The soft glow of moonlight seeped through the heavy velvet curtains of my chamber, painting faint silver patterns across the sheets.
I lay there on the grand four-poster bed, my body still humming from the warmth of the bath Nyami had drawn for me earlier.
The water had been scented with lavender and rose petals, their delicate fragrance clinging to my skin like a lover's breath.
She had washed me with such tender care, her fingers gliding over my shoulders and down my back, each stroke building a quiet intimacy that left me relaxed yet yearning for more.
Now, alone in the quiet of night, the room felt vast and echoing, the only sounds the distant hoot of an owl and the steady rhythm of my own breathing.
I stared up at the canopy above, intricate carvings of moons and stars twisting in the dim light.
This can't be real, I thought, my mind racing despite the exhaustion pulling at my limbs.
"How am I'm inside the world of Divinity's Beloved?"
The game I'd spent countless hours playing on my old console, losing myself in its epic tales of empires & Gods.
It was absurd—me, Nyx, the crown prince, living it like some twisted dream.
The characters I'd controlled from afar were now breathing, somewhere across the oceans.
Elysiana's blindfolded gaze that saw everything, Nyami's seductive smiles that hid depths of loyalty.
How had I ended up here? A glitch in reality? Some sick divine joke?
"Kotori...You were one of the goddessess, Weren't you?"— I muttered, Remember that oddly familiar mist thing calling her granddaughter.
I've seen him somewhere before...
My thoughts then drifted to Leyina, the demoness I'd just met in Elysiana's chamber.
Those golden eyes, so full of curiosity, locking onto mine like a spark in the dark.
In the game, she was the endgame powerhouse—a fierce demon empress who commanded legions with unyielding grace, her white hair flowing like a banner in battle.
But today, she was just a girl, around fifteen like me, innocent in her questions, her bow to Elysiana polite and unassuming.
What had shaped her into that empress?
The trials of the academy?
The weight of her house? I rolled onto my side, feeling the silk sheets against my bare chest, cool and smooth like a secret touch.
No more slacking off, I decided, a resolve hardening in my chest.
If this was the game world, I had to play it right. Leyina was sixteen now, a third-year student whispering through the halls of the Mooncrest Academy.
That meant the real chaos—the prophecies unfolding, the cataclysms raging—would ignite in three years, when she turned nineteen and the main storyline kicked off in Nexus academy.
Alliances fracturing, ancient evils rising. I couldn't be the passive prince living in Laze anymore.
I needed power, knowledge, connections.—Which seems to be very close to me thanks to Nyxiana,
But still I can't be certain about her... If she's giving me all these in sliver spoon, then that'd mean she'll expect something equally significant from me.
With a deep breath, I sat up, the mattress dipping softly under me.
The air in the room carried a faint chill, raising goosebumps along my arms.
I extended my hand, palm up, and whispered the incantation I'd discovered in the game's lore.
"Mistflare, awaken." A swirl of amethyst mist coalesced from the ether, cool and ethereal, coiling around my fingers like silken smoke.
It pulsed with an inner light, warm against my skin, tasting faintly of ozone on the air—like a storm about to break.
I closed my eyes, imagining the form I craved: a sword, elegant and deadly.
The mist shimmered, condensing with a soft hum that vibrated through my bones.
When I opened my eyes, there it was—a beautiful blade, its edge gleaming with an orange aura that danced like flames on water.
The hilt fit perfectly in my grip, warm and responsive, as if it were an extension of my own arm.
'Whoa,' I breathed, surprise widening my eyes. The aura cast flickering shadows on the walls, bathing the room in a golden hue that made everything feel alive, charged.
I swung it experimentally, the blade slicing through the air with a whisper-soft whoosh.
It felt effortless, like breathing—balanced, intuitive, made just for me.
The motion sent a thrill up my spine, a rush of power that made my pulse quicken.
I practiced a few more swings, slow and deliberate, feeling the weight shift seamlessly, the aura trailing in elegant arcs.
Next, I envisioned a shield.
The sword dissolved back into mist, reforming into a beautiful, elegant barrier—curved and ornate, its surface rippling with the same orange glow.
I held it up, testing its solidity against an imaginary blow; it hummed reassuringly, unyielding yet light as a feather.
Curiosity sparked again.
"A gun, perhaps?" Something from the modern arsenal in the game's later acts.
The mist twisted once more, solidifying into a sleek weapon that looked like sculpted glass, translucent and shimmering.
The barrel caught the moonlight, refracting it into tiny rainbows across my sheets.
I aimed at the far wall, finger hovering over the trigger, and felt the latent energy thrumming beneath my touch—ready to unleash devastation with a thought.
"Incredible," I murmured, lowering it. The forms flowed so naturally, each one awakening a different instinct within me.
Exhausted from the mental strain, I let the weapon dissipate into mist, watching it fade like a sigh.
I collapsed back onto the bed, the pillows cradling my head with plush softness.
The room spun gently, the day's events replaying in my mind—the prison's stark white walls, Lirael's broken form, Leyina's golden gaze.
But amid it all, one presence lingered strongest: Nyami. Her horns, her pinkish-red hair, the way she moved with that loving seduction.
"Nyami,"
I called softly, my voice carrying into the shadows pooling in the corners of the room.
From the darkness near the wardrobe, she emerged like a vision born of night itself.
Her form materialized with graceful poise, stepping into the moonlight. She struck her usual seductive pose—one hand on her hip, the other trailing lightly down her neck, her pinkish-red hair cascading over one shoulder, those elegant dark red horns catching the light like polished garnet. Her maid's attire hugged her curves, the fabric whispering as she approached.
"Yes, Your Highness?" she purred, her voice a velvet caress that sent warmth pooling in my core.
I propped myself on my elbows, meeting her gaze—those eyes dark and devoted, flickering with unspoken promises.
"I'm thirsty," I said, the words low and honest.
"I need your blood, Nyami."
A soft smile curved her lips, tender and eager.
Without hesitation, she reached for the buttons of her top, undoing them one by one with deliberate slowness.
The fabric parted, revealing the smooth swell of her breasts, her skin glowing pale in the moonlight.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips with a fluid motion, settling her weight comfortably atop me.
Her thighs pressed warm against mine, the heat of her body seeping through the thin barriers of cloth.
She shifted slightly, finding her balance, her breath quickening as our closeness ignited the air between us.
"There," she whispered, leaning forward so her nape hovered near my lips, the pulse in her neck a tempting rhythm.
The scent of her— strawberry, sweet like wildflowers after rain—filled my senses, making my fangs ache.
As she settled, I let my hands rest on her waist, feeling the soft give of her under my fingers.
"Nyami," I murmured against her skin, my voice muffled,
"What should I do from now on? With all this... time before the storms hit."
She tilted her head, exposing more of her neck, her hair brushing my cheek like silk.
"My prince, you are free to pursue whatever your heart desires until the crowning ceremony. That will be in three months, on the day you turn sixteen. The grand party will mark your official rise as crown prince of the Mooncrest Empire. Until then, the world is yours. You could immerse yourself in the library's ancient papers, uncovering secrets of magic and history. Or travel the realms—visit the blooming gardens of the southern provinces, or the misty peaks where dragons are said to whisper. Enjoy these days, Nyx. Let them— Ahug♡~"
Her words cut off in a sharp gasp as I bit down on her nape, my fangs piercing the warm flesh with a gentle pierce.