Chapter 216: Liora’s New Powers

But although she could tell that her body was slowly being strengthened, it was nowhere near the fact that she could take one vampire, not to mention two.The pain continued to thrum through her entire body, all the way right into her skull, in a way that made her feel like she was being split into two.

It was immense, and tears continued to slide out of her eyes as she clenched her fists into the sheets, doing her best not to succumb to the dizziness that threatened to take over her entire senses.

"We could do this all night!" one groaned, even as he kept on thrusting into her from behind, while the other laughed, slapping his hands against her body, enjoying the sounds of pain that she made in response.

But even as Liora silently cried, she also patiently waited for the moment she knew she was strong enough, aware that she would make them wish that they had never been born.

But unfortunately for her, the buildup of whatever she felt within her was quite slow and seemed to be taking its time, even as the pain and maltreatment seemed to increase.

First was the thrusting that seemed to be like a hot knife anytime each of them entered her, and the other was the constant hits and slaps all over her skin that left nasty red bruises that hurt even after they no longer touched the area.

Liora wept, regretting her actions, until suddenly a heat spread from them to her in a way that made the two vampires freeze, almost like they had been tied together firmly by a force that they could not break through.

It was shocking for Liora, especially since she had been expecting the pain to continue, only to hear nothing but absolute silence, even as their movements completely stopped.

Turning around, she was surprised to see terrified expressions on their faces, their eyes fixed with horror, even as a nasty grin slowly spread across her face as she lay there looking at them.

Their skin lit up, even as hers did the same, but while they could not move, she had no such restrictions, and the longer they froze, the more panicked they became—especially when she scrambled to her feet and off the bed, grimacing in pain.

A wide smile spread across her face as she stood naked, staring at the both of them before her eyes lowered to the bloody but still hardened members between their legs.

Instead of doing anything, she simply waited, watching what seemed to be red smoke and Aira filter from them and right into her.

Liora was in immense pain, but at that point she couldn’t care less, as she went ahead to lie on the bed, unable to sit down without feeling the urge to scream. Time passed as she listened to the silence in the air.

With the speed of light, her wounds healed, and beyond that was a strength that she was sure could rival that of a vampire lord. Grinning ear to ear, she summoned the red energy within her, watching it turn into a ball—even as she willed it to turn into a weapon—and beyond satisfied to see it instantly obey.

A small blade appeared on her palm, one that looked stronger than anything that could be made.

I can turn the red mist I generate into any form! she thought to herself, willing the red blade to become small, tiny balls which she alone could see, even as she willed it to fly right into the wall, watching it do her bidding.

Liora’s grin widened even more as she watched the red mist instantly slick back to her the second it hit the wall, even though the damage still remained.

She generated the same red mist around her, willing it to become a barrier-like shield—more than impressed to instantly see it turn into what she needed the second she wanted it to.

This is way better than being a messenger of Light! she thought to herself, even as she turned to see the vampires, whose gaze had been fixed on her even though they could not move a muscle.

The fear had blossomed into something much more primal. It was clear that if they could move, they would be trembling down to their knees, even as their eyes already showed how terrified they were.

Liora simply chuckled as she met their gaze, continuing to lie on the bed, intent on waiting for whatever red energy was still filtering from them to stop sinking into her skin.

With no intention of messing up the process, she lay there content—but even in her satisfaction, scenes of what she would do to them were created in her head. And with every picture that appeared, all she could think was that it wasn’t enough.

No matter how much she thought of dicing them up, she still felt like it wasn’t enough, even as she suddenly saw one of them flinch. It was a simple action, but more than enough for her to instantly scramble off the bed, willing the mist she created into a rope, binding it around both of them as she spoke.

"It’s almost over, right? Both of you look terrified!" she said in a low whisper, her voice hoarse from all the begging and screaming she had done.

"You shouldn’t be! I can assure you that whatever it is that any of you can imagine is nothing compared to what I will do to you!" she promised them, willing the mist to bind them tighter as she continued to speak.

"To complete the ritual I’m supposed to drain you and drink your blood. A bit was enough, but now... now..." she said, breaking into a dark chuckle before she could finish the words. Her eyes glowed red for a completely different reason, even as she willed another set of mist from her body into two small blades, which she directed straight for their butts.

"Now, I won’t stop until I’ve created art!" she told them, her face manic in a way that she herself wouldn’t recognize in the mirror if she looked at it.

There was nothing in her gaze but cruel intent and the promise of death.

Too far gone in her revenge to realize that the symbols on her back had darkened into something that could only be called sinister.