The frown on his face only deepened twice as much, but his steps didn’t falter as he focused his gaze on Aria, who stood in front of Zyren while squinting at Jared, who continued to move closer to her.
"You’re actually courting death? For someone you’ve sworn to kill?" Jared asked her with a furious gaze that showed that he was prepared to cut her down just as fast, even as he continued to speak.
"I heard he killed your parents! I guess even that isn’t enough!" he said with a sneer on his face. "Is he that good in bed?" A clear mocking tone in his voice as he spoke.
Jared’s expression was also marred with pain. He was healing fast, but the damage to his arm was also quite a lot—something he ignored completely at that moment, stepping closer until he was only a few feet away from Aria, who continued to stand in his way.
"He saved my life! Moreover... if anyone is going to kill him, it should be me!" she seriously told him with a severe expression on her face—only to be taken aback when she heard Jared throw his head back as he laughed at her.
Hard enough to bring tears to his eyes, even as his gaze seemed to take in the entirety of her in one look.
"...Fine! And how exactly are you going to stop me?" he asked her, the mockery in his tone having only increased even more than before.
But this time around, Aria couldn’t help but grit her teeth together—especially since she was well aware of the fact that she was too powerless to do anything.
Moreover, she was barely able to stand, her legs still shaking from the blast.
"Do you really think killing him at this moment is the best thing? You want to fight a war on two sides?" Aria asked him, gesturing at the pieces of the monster that had been splattered all over the wall.
Since the moment Zyren died, the other vampires would instantly come for him. This, though, was enough to get a huge frown from Jared, which was way different from the amused expression he previously had on his face.
Aria, on the other hand, couldn’t help her mind, which kept reeling as she tried to figure out if what she was doing was indeed the best option for her.
"I’m going to regret this, am I not?" she asked herself, glancing back at Zyren’s body, which was still completely unmoving—but it was still obvious that he was alive.
"Wouldn’t it be better to simply stab him in the heart right now?" she thought to herself—only for her gaze to again shift to the monster she had just seen explode itself to bits.
"Not now!" she thought, balling her fists hard enough for her nails to dig into the skin of her palms.
As much as it pains me to say this... if there are more of these monsters, then we need Zyren!—aware that he was the only one that was confident that the person they were sure had been a human was actually a monster.
Jared had also stopped moving closer, even as he settled his gaze on Zyren, realizing that Aria was indeed right. Killing him at such a time would be disastrous—especially since they weren’t even sure of what they were dealing with.
With a loud tsk, he took a step back before turning around. But he had just done that when the guard, whom he had noticed ran out of the hall, came back running right back into the hall with a host of guards behind him—but beyond that were rows of women... beautiful vampire women.
The guards instantly swarmed and surrounded the hall on all sides, creating a demarcation between the vampires who were slowly moving and gotten up—but whose wounds were too gory to stare at for too long.
The vampire women the guard brought—with red eyes and long black hair—instantly dashed over to the Lords, even as Aria caught sight of someone she would rather never see again.
Lady Vivian, who strode past all the Lords, even as she dashed over to Zyren. The intent in her gaze was clear—especially when the other lords instantly grabbed the women and began to drink their blood like it was the elixir of life.
"Fucking bloodsuckers!" Jared loudly spat, with visible disgust on his face—even as his own council members, who had also silently got up, showed the same expressions on their faces but didn’t speak.
It was clear that the pain they were immersed in wasn’t the slightest bit small, even though they carried it well.
Jared didn’t stay as he instantly headed towards the door to leave, his people instantly following behind him—expressionless, not showing the slightest bit of any emotion in their gaze even after what they had seen, as they moved out one after the other—even as the sounds of moans began to slowly echo through the hall.
The Lords drank to their fill, even as the women grated their bodies closer to the men. A Lord Aria knew to be Virelle even went as far as to bunch up the gown on the woman he was with, tearing off her underwear even as he began to fuck her right there and then—without care for anything else.
The visible speed with which they healed was pretty fast, and Aria couldn’t help but marvel at it, even as she noticed the healers who carefully picked Harriet up and took her away—aware that, as a human, there was no way she could ever bounce back.
Glancing at the head guard, who had efficiently managed it, even as he coughed in a way that showed that he himself was also injured—but in a way that was more manageable than most.
But Aria was still looking around when her focus instantly turned towards Lady Vivian, who dropped her coat, revealing a transparent gown she had on under it as she dashed towards Zyren—who was yet to move.