The underground dungeon beneath the Azure Estate was freezing, damp, and smelled heavily of old blood and burning incense.
Lady Clara stood in the center of the dark room, her expensive silk robes dragging across the dirty stone floor.
In front of her was a massive, terrifying altar made of blackened bones and melted iron, dedicated to the Abyssal God, an evil deity worshipped by the dark, underground organization she was secretly a part of.
Six men in heavy black robes stood in a tight circle around the altar.
Their faces were hidden deep inside their dark hoods, and their voices were low as they chanted twisted, forbidden prayers.
"The time is almost here, Lady Clara," the lead cultist said, his voice raspy and dry like sandpaper. "The underground colosseum above us is almost full."
"We have successfully captured nearly three thousand mutated beasts from the outer forests, just as the Evil Spirit God demanded."
Clara crossed her arms, her sharp, manicured nails digging into her silk sleeves.
"And what about the human sacrifices?" she asked coldly, "How many do you still need?"
"We have captured around two hundred young men and women without any influential identities," the robed man replied, bowing his head respectfully. "But the ritual requires exactly three hundred and thirty-three."
"Without the rest, the sacrifice will fail, and the Great God will not grant us his blessing."
Clara clicked her tongue in annoyance.
She began to pace back and forth, the sharp click-clack of her heels echoing off the wet stone walls.
Her mind kept drifting back to a few days back, to the dirty blacksmith shop, the terrifying giant snake, and the boy named Alex.
She doesn't know why, but the moment her eyes laid on him, she felt an uncontrollable urge to devour him.
Just thinking about him made her breath hitch. She remembered the sweet, heavy scent of his sweat.
Even though he humiliated her and made her lose control of her bladder in pure terror, thinking about him her body still betrayed her.
Right now, standing in the cold, bloody dungeon, a hot, wet heat pooled between her thighs.
From then on, the evil god's seed that was buried in her heart began to urge her to sacrifice him to the ritual to gain special blessing.
"Damn that crippled old asshole, how dare he refuse my offer…" Just thinking about him made the evil god seed in her body begin to throb again, as her silk panties grew damp and sticky with sudden arousal.
She squeezed her legs together tightly, secretly rubbing her thighs against her aching center to relieve the intense throb.
"I'll get my hands on that boy one way or another… Hehehe!!" A dark blush spread across her sharp cheeks.
The boy's potent pheromones were permanently burned into her brain, making her crave his body like a starving, desperate animal.
In fact, Alex was one of the young people they selected for the sacrifice.
However, kidnapping people is not easy under the strict watch of the City Council.
In order to hide and not be suspected by the members of the City Council, she was just planning to bring him back openly to the dungeon by using the tactic of buying male slaves for her own self enjoyment.
But her plan went wrong when she saw Alex, got herself utterly humiliated in front of so many people.
How could she so easily let go of such a humiliating matter, she was already planning on taking her revenge.
Suddenly, the heavy iron door of the dungeon creaked open.
A secret messenger dressed in dark leather armor hurried into the room.
He ran straight to Clara and dropped hard onto one knee, keeping his head bowed.
"My Lady," the messenger panted, trying to catch his breath. "I bring news. We found him."
Clara stopped pacing immediately. "Who?"
"Its the blacksmith's nephew. The boy named Alex went out of the city and returned back yesterday." the messenger reported quickly. "Our spies spotted him leaving his house this morning. He didn't run away from the city like we thought."
"He went straight to the Gene Association. He is currently enrolled in the Apprentice Swordsman training class."
"Good..good," Clara's eyes went wide. Her pupils dilated, turning into dark, hungry pools of lust.
"He's at the Association?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with a twisted mix of lingering fear and intense, dirty desire.
"Bloody low lives, kill their entire family, as for the boy, bring him to me alive," she commanded, her voice thick with raw lust. "I want to strip those clothes off him, return tenfold humiliation for what he did to me and bleed him dry on the altar."
"Just follow him secretly for a few more days, don't draw any unwanted attention for now.. Let him live for another week or so, once the sacrifice officially begins, he won't be able to escape anymore!!"
"Understood, my Lady," the messenger swallowed hard, keeping his head perfectly still.
He was terrified to look up and meet her crazed, hungry eyes. "But the Gene Association is heavily guarded. If we try to take him by force during the day, the City Council will definitely notice the commotion."
Clara stopped pacing and glared down at the kneeling man.
The expensive golden rings on her fingers sparked with sharp, pale blue wind mana ready to punish him for his ignorance.
However, she held back at the last moment, "Stupid, just follow him for now, I'll let you know when to capture him."
"Y-Yes, My Lady! We will follow your orders!!" the messenger panicked, scrambling backward before bowing deeply.
She leaned back against the cold, iron altar, her legs trembling slightly. "Also, do not damage his skin. I want him to be perfect. I want to hear him beg and cry when I finally push him down and break him..."
As the messenger scrambled out of the heavy iron doors, Clara let out a long, shuddering moan. The dark, bloody room no longer felt freezing to her.
After giving a few more strict instructions to the robed cultists, Clara turned her back on the bloody altar.
The heavy, throbbing ache between her thighs was driving her crazy.
The evil god's seed planted in her heart, combined with the lingering, intoxicating memory of Alex's sweet pheromones, made her body burn with an unbearable heat.
She couldn't hold her urges back anymore.
She walked past the rows of iron cages in the dungeon, her sharp eyes scanning the terrified human stock.
Since the boy's scent had awakened a strange craving for soft, delicate skin, she didn't pick the muscular men this time.
Instead, she pointed her long, manicured finger at two beautiful, trembling female slaves, a pair of young, twin sisters in their early twenties with pale skin and wide, fearful eyes.
"Wash them and bring them to my private chambers," Clara ordered the guards, her voice husky and impatient. "Make it quick."
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