The Duke's Passion
Chapter 792 One against countless

Chapter 792  One against countless

"Sam!"

Lilou yelled after slaying another pureblooded vampire to the ground. She looked up, catching Samael and Zero clash midair. "Tch!" She clicked her tongue, annoyed at the smug grin plastered across her husband's face. He was enjoying it.

"I told him not to get carried away," she mumbled, hearing a loud yell from her side. Lilou raised her scythe to block the attack on instinct. The piercing metal clashing rang in her ear. "Why… can't he stick to the plan?" came out through her gritted teeth, kicking the person who attacked her before leaving a slash across the man's body. "Samael La Crox!" When Samael heard his wife's voice echo like thunder, he snapped back to his senses and sent Zero flying. As Zero crashed against the wall, he landed safely on the second floor of the greenhouse. "What, my love?" he asked out of plain curiosity, tilting his head to the side. He had his hand on his hip, gazing at her, who was in the middle of the fight. "Do you, perhaps, need my help?"

"The plan — ugh!" Lilou grunted as she pushed another enemy back while kicking another one away. "Stick to the plan, Sam!"

Samael frowned. "There's a plan!"

"My —" Her frustration spiked, baring her fangs as she struck another person. "Why are these people keep coming at me?!"

"Because you are their enemy, my love!"

"I know!!" Lilou barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes, grabbing an enemy's back collar to use him as a shield, and then clashing with the sword that was coming at her. The longer she fought countless of pureblooded vampires to back up Samael, the more frustrated she was. Who wouldn't? They had a plan, but her husband was showing signs of forgetting them. "Now, of all time!" Lilou yelled as she wiped out the people surrounding her, finally having the brief time to look back to where Samael stood. "Love, are you always this forgetful?"

"I thought our plan was to improvise."

"That is the opposite of the plan, Sam!"

"Oh…" Samael rocked his head, glancing at the thinning smoke caused by Zero's crash. "Well, I guess you can say this is a sign of aging?"

"Ugh! Forget it!" Lilou rolled her eyes, noticing more and more knights surrounding the greenhouse. Not good, she thought, considering both of them only needed to buy the rest some time and keep Zero busy. Perhaps, lower the number of their enemies because of the modifications the vampires in this place had gone through. "Just an hour, Sam!" she yelled, shifting her focus to the countless knights surrounding her. "I'll meet you at the rendezvous point. If not, I'm leaving you!"

"Oh, my god…" Samael's eyes glinted, but before the horror of being abandoned could take place, sharpness took charge. CLASH!

"One hour it is!" Samael yelled, grinning from ear to ear as his heavy sword clashed with another. "Well, hello there, demon. I didn't know you liked the Grimsbanne blood so much you will find ways to be like us."

Both swords rattled at the forces from their wielder, staying in between Zero and Samael. Both their eyes shone in bright crimson; their eyes mirroring two different monsters. "Hoo! This will be fun," remarked Samael, staring at the changing color of Zero's sclera that has slowly turned dark. His hand trembled both in excitement and a bit of fear, watching the dark blood trickling down from the side of Zero's head down to his eyes.

"Samael La Crox!" Zero's voice was strong and rasped, sounding like a monster caged in a cave at the natural echo from his throat. "May you not disappoint me."

"Wish I would." Samael's lips stretched even broader. "Because if I don't, this will be your last night. No more second chances."

"Hah." Zero only let out a dry laugh before their fierce duel raged on once again. Meanwhile, Lilou stood motionless on the same spot while her eyes scanned the knights surrounding her. She counted in her head and realized it was a bad idea to count. They were just too many of them. "Surrender now, Lilou Bloodfang!" yelled a knight as he took a step forth. "We do not want to hurt you."

The corner of Lilou's lips curled up into a smirk. "It seemed Zero was truly prepared. But alas… how dare you call me a Bloodfang when I carry the name of my husband?"

"We are ordered to restrain His Majesty's bride. We do not want to hurt you, but if you resist, we cannot guarantee your safety."

"Of course." Lilou laughed, twirling her gigantic scythe until it was held diagonally on her back. "Zero doesn't need my hands and feet, nor did he need my eyes, ears, or tongue. For as long as he can have my womb and bear his child, he will not care about other things."

Her eyelids drooped until they were partially closed, smirking. "What a disgusting idea to ever cross a man, but then again, men are a bunch of simpletons who only think of fathering an heir." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ n0vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Fortunately, Samael was too busy to comment. Although he heard her and Zero mocked him whilst clashing with him, his focus was on the battle. They only got another hour before they retreat. They had to finish the job. "Don't worry. The only time Zero will have me is when I am dead." A glint flickered across her eyes as one eye turned red; the other maintained the original viridescent color. "Or when my family is dead. I don't think they would even allow someone like your king to touch my dead body."

Her lips curled up as her remarks were the clear answer the knights sought. Lilou would not surrender over her dead body. And thus, the knights' who were ordered to restrain her held their weapons, observing the growing aura emanating from her. One against countless. Lilou stood proud, carrying the pride of the Bloodfang, who had fallen to the schemes of the Moriarty, and her heart as a mother and Samael's wife.

In a snap of a finger, a loud roar came out of her lips and she disappeared from her vantage point, fighting anyone who crossed the invisible line she had created. 

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