Chapter 233: Smile for me

The smile from Eva lit up the world, and he was glad she accepted the name. If he was going to live in relative peace for a while, then the people close to him should be happy, and giving names was the least he could do.

Looking at their guest, Rowan drew the golden rat to him and holding it by the neck, began pumping it full of Aether, and unlike the freezing power of his Aether at the Mortal State, the difference between his current Aether and that one was like comparing a slight breeze to a hurricane.

The space around his hands began to crack as his Aether was breaking the fabrics of reality around it, not only because of its impressively low temperature, but also because of the nature of his second bloodline.

The golden rat held on for a few seconds, the innate vitality of its golden body stalling the freezing effect for a short while before the ice traveled up its head and down its spine, turning it into a monster rat shaped popsicle.

He clenched his fist and the rat exploded, turning into little chunks of ice. Rowan closed his eyes and checked the progress of his Angels in the three Continents, and they had made progress with their task, he nodded, "Time to move forward with my plans."

What he would do next would break the existing state of affairs and shift the wrath of the entire Empire on him, but he was no longer afraid of such consequences, already he had begun moving chess pieces, and he had brainstormed his next set of actions.

Suriel had already shown him the sight of Dorian moving through the plain a while back, and with a flash of light he appeared before Rowan.

To his credit Dorian only looked around in confusion for a short while before zooming at the seated figure of Rowan.

"Who are you?" Dorian growled, "how did you bring me here?"

"I would think the 'how' does not matter but the 'why'." Rowan cupped his chin with one hand as he rested on his throne, he suddenly stood up and dispersed his throne and began walking towards Dorian, "who I am does not matter, you are here to shine your brilliance to the universe one last time, before you die!"

Dorian started, and then he grinned, "you're not worthy. Many have tried before, but they all failed, for I am Dorian, Son of Scarlet, and I won't fall before my time."

Rowan gestures around him, "Oh, but you will fall, it is as inevitable as the rising sun, and right here... this entire moon will be your theater to showcase your light. You would forgive me for not knowing the reason for your death."

Rowan made a mold of a great sword using his Telekinesis, and then he filled it with his Aether, and in front of him, a purple and black light shone and a great sword appeared in front of him, which he held by the hilt, and pointed towards Dorian, "I made a promise, before the end of this day, I shall kill you!"

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She had always thought that being stabbed must be very painful, but she had dozens of such wounds on her neck, back and stomach, but all she had felt when the deed was committed was the shocking coldness of the blade as it entered into her body, like pieces of ice.

Dora felt her life slipping away with every labored breath, and the floor below her was slick with her blood, and she fell to her face when she tried to stand.

Slowly she crawled towards the open door, the only light in the darkness, her fingernail snapped as she had to claw her way through the ground just to push her body forward, her only purpose was to reach that light at the doorway.

The events that transpired during the last few hours flew through her head at lightning speed, and she had no control over her memories the same way she had no control over her life force leaving her body.

She had no parents, they died when she was a child, and she had to spend the greater part of her time in the factories, where she processed Blue iron until the metallic flowers cut her to the bone, and then she would rest for a week, taking the bitter healing pills until she healed up.

Of course this was not the standard method used in harvesting Blue Iron, but there were many shady members of the Boreas Family, who wanted quick money and did not care about the safety of their ward, to them, they were only commodities.

Dora was unlucky to fall into the care of someone like that, Silas Boreas, but she took care not to make more mistakes that she could avoid by always cutting her hair short and dying her face with purple roots and wearing baggy clothes, for she was cursed with a beautiful face and figure, and although she worked hard, her feminine curves never left her as she had to wrap her large breast tight with wraps to minimize her body profile.

The migration to the underground city of Trinad, destabilized all her usual arrangements in disguising herself, and she was lulled to a false sense of peace by the migrating convoy, and she allowed herself to be a woman for a little while.

Yet, that little while was too long, as she was discovered by her lord. He took his pleasure and after the act became annoyed with her upon her continued refusal to look him in the face during the act, he stabbed her repeatedly trying to make her look him in the face until her fragile body broke down during the torture, and he left her to bleed to death.

His voice still echoed in her mind, and her body shuddered as if relieving the events once more...

"smile for me bit*h." *stab*

"I said, smile." *stab* *stab*