The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 158: Hollow

The carnage left behind was atrocious. It looked just like the night of the Full Moon Gala.

Bodies scattered all around. Homes burnt to ash. Debris was everywhere. Business had been crushed. Roads cracked and broken.

Groans escaped from a handful of wolves clinging to life among the wreckage, their faces marked by devastation and surrender. Vampires strode past, spears in hand, with swift thrusts to their skulls, granting them a final death.

The smell of death, fear and iron clung to the air like a lifeline. Filling it and flooding the senses.

Blood stained the soil, screams haunted the air, so much that the their voices echoed in the wind. Like the pain left a permanent scar on the land.

Violet looked at the massacre, and where guilt should have been, an empty hollow space was there instead.

She felt nothing at the moment. No sadness, no anger, no furry. Nothing. Like everything that made her, her, had been cleared out and she was just an empty vessel.

The sun would be rising soon.

Her army stood before her, blood-spattered and crimson-eyed. They appeared utterly savage, faces smeared with taunting streaks of blood, their elongated fangs bared, and claws unsheathed. An aura of malice and death radiated from them.

They looked formidable and dangerous. A force to be feared.

Violet was satisfied with their destruction.

"Chop off every head and put them on spikes around the pack territory. I want to send a message to the Ruthless Alpha King."

The vampires obeyed without hesitation. After having seen their new queen in action they weren’t one to risk their necks with delay.

Each head of the dead wolves had been separated and displayed.

Violet’s message clear.

This is war.

Black SUV’s rolled up and the army retreated just before dawn and moved to where they would be stationed as they made their way across the country. The campgrounds had blackout sealed curtains, each tent sheltered 2-4 vampires based on their status. They slept on soft beds and cotton sheets.

During the day, while they’re vulnerable the witches established a shield, alert barriers and traps.

The injured vampires were taken straight to the infirmary. Which was fully stocked and prepared, Jeremy made sure of it. They’d loss some lives during the attack, but nothing notable.

Violet and Ash slipped into their tent, finding their quarters fitted with every imaginable comfort. A bathtub awaited, already drawn and steaming, its surface scattered with rose petals. Freshly lit candles filled the air with a floral aroma, gently masking the lingering scent of blood from the battle.

The bed was adorned with black satin sheets and a matching velvet comforter.

The candles provided a beautiful dimly lit atmosphere intended to soothe Violet and Ash.

In the center of the tent stood a dark wooden table flanked by two chairs. Resting on the surface was an inviting tray of food: a rare steak accompanied by potatoes and carrots prepared for Ash, and a medium-cooked steak with corn and asparagus arranged for Violet on the other side.

Violet smiled approvingly at Arya’s hard work. She did well.

"Looks like Arya did a good job with how you’re smiling." Ash smiled wrapping his arm around Violet’s waist, tuckering her into his side.

"I don’t know if I want to bathe or eat first." Violet giggled.

"Why not do both? I’ll bring the table over to the tub, it’s big enough to bathe together and eat together." Ash suggested with a smooth seductive voice. He looked down to meet her gaze holding it there with a lustful look in his eyes and a sinful smile.

"I love the way you think." the smile in Violet’s eyes said everything that needed to be said.

She dropped out of her armor and into nothing but her bare skin.

Claw marks that were almost healed and dried blood graced her skin.

Her curves outlined by the black curtains, giving her milky skin a beautiful glow. Ash swallowed hard seeing his beautiful wife stand naked before him, his heart pounded in his ears. Even after all these years she could stir the beast in him.

Violet left his side and strolled over to the tub, her hips swaying with each step. She unbraided her hair and let it fall covering just to the bottom of her but, show casing the tear shape of her hips and thighs.

Ash dragged the table over to the tub. Stripping his bloodied and dirty clothes. Violet smiled, showing one of her fangs to him, licking her lips. Desire flooded her eyes as she gazed at his naked body. His abs firm and chiseled. His chest sculpted and toned. His shoulders broad and arms built strong. Her eyes fell to his hardened member between his legs and her eyes widened to match her hungry smile.

"Eyes up here, my queen." Ash teased Violet with a sly grin approaching the tub and climbing in with her.

He picks up a glass of blood wine and says "Cheers to being one step closer to drawing out the Alpha King."

Violet’s smile turned dark and wicked "Cheers to that."

"How do you feel after today?" Ash asked Violet.

"Fine, mostly." She answered taking a bite of her steak.

"Mostly?" Ash prodded.

"I’ve recently started to feel this empty hollow feeling settle inside me." Violet confessed cutting another piece of her steak and placing it delicately in her mouth.

She ate like she hadn’t just murdered a city of people.

"That happens sometimes, after you start taking lives." Ash answered taking a bite himself.

"I don’t know this feels different, like my soul is making space for something else." Violet wanted Ash to understand this wasn’t like what he was thinking. This wasn’t an emptiness built on guilt, but something else entirely.

"Are you sure it’s not just the recent family killing spree we’ve been on?" Ash asked with a hint of mockery.

"Yes, I promise, this is definitely different. I feel like I should be worried, but I’m not and that is concerning." Violet paused sliding further into the water, blowing bubbles, before lifting her chin just out of the water and continuing. "I think I’m losing myself."

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