Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 552 In Bed With The Devil

Libyan, she was never one for romance and yet laying in bed beside Tariyaan something strange tugged at her heartstrings. Watching a man worthy of her body whistling in his sleep, his body bare of clothes and a gentle expression on his lips–what was it about this feeling? Why did she feel sorry for such a devil? He was strong, he was manipulative, but more than that, he was a scum worse than scum, and yet, she felt sympathy.

'Men like him raped you when you were young and weak of the heart, Libyan...Do not succumb to weakness, you're not a man's toy to be played around with, you're no one's toy and you belong to nobody.' Distancing herself from such thoughts, she slipped out of the massive bed that was required to keep her body off the ground. Shifting her tail into a pair of legs, she walked over to the vanity table and decided to self-reflect in the mirror.

Her radiant beauty was unmatched, nobody could compare to the sharp look in her eyes. A woman once tormented for her weakness, her entire clan nearly wiped by other races, she was a survivor–a survivor that could not be chained, not even by the burning chains of hell. In spite of that, she felt inadequate in her reflection, as if something had gone wrong in recent days.

She felt drained of power despite being stronger than ever before, she felt aged despite not ageing at all, she felt like a monster and although she was her reflection had never made her seem as so.

"Weakling..." It wasn't that she'd grown weak, but the emergence of emotion in her heart was making her feel disgusted with herself. "Your poison can fell any man any woman, so what it is that you're waiting for?"

'Acting like children...when will these rats learn?' Standing still at the spot from where she'd screamed at them, she couldn't help but think of her own children as well. A hiveful of her clan members, most of them, not her blood and thus she cared for them naught. But then came flooding to her, the memory of Phos and Maine both. 'Phos, I saw her suffering in the flames and crying out to me as if I would save her, a weakling...' Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Her words were hollow, she was trying to convince herself that she did not care. Those girls were perhaps the only two she ever cared for, but her love was tough and even there there was no room for weakness. Provided with everything by others, sitting in their rooms and toying with their male slaves, that was the life of her girls, and would she have allowed it to be had she not loved them?

'I can take over Maine whenever I want, I don't love that girl–not if she's weak enough to fall in some random man's spell...' That thought made her wonder if her daughter could've ever survived the childhood that she had. Slaves to orcs and all other more powerful species inside the swamps, used as toys right out of their eggs, the only things Libyan remembered, is being used in the worst of ways and then cannibalizing the dead.

Until one day, she ate another race and realized that she had the power to gain the strength of any other species that she ingested.

'Everything changed after that, didn't it? I wonder if I hadn't, would I still have been alive?' She pondered, and the answer even to her was clear as day. 'Nonsense, your resilience is what has carried you so far, now's not the time to be weak.'

Her resolve renewed, Libyan vowed to kill Tariyaan soon. But for now, it was time for her to clear her head, and what better way than to brutalize the weaker monsters inside the cryptic palace? Violent by nature, she couldn't help but crave blood despite the outburst of emotions she'd felt just a moment ago, and because of that some monsters were about to experience the worst torment present in the hell, that is, Libyan herself.

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