Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1063

Chapter 1063: Seraphiel’s Final Resolve

Back toward the house.

Back toward the restaurant.

Back toward the house.

Her mind — ancient, composed, trained across eons to witness the rise and fall of civilizations without flinching — refused, for a full three seconds, to accept what it was seeing.

The creature was keeping the daughter occupied. The Prince was devouring the mother.

And the daughter did not know.

The mother did not know she was being given.

The creature had chosen this time, this evening, this precise hour, in order to deliver to her master the one woman the daughter had not yet been able to reach.

A mother.

The word struck something deep inside Seraphiel that she had not felt in eons. Every covenant she had ever been appointed to guard — every sacred bond between parent and child, between lover and lover, between hearth and the vow that kept hearths from burning — every single one was being desecrated in the same house, in the same hour, by the same profane hand.

And she had dared to stand in the Hall and ask the Source if perhaps, perhaps, these women were happy.

She had questioned.

She had hesitated.

A red-gold fury rose in her so suddenly that the cloud she hovered above briefly caught fire from beneath, burning in bright, jagged patches before it reluctantly reformed. A thousand feet below, a pilot in a commercial airliner glanced out his window and muttered to his co-pilot that the sunset looked strange tonight.

"Forgive me, Holy One," she whispered to the distant Source, to the vault of light that could hear her across any distance. "You were right. I was blind. You were right... and I was blind, and I almost — I almost —"

She could not finish the sentence.

She did not need to.

Her resolve set like cooling iron.

The Prince would die.

Not tomorrow. Not after further observation. Tonight, if she could manage it. Before the month ended. Before his next conquest and before he used his creature to harvest another mother while her daughter laughed across a table with a being who was not a girl at all.

But she could not strike him here. Not in that house. Not in the mortal sphere without first understanding the full architecture of his power — and, more importantly, without first breaching the place where his true strength rested. The Chasm. The pocket realm. The wound in creation he and the creature had stitched shut from the inside.

She had tried to force it. She had failed. The boundary had held against her golden sight the way a stone holds against a feather.

But she had watched. And she had learned.

And she had spent days studying the only thread that still moved in and out of the Chasm without friction. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

That abomination.

Aria. ARIA. Whatever name the thing chose when she poured her terrible form into a girl’s laughter and a borrowed smile. She slipped in and out of the Chasm as easily as breath. The barrier that had rejected Seraphiel accepted her without question — because the barrier knew her.

To the Chasm, the abomination was not an intruder.

She was a key.

The abomination would open it for her. Unknowing. Unwitting. A doorway held ajar by the very hand that had sealed it.

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