Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The convoy of sleek, obsidian-black cars glided silently along the narrow road leading to the ancestral home of House Obsidian. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and magic that seemed to seep through the ancient trees lining the path.

The ancestral mansion, hidden deep within the Obsidian estate, was a fortress of stone and time, surrounded by walls that had withstood centuries of history. Its dragon-emblazoned gates marked the boundary of the power that House Obsidian wielded, not just in the empire but across realms.

This was the ancestral home for House Obsidian, a place they rarely visited but it has never been empty!

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Inside the lead car, Duchess Emberly Obsidian sat in quiet contemplation. Her mind, as sharp as ever, danced through the many threads of her current dilemmas, but one thought in particular dominated her attention apart from her constant attraction to Pyris—the viral.

That small, unassuming object tucked deep within the vault of the Obsidian ancestral mansion had been acquired by Lucy Obsidian herself.

During a fateful battle with one of the Elemental Deity's generals, a vampire who had attained godhood, Lucy had managed to take the something from him, though no one truly understood its significance at the time, it was actually his blood she had theft away.

Lucy's theft had come just before her final confrontation with the deity, a legendary moment in the Obsidian family's long history of triumph and loss.

Now, countless years later, Emberly couldn't shake the feeling that this viral, the blood of a godly being, could be her key to neutralizing Dracula, the ever-present thorn in the side of the empire's leaders and high nobles alike.

And if her plan worked, Dracula will become even stronger, will he be untouchable thenz that depended on...

"But will it work?" she mused. Dracula was no ordinary vampire. His power and influence stretched far beyond just his empire.

He had outwitted many before him, and getting the upper hand on someone as wily as Dracula would take more than a mere relic.

Still, Emberly knew that the viral could serve as a potent catalyst, the missing piece in the puzzle she and her son, Pyris, were trying to solve.

Emberly couldn't help but smirk at the irony. The viral had remained untouched for generations, an artifact which everyone knew it's importance yet for generations none of their ancestors had used it as they thought it could serve a great importance in the future.

Yet now, as her plans to isolate Dracula from Silas were beginning to take shape, she knew this viral might just be the key. The blood of a god—vampire blood at that—held limitless potential.

"It might not work as is," Emberly mused to herself, fingers absently drumming on her lap, "but it could serve as a catalyst, we can create something out of it."

Her thoughts shifted to her son, Pyris. Working with him to unlock the secrets of the viral excited her in ways she hadn't anticipated. Her maternal pride swelled as she imagined what they could achieve together. Pyris was growing into his power and influence, and with her guidance, the sky was the limit.

But was it just her motherly love or something else had bloomed?

In the shadows of the car, she allowed herself a brief smile. The idea of working side by side with Pyris on something so grand filled her with both excitement and trepidation.

Her feelings for Pyris were growing more complex with each passing day. Though she fought to keep her emotions in check, the prospect of working together on such a critical plan stirred feelings she wasn't entirely sure she could contain.

'How will I handle it when we're together on this?' she thought, absently tracing the leather seat beneath her fingers.

She could already feel the tension rising between her responsibilities as the head of the family and the deepening bond she felt for her son.

The convoy came to a halt in front of the mansion's imposing gates, which opened slowly, revealing the towering stone structure that was the ancestral home of House Obsidian.

It stood like a sentinel of time, its walls covered in thick ivy that had grown for centuries. The mansion itself was a marvel of architecture—both fortress and home—designed to keep out invaders but also to house the Obsidian family's deepest secrets.

As the gates swung fully open...

The phantoms guarding the mansion materialized from the shadows, their dark forms flickering like the wisp of night. Their presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the Obsidian family's unparalleled dominance in the empire.

Emberly leaned back and smiled, the presence of the phantoms at the ancestral mansion was a fortified layer of protection.

Reaching for her phone. She dialed quickly, and after a few rings, a familiar voice greeted her.

"Mom?" Anastasia's voice was warm, melodic, though laced with the undertones of one who had become accustomed to the pressures of being an Obsidian. Experience more content on empire

"My big girl," Emberly said, smiling. "I need you to meet me at the ancestral mansion. And remember—don't forget to wear the bracelets. The Phantoms don't react well to your pure life energy, and I need you safe."

Anastasia groaned on the other end, clearly not thrilled about the prospect of visiting the mansion or dealing with the Phantoms. "What are we doing there, anyway?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Just something quick, darling. I promise I won't keep you long," Emberly replied, her tone that of a commanding duchess, though warmth seeped into her words as only a mother could manage. "Afterward, we'll head to the office with Pyris when we're done with all preparations. Chop Chop!" That was the only thing that could keep Anastasia on her toes, visiting her little brother.

The sound of Anastasia's excitement reached Emberly's ears, but there she feigned a sigh. "Fine. But you owe me."

Emberly chuckled softly to herself as she ended the call. Anastasia's reluctance never ceased to amuse her, especially when it came to matters of the Phantoms. It was true—their shadowy, dark energy clashed intensely with her daughter's pure life force, which had been both a blessing and a challenge.

"Song," she called to her driver, who had just stepped out of the car to open her door.

"Yes, Mistress?" Song, her trusted chauffeur and shadow, was always attuned to her needs.

"How is the council reacting to our movements—both myself and Pyris running around with both Phantom leaders in tow?" She inquired, though she could guess their displeasure.

"They are not pleased, Mistress," Song replied. "However, the Venerate was able to calm most of their concerns. They agreed that the safest place is often the most open. With Venerate's ability to mask her presence and protect the young lord, they saw the necessity."

Emberly smiled at the mention of Mira, the Phantom Venerate. There were no beings in this world that could rival her full power, even right now, she was just using her shadow body "I'm sure Mira had her fun convincing them."

Song nodded, his eyes briefly meeting hers in the rearview mirror. "Mistress, it wasn't just her. The Goddess herself assured the council that this was the right move."

Emberly snorted, half-amused. "That little Loli of a Goddess." Her tone was light, but there was no denying the respect in her voice.

Song hesitated, massaging his temples briefly before responding. "Although they're not pleased but in check that's to the Goddess, Mistress. As expected, the Venerate's arguments swayed some, but the elders are still…uneasy. Especially with both leaders of House Obsidian so frequently outside the council's watch."

Emberly nodded, her face calm, though inwardly she enjoyed the discomfort her independence caused among the council members.

The Obsidian family's influence within the realm wasn't something to be questioned lightly, but the council had always had its reservations about both her and Pyris's movements.

"And the Phantom's role?" Emberly asked, though she already had a good idea of the answer.

Song continued, "The Venerate assured the council that the safest place to hide is often in plain sight. She has hidden her strength well, and her Shadow Body remains protected by the bracelets. As long as she stays close to the young lord, there should be no issue."

A smirk tugged at Emberly's lips. Mira, the Phantom leader and Venerate, had always been one step ahead in her plans.

"That little loli," Emberly muttered under her breath, the only one in the realm bold enough to refer to the Phantom Goddess with such a nickname.