The World Is Mine For The Taking

Five out of seven of them had their eyes light up with determination. The thought of losing their virginities to me seemed to excite them, and somehow, it empowered them too. Sandra, despite having already lost hers, was excited as well. Aegis and Robyn, though? Well, they didn’t seem ready.

Aegis looked pissed.

"I don’t want anything to do with you, and I sure as fuck don’t want to be tied to this nonsense. Take whatever you want from them, I don’t care. Just keep your fucking hands off me. I’m not even part of your little crew, so you’ve got no right."

Her voice dripped with venom. Yeah, she wasn’t exactly my biggest fan. Not that I planned on touching her anyway—Aegis gave off serious "I’ll bite your dick off" vibes if she ever went down on someone.

Then there was Robyn…

Her face flushed bright red, hands trembling as she tried to cover it. "I-I’m not ready yet!"

I let out a soft chuckle and said, "If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine. I’m not here to force anything. You make your own decisions, just like everyone else. But whatever happens, stay safe, okay?"

The five original Shadows nodded eagerly, clearly wanting it.

"Alright," I said, giving them a nod, "I’m heading back now. Take care of the others, and save as many civilians as you can." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Yes, Master!" the five Shadows responded in unison.

"Y-Yes!" Robyn added, a little late.

Aegis didn’t say anything—she just crossed her arms over her chest.

With that, I turned and headed back toward the center of the capital.

***

The Capital City was drenched in death. Headless corpses lay strewn across the streets like discarded dolls. Their lifeless bodies wore the Eclipse’s signature hooded robes, but among them, there were civilians too—people who’d been trampled underfoot by the wave of brainwashed bodies that flooded the city. A mother lay crushed in the street, her body twisted at a terrible angle.

"Mama! Wake up, Mama!"

A child knelt beside her, shaking her cold body with tiny hands, tears streaming down her face. Her cries echoed in the empty streets, cutting through the heavy silence. I glanced down at the mother—her lifeless eyes stared blankly at the bloodstained ground.

"I’m sorry," I murmured softly, crouching down to his level. "But your mom... she’s already—"

I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence. Telling him she was dead felt like kicking a puppy.

The kid screamed louder, shaking her body harder, like she was trying to pull her back from the dead, like if she just cried enough, she’d wake up. But she wasn’t asleep. She wasn’t coming back.

My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. Rage boiled beneath my skin. Sesillian’s fucking madness—charming people, brainwashing them, and sending them to their deaths. Innocents like this kid’s mom got caught in the crossfire, trampled by the chaos.

This wasn’t just a war—it was a massacre.

I pointed toward a nearby building. "Listen, go over there, okay? Someone will come to help you. Just wait over there, alright?"

"B-But Mama!"

I shook my head softly. "I’m sorry, but I don’t think your Mama can go anywhere anymore. She’s... going to sleep forever."

"S-Sleep?" The child stammered, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Yeah," I said gently, trying to soften the blow.

"Can’t she wake up?"

I looked at her, swallowing hard before answering. "No. She can’t. But she’s going somewhere nice. Somewhere peaceful."

"Can’t I... go with her?" she asked, her voice trembling as a snot bubble formed under her nose.

I wiped her face with my sleeve. "Not yet. You have to wait until it’s your time. But one day, you’ll see her again. In a paradise where she’ll be waiting for you."

"How long?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"A long time. Years, maybe. But I promise you, you’ll meet her again, okay?"

"...Okay..." she whispered, her small voice barely audible.

She turned and ran towards the building I had pointed to for her to hide in. I watched her go, her tiny figure disappearing inside. I gently picked up her mother’s cold, lifeless body and carried it over, laying her down inside too. Maybe it’d bring the kid some comfort, so she wouldn’t be so scared.

"Wait for the seven big sisters," I told the child softly. "They’re going to take you to safety."

She nodded, wiping her tears. "Un..."

Leaving her behind, I turned and walked away. The Shadows would be there soon to get her out. That girl’s heart would be scarred forever, the trauma etched deep, both physically and mentally. But I’d put her in Filia’s and Natasha’s care. If anyone could help heal her mind, it’d be them.

I headed straight back to the manor, where the party was still in full swing. Inside, it was like a completely different world. Laughter, clapping, music, dancing—none of them seemed to have a fucking clue, or care, about what was happening outside. Their attention was locked onto the woman on the platform at the center of the room, her body entangled with three men behind her, swapping kisses like it was the only thing that mattered.

They took turns, mouths moving from her lips to her neck, and she was loving every second of it.

It went without saying, but that "woman" was Sesillian. To everyone watching, she looked like a gorgeous woman, and I could tell those men thought the same thing. But the truth? He was a man, disguising himself with his deadly Charm ability. His power wasn’t just a trick—it was dangerous as hell. Rose had warned me that his Charm was strong enough to pull everyone in a certain radius towards him, forcing their focus on him like moths to a flame. His voice carried the magic, but it wasn’t just that. His increased mana and whatever pills he’d taken had amplified his power to frightening levels.

While I stood there watching, his eyes suddenly locked onto me, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

"Mr. Faust! I’ve been looking for you! Where have you been?" His voice was sickeningly sweet, dripping with false warmth.

"I’ve been here the whole time," I replied.

"Well, come here then!" he said, waving me over.

I walked toward him, taking a seat next to him on the platform. The men who had been fawning over him, massaging and licking his body, were quickly dismissed. He waved them away like they were nothing, leaving just the two of us in the spotlight.