord’s safety.

However, a deep, dark violence soon erupted within her, scouring through her body.

"And—and I noticed from the way you reacted you must have feelings for him even though you say you’re not lovers now!"

The words spilled wildly from Xaviera’s mind without consideration.

She knew about Anastasia’s intolerance, so the only thing on her mind in that moment had been to let out as much of what she could provide towards her, and more importantly perhaps, towards the young man that the strong woman cared so much about.

Her studies and reading on her own taught her that, should one wish to get closer to anyone who seemed out of reach, the best way to do so would be to go first through the person most immediately in their vicinity.

Through that connection, you could get closer to the person you really wanted to be with. And throughout her time at the college, she had done this with great results for her career in building connections.

In fact, tonight she had been out for dinner with important people that she should not have normally had access to because of it.

"But he had love bites on his neck; he was probably out fucking some girl in the club, looking at the way he’s dressed!

You’re an unbelievably gorgeous woman, and you’re so strong; he would be a fool to not accept you! And I can help you get closer to him!"

A desperate, wide smile had overtaken her countenance, on of her hands gesturing over her bosom as she locked eyes with Anastasia.

"And—And if I have to, since he’s such a womanizer, if it really comes down to it, I’m willing to satisfy his urges with you so he doesn’t go looking to fuck any random whore again. Men are suckers for threeso—"

She had been frozen in shock through most of what Xaviera had said, but then, she was torn back to attention, and a curdled whimper gurgled.

The sclera of Anastasia’s eyes rapidly darkened to pitch black. Her arm snapped up, clutching harshly against Xaviera’s throat.

The woman’s hands had raised to claw at her old hand as she choked on her saliva; however, as soon as Anastasia’s eyes had completely darkened, she lost the ability to move her body.

"Churlish harlot," The words cut through her throat like sharp ice, her brows furrowed towards the underworld, and her visage wrenched in fury. "You speak of satisfying him? You? You couldn’t satisfy the lowest of beasts, let alone him."

Cold mist rolled off of her body and spread up to Xaviera’s throat, as Anastasia dragged her closer to her face through the air, glaring furiously into her trembling eyes.

"For daring to reduce my Majesty to a dog in heat, I assure you, your soul will not be at ease for a long time."

Thereupon, Anastasia’s lips parted, and unlike earlier when her feeding had been rather brief, this time, the tearing of Xaviera’s soul from her body had been slow.

And in the translucent figure of it, agony marred its expression until she had taken it whole.

Anastasia gulped, though ensuring not to digest the soul, and with a disgusted look, then threw Xaviera’s soulless corpse.

It shattered through the window, and as she had turned towards the door, the keys rattling in her slightly shivering hands, the thud of the corpse against the ground reverberated.

Even with Xaviera dead, her expression did not ease from its fury, her jaw tensing hard.

It took her over a dozen seconds to open the door carefully without using so much strength that she would have broken it.

Then it all gradually began to dissolve as she turned towards Dion’s slumbering expression.

A woman like that, even if more useful than she had presented herself considering her awakening that she had withheld, so freely giving of her own dignity and respect, should never be allowed within the vicinity of her lord.

Soon enough, as a woman who could speak so easily of warming her lord’s bed, she would have given of herself just as easily to warm his enemy’s

She was culling a potential risk.

Anastasia had reasoned as such while she was lifting his body from the floor.

She had then gone on to reinforce it within herself as she stood within his bathroom, undressing him as the tub filled with water and soap he smelled of.

However, each of such thoughts constantly failed as her hands brushed against his bare skin.

Her teeth grated together, then she bit on her lower lip.

’How dare the strumpet suggest she should disgrace the sanctity of your imperial body?’

Her hands brushed down to delicately wash his length that had only naturally grown by her touch.

’How long were you made to endure it? To lower yourself to one of them just to—’ Her hands lingered so delicately beneath the water, quivering over his manhood, ’It must have been unbearable.’

Anastasia then, with much greater insistence, washed off all the lipstick that had tainted him.

’You need not worry any longer.’

She leaned over the edge of the tub, closer to him as he hugged his head into her bosom, ’Should you now need it, I am willing to serve as well, as your consort.’

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