Awakening Domination System: But I'm a Slave?-Chapter 237: Creature of Night [1]
Tap! Tap! Splah!
Footsteps splashed through puddles in the alley.
"Mother?"
Vivienne’s head jerked up. Through her tears, she saw Kelard standing at the alley’s entrance. He looked disoriented, half-awake, his dark hair plastered to his forehead by rain.
"Mother!" His voice sharpened with alarm.
He ran to her, dropping to his knees in the filth beside her. His hands found her shoulders, gripping tight.
"What happened? Why are you like this?" His eyes searched her face, the tears, the devastation written there. "Who did this to you? Did someone hurt you?"
Vivienne shook her head, unable to speak. Her throat was raw from sobbing.
"Talk to me!" Kelard’s voice cracked. His hands moved to cup her face, forcing her to look at him. "Please, Mother. What’s wrong? Why did you leave the carriage?"
She tried to form words. Tried to explain. But how could she tell him?
"I..." Her voice came out broken, barely a whisper.
Then she closed her mouth again.
How could she say that ’I was chasing the man who fathered your brother. I thought he loved me. I thought he would help us. But he threw me away like I was nothing.’
"I thought I saw... someone who could help."
"Who?" Kelard demanded. "Who was it?"
"No one." The words tasted like ash. "It was no one. I was... mistaken."
Kelard’s jaw clenched. His eyes swept the alley, looking for threats, for answers. Finding only darkness and rain.
"You’re soaking wet. You’re freezing." He pulled off his own coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Come on. We need to get you back to the carriage. You need to get warm."
He stood, pulling her up with him. Her legs were unsteady, but he held her weight, one arm around her waist, supporting her completely.
"Whatever just happened," Kelard said quietly as they began walking, "We’ll survive it. We’ll survive all of it. Together."
Vivienne leaned against her son and let him guide her back toward the carriage.
They climbed back inside, water dripping from their clothes onto the carriage floor. Kelard settled his mother onto the bench, keeping his coat wrapped around her trembling shoulders.
The carriage lurched forward again.
Vivienne sat motionless, staring at the floor. Her eyes were empty, unfocused.
Kelard’s chest tightened. He wanted to ask more questions, demand answers. But something in her hollow expression stopped him. He’d never seen his mother like this.
So he kept quiet.
Renard shifted in the corner, still mostly asleep, his head bobbing with the carriage’s movement.
The rain intensified.
What had been a steady patter became a roar, hammering against the roof like a thousand fists.
Lightning flashed, turning the world white for a heartbeat before plunging it back into darkness.
Thunder rolled, deep and ominous.
Then just as they the quieter parts of the town, where there were no sign of any souls nearby...
The carriage suddenly lurched to a halt.
Kelard grabbed the window frame to steady himself. "What happened?"
Renard jolted awake, blinking rapidly. "What?"
"Coachman?" Kelard leaned toward the window. "Why have we stopped?"
The coachman didn’t answer.
He just pointed ahead, his arm trembling.
Kelard leaned further out, squinting through the rain.
At first, there was nothing.
Just the dark street, the rain, the distant glow of shuttered windows.
Then lightning flashed.
And in that stark white light, Kelard saw him.
A man.
All in black. A deep hood obscuring his face completely. Standing perfectly still in the middle of the road, arms at his sides.
Then again darkness returned.
"Who—?" Renard started.
Another flash of lightning.
The figure hadn’t moved. Rain poured off his cloak, but he stood like a statue.
Waiting.
"Drive around him," Kelard ordered.
"I... I can’t, my lord," the coachman stammered. "The street’s too narrow, and he’s—"
Crackle!
The sound cut through the rain.
Orange light bloomed in the darkness.
Fire, swirling, coalescing in the hooded figure’s outstretched hand. It grew from a flicker to a flame to a roiling sphere of pure heat, casting the entire street in hellish light.
The horses screamed. They reared back, panicking, their eyes rolling white.
"Get down!" Kelard shoved his mother toward the floor.
WHOOSH!
*******
Few minutes ago...
Pitter! Patter!
Rain drummed steadily on the tavern’s roof, a rhythmic backdrop to the low murmur of conversation within.
Late-night drinkers huddled over their ales. Travelers seeking shelter from the storm crowded the tables near the hearth.
In the corner, a figure stood from the shadowed bench. Dark hood pulled low. Face obscured by a black scarf embroidered with thorny red vines.
They stretched their neck, rolling their shoulders like someone preparing for work.
Then moved toward the door.
"System," they whispered.
Remove Vivienne Valtair.
[Ding!]
[Subjugated Target: Vivienne Valtair (Removed)]
[Subjugated Targets: 2/3]
"Should I keep you company, young master?"
Alaric paused, turning his head.
A girl stood beside the table, midnight blue hair cascading from beneath a traveling cloak, purple eyes luminous in the firelight.
Her expression was neutral, professional.
"No." Alaric shook his head. "There’s rain outside. Just stay here. I have some business. I’ll be back in a few minutes."
Nyra studied him for a long moment. Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to his hidden face.
"As you wish, young master." She inclined her head and returned to the table, settling back into her seat with fluid grace.
Alaric approached a guard standing near the entrance. He pressed some silver coins into the man’s palm.
"Nothing should happen to the lady there." He gestured subtly toward Nyra. "Understand?"
The guard’s eyes widened at the weight of coin. He nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. No one will bother her."
"Good."
Alaric pulled his hood lower and stepped out into the storm.
The rain hit him immediately, cold, driving, relentless.
