Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 198: The Vampire Queen’s Seduction [Part 1]

Warlock Ch 198. The Vampire Queen's Seduction [Part 1]

"Fine, fine, I'm going." Damian held his hands up in mock surrender, backing toward the door. "You two go back to brooding or whatever it is you do to prepare. I'll handle this."

He slipped out of Cassius's quarters before either of them could respond, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The hallway was empty, its silence pressing in on him as his footsteps echoed faintly against the polished stone floor.

"Okay," Damian muttered to himself as he walked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "This is fine. Totally fine. Just charm her a little, get her talking, and see if she lets something slip. Easy."

He frowned as doubt started to creep in. 'Is it going to be that easy?' Victoria wasn't exactly the type to let her guard down. She was sharp—razor-sharp—and dangerous to boot. If she figured out what he was up to, there'd be hell to pay.

Damian stopped in front of his own door, pausing just long enough to exhale slowly and clear his head. "No second-guessing now," he muttered. "You've done this before. Plenty of times."

Still, there was a nagging feeling in his chest, something about this situation that felt… different. It wasn't like the other times he'd relied on charm or wit to get information. This was deeper, messier, and Victoria was far from an easy target.

'Focus,' he thought, shaking the doubt away.' You need answers. No one else is going to hand them to you.'

He stepped into his quarters, grabbed his coat, and straightened himself in front of the mirror. A cocky grin pulled at his lips as he adjusted his collar. "Still got it," he muttered with a wink to his reflection.

The grin wavered just a little as he turned back toward the door. This wasn't some random tavern flirtation or an information grab from a low-level mage. This was Victoria. A vampire queen…

And Damian knew better than anyone that one wrong move with her would land him in more trouble than he could handle. To make it worse, with his status, he didn't have much or anything to negotiate with.

"Focus, Damian," he whispered to himself. "Get close, get answers, get out. Simple."

As he turned toward the door, a sharp knock broke the silence. Damian froze mid-step, blinking at the sound.

"Uh…" He straightened awkwardly, brushing invisible dust off his coat. "Come in?"

The door creaked open with slow, deliberate grace, and Damian immediately felt the air shift. A faint, familiar perfume drifted in first—rich, subtle, and dangerous—and then she stepped through the doorway.

Victoria.

She was as composed and elegant as ever. Her presence filled the room instantly, suffocating any thoughts Damian had about leaving. Her lips curved into a faint smile as she closed the door behind her.

"Well, well," Victoria said softly, her voice smooth as silk. "And here I thought I would have to summon you again."

Damian blinked, his confidence momentarily faltering. "Lady Victoria?" He quickly recovered, his cocky grin snapping back into place as he leaned casually against the edge of his desk. "You could've knocked louder, y'know. I almost thought it was the cleaning crew."

Her smile didn't waver as she stepped closer, her crimson gaze steady and unnervingly calm. "If you would prefer me to announce myself with a fanfare next time, I can arrange it."

Damian chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "No need for all that. You just… caught me off guard."

Victoria's eyes lingered on him. She was too composed, too unreadable. It was like staring at the eye of a storm, knowing it could rip him apart in an instant.

'I need to seduce her!' he thought, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through him. 'This is my chance.'

Victoria raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his awkward response. "Caught you off guard?" she repeated, her voice as smooth as velvet. "I wasn't aware I had that kind of effect on you."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Damian shot back, forcing a cocky grin as he straightened up. "But hey, don't take it personally. I've just been… distracted lately."

Her smile widened slightly, her gaze sharp and assessing. "Distracted? By what, I wonder?"

Damian leaned against the edge of his desk, his movements casual as he let his grin soften into something more playful. "Oh, you know. Vampire politics. Grand schemes. Beautiful queens dropping by unannounced."

Victoria tilted her head, her crimson eyes narrowing just enough to make him wonder if she was amused or annoyed. "Flattery, Damian? I expected more from you."

"Who said it's flattery?" Damian replied smoothly, his grin turning into a smirk. "I'm just stating the obvious."

Victoria's expression didn't falter, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—curiosity, maybe. It was hard to tell, but Damian knew he'd managed to get her attention.

"I see," she said softly, taking a step closer. "And what, pray tell, is your goal here? Do you think charming me will win you favor?"

Damian shrugged, his grin unwavering. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just trying to get to know you better. You've got this whole mysterious, untouchable vibe going on, and I've gotta say—it's intriguing."

Victoria let out a soft laugh, though it was more of a hum, low and deliberate. "Intriguing?" she repeated, her tone dipping slightly. "That's not a word I hear often."

"Really? That's a shame," Damian said, pushing off the desk and closing the gap between them just a little. "Because it suits you."

Victoria's gaze locked onto his, unflinching. "And what would you know about me, Damian? You barely know who I am."

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"Maybe," Damian admitted, his voice dropping slightly. "But that's what makes it fun, isn't it? The mystery. The challenge."

Victoria tilted her head, her expression turning sharper. "A challenge?"

"Absolutely," Damian said, his smirk widening. "And I've never been one to back down from a challenge. Especially not one as… compelling as you."

Damian's heart was pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure if he was winning her over or walking straight into a trap, but at this point, he was too deep to back out.

Victoria finally broke the silence, taking another step closer. She was so close now that Damian could feel the faint chill of her presence.

"You're bold," she said softly, her voice like silk sliding over steel. "Dangerously so."