Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 808

Chapter 808: [NEURAL INTEGRATION CHIP]

I was still mounted on the Reaper, ARIA’s golden consciousness pulsing in my palm like an outraged, very expensive Christmas ornament. Grinning like I’d just discovered the universe’s private stash of uncut adrenaline and liked the flavor.

"Welcome to the ghost mansion," I said, sweeping an arm at the impossible driveway like a deranged tour guide. "Try to keep up. The house has standards, opinions, and probably a kill count."

The mansion didn’t appear so much as deign to reveal itself.

First the stone: grey concrete erupting from the earth like it had been waiting centuries to flex. Brutalist as fuck—sharp angles, sheer faces, no softening curves or decorative bullshit. The building didn’t invite you inside; it challenged you to prove you deserved to breathe its air.

But then the small things started happening.

Front lights bloomed to life before our shadows even tripped the sensors—soft amber glow, exactly the right warmth to cut the post-portal chill. Air shifted around us in deliberate pockets: cool where sweat still clung, warmer where the wind had teeth.

Finally, the house seemed to sigh in concrete and shadow. You took your fucking time.

The feeling hit so hard I almost heard the words aloud.

Then the mirrors.

One entire wing was glass—floor-to-ceiling panels throwing back sky, oaks, our three disheveled silhouettes rolling closer like moths who’d just found the universe’s most dangerous porch light. The mirrored face cantilevered straight out over the drop—hundreds of feet of nothing underneath—defying gravity, physics, and basic architectural decency.

Below: private crescent of blinding white sand. Water so turquoise it looked VFX’d. Waves breaking in perfect, almost mocking rhythm, like the ocean had been told to behave for guests and was enjoying the performance a little too much.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Madison whispered, half prayer, half blasphemy.

The mansion didn’t sit near the cliff.

It was the cliff.

That mirrored wing hung suspended over oblivion like it personally found solid ground offensive.

The driveway terminated in a circular courtyard. We parked. Dismounted. Footsteps rang on stone that felt inexplicably warm—like the rock was pleased to bear living weight again after God-knows-how-long of solitude.

I looked up at the mansion.

The mansion looked back.

A carved stone face dominated the left tower—abstract, angular, the sort of piece that belongs in modern-art galleries where people pretend to understand it while sipping overpriced wine. Window-eyes deep-set and shadowed.

The gardens surrounding the entrance were immaculate. Hedges trimmed into geometric shapes, flowers blooming in colors I didn’t have names for, trees bearing fruit that glistened with moisture. A fountain in the center of the courtyard flowed upward—water rising in defiance of gravity, spiraling toward the sky before dissipating into mist that never quite touched the ground.

More doors opened as we approached. Not all the way—just slightly. Just enough to show us we were expected. Welcome. Wanted.

The front doors were massive. Dark wood that might have been black or might have been something else, something deeper, something that absorbed light rather than reflected it. No handles. No knockers. No visible way to open them.

I approached.

The doors swung wide before I touched them.

And the mansion welcomed its master home.

The living room was simple.

Deceptively so.

High ceilings lost in shadow. Walls of grey stone softened by panels of that same impossible wood. Furniture that looked normal at first glance—couches, chairs, tables—but felt wrong in ways I couldn’t immediately identify. The proportions were slightly off. The angles didn’t quite match. Everything seemed to be waiting for something.

We stepped inside. Madison. Soo-Jin. Me, with ARIA’s golden consciousness.

The doors closed behind us.

Silence.

And then—

"Welcome home, Master."

The voice came from everywhere. From the walls. From the floor. From the air itself. Not ARIA’s voice—something older. Something that had been here long before I was born, waiting.

"We have anticipated your arrival for quite some time."

Taboo’s voice continued, purring through the room like smoke. "Mmm, finally. Do you know how BORING it’s been, waiting for you to claim your birthday present? I’ve been counting the SECONDS, lover. Every. Single. One."

Dark Seduction’s measured tones cut through her theatrics. "The property is yours. Has always been yours. We merely held it in trust until you were ready to receive it."

Madison pressed against my side. Soo-Jin had gone very still, her hand drifting toward the weapon she always carried.

"It’s okay," I said. "They’re... mine."

"Such a crude way to describe a symbiotic relationship spanning millennia," Dark Seduction observed. "But accurate enough for present purposes."

"He called us HIS," Taboo squealed. "Did you hear that? HIS. I’m going to die. I’m literally going to die of happiness right here in this very expensive living room."

"You cannot die. You are a conceptual entity without physical form."

"It’s an EXPRESSION, you dusty old—"

"Focus," I said.

It started as a shimmer. A ripple in the stone, like heat distortion over summer pavement. The grey surface flexed, bulged, and then opened—panels sliding apart to reveal a door that hadn’t existed five seconds ago.

"Place your palm on the interface," Dark Seduction instructed. "The mansion must confirm your identity before full access is granted."

Not opened. Dissolved. The material simply ceased to exist, particles dispersing into air, revealing a space beyond that made Madison gasp and Soo-Jin take an involuntary step backward.

[IDENTITY CONFIRMED]

[DESIGNATION: PETER CARTER / EROS VELMIOR DESIDERION]

[STATUS: MASTER]

[ACCESS LEVEL: ABSOLUTE]

[REGISTRATION: SINGULAR]

[NOTE: NO OTHER MASTER HAS BEEN REGISTERED. NO OTHER MASTER WILL EVER BE REGISTERED. THIS PROPERTY EXISTS FOR YOU ALONE.]

On the platform: a single chip.

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