Lightning split the sky above, followed by thunder that shook the cobblestones.
He walked with purpose, his boots splashing through puddles, cloak billowing behind him.
"Status," Alaric commanded.
The cyan panel materialized before his eyes.
[STATUS]
Name: Brandon ___ (Past Life: Alaric Noir)
Race: ____
Age: _____
Bloodline: _____ (Partially Awakened)
Title: Slave, Model Servant, Prince of Blackthorn, (The Fallen King)
Essence Path: The Path of #$#&##@##
Sub-Path: Flame, Lightning
Rank: C
EXP: 11,200/15,000
Stats:
STR: 145 (Max)
AGI: 145 (Max)
END: 145 (Max)
WIL: 145 (Max)
CHA: 272
INT: 145 (??) (Max)
Free Stat Points: 283
DP: 74,200
Skill Tree:
•Intermediate Lightning Spells (D): Lightning Bolt, Static Shock, Spark, Jolt Step, Static •Field Intermediate Fire Spell (B): Fireball, Flame Arrow, Burst Step
•Scorchblade Arts (S):
1st Form – Flame Blade, 2nd Form – Flame Slash, 3rd Form – Blazing Mirage
•Dominion’s Gaze (A)
•Regnant Strike (B)
•Obedience Chains (A)
•Gluttony (S)
•Subjects (S)
Scanner
Shop: Advanced Tier Items
Captivated: 1
Subjugated Targets: 2/3
DP Exchange: Available
Fuse: (Usage: Once a day)
System Level: 4
Next Upgrade: 100,000 DP
??? (System Level 5 required)
"74,200 DP," he murmured, rain streaming down his face.
Then he opened the shop interface with a mental command.
Items scrolled past. Some familiar, others new.
His eyes scanned methodically, selecting with cold precision.
•EXP Capsule: 5,000 DP
•Adept’s Focus Elixir: 275 DP
•Wind Affinity Seed: 700 DP
•Intermediate Wind Spell Pack: 1,000 DP
•Earth Affinity Seed: 700 DP
•Intermediate Earth Spell Pack: 1,000 DP
•Shadow Affinity Seed: 1,500 DP
•Basic Shadow Spell Pack: 2,000 DP
•Immolation Aura: 3,500 DP
•Flame Sphere: 4,000 DP
•Skill Attunement Tome: 8,000 DP
Total: 27,675 DP
He hit purchase.
[Ding!]
[Purchase Confirmed]
[DP: 74,200 → 46,525]
[Items Added to Inventory]
[Skill Tree Updated]
New Skills Acquired:
[Flame Sphere] (B-Rank)
Conjures a massive sphere of condensed flame that can be hurled at enemies or detonated on command. Explosion radius: 5 meters. Burns intensely hot enough to melt steel.
[Immolation Aura] (A-Rank)
A sustained toggle spell. Cloaks the user’s body in a searing aura of flame that damages any enemy within melee range (1 meter) and provides high heat resistance.
Alaric didn’t hesitate. He pulled the EXP Capsule from his inventory and crushed it.
Golden light exploded from his palm, flooding into his body.
Energy surged, his essence channels expanding, his core igniting with new power.
[Ding!]
[EXP Capsule Consumed]
[EXP: 11,200 → 15,000]
[Rank Up!]
[C → C+]
[All Stats +2]
[Free Stat Points +5]
"Distribute them all."
[Ding!]
[Free Stat Points: 288 → 223]
[STR: 147 → 160 (Max)]
[AGI: 147 → 160 (Max)]
[END: 147 → 160 (Max)]
[WIL: 147 → 160 (Max)]
[INT: 147 → 160 (Max)]
The changes settled into his body. Every movement felt more fluid.
His senses sharpened.
Finally, he retrieved the Adept’s Focus Elixir.
The vial was small, elegant. The violet liquid inside swirled with its own internal current, glowing faintly.
He uncorked it and drank.
The taste was sweet and cold.
It spread through him, not with the violent surge of the EXP Capsule, but with crystalline clarity. His thoughts sharpened. His awareness expanded.
[Ding!]
[Adept’s Focus Elixir Consumed]
[Heightened Perception: Active]
[Duration: 30 minutes]
[INT: 160 → 165]
[WIL: 160 → 165]
The world came into focus.
Every detail stood out with perfect clarity.
Then he retrieved the three affinity seeds he bought and consumed them one by one.
[Ding!]
[Ding!]
[Ding!]
Sub-path: Flame, Lightning, Wind, Earth, Shadow
[Wind Spells - Intermediate Pack]
Gale Burst: Releases a focused blast of cutting wind
Aerial Step: Brief levitation/dash through air
Wind Shield: Creates a barrier of compressed air
Wind Blade: Releases Sharp Blades of Wind
[Earth Spells - Intermediate Pack]
Stone Wall: Raises a defensive barrier from the ground
Earthen Spikes: Summons jagged pillars of rock
Tremor: Creates localized ground shaking
[Shadow Spells - Basic Pack]
Shadow Cloak: Wraps user in darkness, reducing visibility
Umbral Bolt: Projectile of condensed shadow energy
Night Step: Short-range teleport through shadows
Alaric smiled beneath his scarf.
"Perfect."
He resumed walking, his enhanced senses tracking the approaching carriage three streets away. The horses’ heartbeats. The occupants’ breathing patterns. The coachman’s increasing anxiety as the storm worsened.
In twenty seconds, they would round the corner.
In thirty seconds, they would see him.
And then...
Alaric raised his hand, essence already pooling in his palm.
