Seduce The Villainess (GL)

(Outskirts Of New Atlantic City)

(Castle Eden- Throne Room)

In the center of the castle was a magnificent hall. It was around the size of a football field and held enough space to host hundreds of people.

A long time ago... many clans would send their representatives to meet with House Volantis and they would be received in this room.

The floors of the hall were solid gold and pure white marble pillars rose up from the ground and connected to a dome-shape ceiling.

The ceiling was covered in pretty stained glass that sparkled under the light of the diamond encrusted chandeliers that hung from it.

At the end of the hall was a raised platform constructed from a rare metal whose material seemed to absorb light.

In the middle of the raised platform was a throne.

The throne seemed oddly out of place considering that it was constructed out of simple material and had no extra ornaments or decorations on its surface.

Eighty or so vampires were currently mulling about in the hall and the atmosphere was tense.

Hushed whispers echoed through the room as the vampires quietly discussed what was going on.

"Charles? Do you know what this is about?"

"No... the count simply told me to meet him here... maybe... the mistress is dead..."

"Don't say that!"

"Have you ever met her? Trust me... it's good that someone managed to kill that psychopath when she was sleeping... she is a true mon..."

The doors at the back of the hall swung open and an elderly man strode into the room with a panicked expression on his face.

He wore a simple butler's uniform and unlike his usually neat and tidy appearance, there were several wrinkles on his shirt.

Count Pearce did not pay attention to the flaws in his outfit since there were other thoughts on his mind as he walked into the room and hurriedly did a headcount.

"Sixty-five... seventy... seventy-four..." Pearce muttered quietly to himself as his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

Fuck.

There were some people missing.

Okay... don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.

Count Pearce felt as though his long dead heart was beating frantically as he remembered the crimson glint in his mistress' eyes.

Lady Camilla did not reward failure.

"Pearce are you okay? Why did you gather us here?" a pretty vampire asked with a look of concern on her face.

"Lydia... listen to me very carefully... no matter what happens do not show even the slightest trace of disrespect," Count Pearce seriously spoke.

"I have to make an announcement. The mistress of House Volantis has returned."

Lydia's eyes widened in shock as she processed the shocking news. The leader of House Volantis had been asleep for centuries.

Despite being given plenty of human blood slaves... she had never woken up before. How could she have suddenly left her chamber now?

Lydia hurriedly filed away this information in her mind and made a mental note to send out a message to the other clans immediately.

The power structure of New Atlantic city would change tremendously if another powerful vampire was added to the mix.

This city was already like a powered keg... only a single spark would be necessary for it to all burst into chaos.

Loud footsteps could be heard coming from the distance and a heavy pressure descended on the vampires in the hall.

The weaker ones among them fell to the ground and collapsed while the stronger vampires barely managed to stand upright.

Terror could be seen in Pearce's eyes as he dropped to the ground and kneeled.

He did not even dare to raise his head as he saw a pair of delicate white feet appear in the corner of his vision.

"Welcome back mistress!" Count Pearce loudly shouted as he placed his hand over his chest and swore loyalty.

Shocked murmurs and gasps filled the room as an extremely attractive woman strode inside the hall followed by an injured human female.

She had short raven cropped hair, deep crimson eyes and a voluptuous figure that was barely concealed by the long black Victorian era dress that was draped over her body.

Her presence alone was like a queen standing before her subjects.

Mary felt her body tremble as she stood in a hall full of hungry vampires. She quickly stepped closer to the powerful female vampire despite the chills that ran down her spine.

Fortunately, the vampires in the room were barely able to stand as the heavy pressure made the golden floor beneath their feet crack.

Camilla's lips gently curved upwards as she saw the familiar sight.

Yes... she had missed this.

The fear and terror in her playthings' eyes as they desperately tried to avoid her wrath.

She walked towards the throne in the back of the hall with slow purposeful steps. Her eyes drifted to the cowering vampires in the room and disappointment filled her heart.

Were these the members of her clan?

She didn't remember converting most of them. Maybe Pearce or one of her other high-level subordinates had decided to expand the family.

But what was the use of bringing in trash?

Camilla frowned slightly as annoyance filled her heart. She flicked her hand and a tiny floating orb of blood hovered over her fingertips.

She approached the simple throne and sat down without hesitation. The young human woman who had been following behind her stood to the side of the throne.

Camilla snapped her fingers and the heavy pressure disappeared. She allowed the weak vampires in the room to get to their feet before opening her mouth.

"I have returned to discover that my clan is nothing more than a festering pile of corruption and degeneracy," Camilla's cold voice echoed through the room.

"Traitors. Ambitious opportunists. Cowards."

"You have all brought nothing but shame to my clan but no matter... there is always a simple solution to deal with the likes of you."

Camilla muttered a few dark words and the floating orb of blood hovering above her right palm began to tremble uncontrollably.

Most of the vampires in the room did not know what was going on but Pearce immediately broke out into cold sweat.

"My lady... I have always served you faithfully!" Count Pearce screamed desperately as he dropped to the ground and begged.

He did not even attempt to run because he knew that if his mistress chose to... no one would leave this hall alive.

She was all powerful... at least in her own domain.

"Pearce what are you doing? You are a count for god's sake... in fact... you should be the leader of..." Lydia's words were cut short as a crimson spear rose up from the ground and pierced her body.

She coughed out a mouthful of dark blood and stared in shock at the enormous hole in the middle of her body.

The flesh around the hole wriggled slightly as she attempted to regenerate around the injury, but it was no use.

"Omnes inimicos meos interficite," Camilla softly whispered as her crimson eyes glowed with an eerie light.

Crimson spears rose up from the ground and pierced the hearts of every vampire in the hall without exception.

Mary could only watch in horror as the female vampire massacred her entire clan without a trace of hesitation or remorse.

Even the elderly vampire was not spared as multiple spears entered his body and cut him apart piece by piece.

Camilla grabbed Mary by her arm and stared at her pet directly in her eyes.

The scent of blood filled the room, but the powerful vampire made sure that the human was only focusing on her.

"Remember this moment... burn it into your memory my pet..." Camilla's sensual whispers were like a poisonous viper wrapping itself around Mary's neck.

"I do not tolerate useless things."