Awakening Domination System: But I'm a Slave?-Chapter 318: Azrakhel Kharzeth

Thaddeus gasped for air, his hands pressed against Serana’s chest, feeling the faint, irregular flutter beneath his palms.

"Just breathe," he whispered desperately. "Please, just breathe—"

The space around them was vast. Endless.

A realm of crimson sky that stretched to impossible horizons, illuminated by red lightning that arced between floating mountains of black stone.

The ground beneath them was solid but felt insubstantial, like standing on compressed cloud that might dissolve at any moment.

This was where the shattered artifact had brought them.

Serana didn’t respond. Her black eyes remained closed. Her chest barely moved. T

She hadn’t died yet. But she was dying.

Thaddeus’s eyes burned with tears that finally fell freely. His hands trembled as they pressed against her wound, trying futilely to stem bleeding that wouldn’t stop.

Not her too. Please, not her too—

"A vampire summoning me? How unusual."

Thaddeus’s head snapped up, and he saw.

A dragon stood before him.

Massive. The creature was easily two hundred feet long, with scales that shifted between crimson, gold, and obsidian depending on how light struck them. Two heads rose from a serpentine neck.

Wings spread wide enough to blot out the crimson sky. Claws that could shatter mountains.

Then the creature shifted.

And a woman stood where the dragon had been.

Tall, perhaps seven feet. Fair skin. Hair like liquid gold falling past her shoulders in impossible patterns. Crimson eyes with vertical slits.

She wore robes that seemed made from captured starlight and compressed darkness. Her presence remained vast despite the smaller form.

"...Tiamat," Thaddeus breathed the name with reverence.

He pressed his forehead to the ground immediately.

"Please—" His voice cracked. "Please help me. Please save her—"

Tiamat’s eyes regarded him with curiosity.

"Why would I help her? What are you offering in exchange for it?"

Thaddeus didn’t lift his head. Kept his forehead pressed to the ground. But his voice carried absolute conviction.

"Everything. Whatever you want... it’s yours. Just save her. Please."

Silence stretched. Heavy. Then Tiamat spoke.

"You both are the last who carry blood of Primordials in your veins."

She stepped closer.

"Very well. I will listen."

She snapped her fingers.

CRACK-BOOM!

Red lightning erupted from the crimson sky and struck Serana directly.

Thaddeus lunged to shield her.

"Don’t interfere," Tiamat’s voice carried absolute command that froze him mid-motion.

The lightning didn’t burn. Didn’t destroy. It healed.

Serana’s body convulsed once. The wound in her chest began to close. Thaddeus exhaled in relief. Then his eyes met Tiamat again. "There’s something else too."

He stammered. "I-It’s that... I..."

"Say it," she commanded.

His jaw clenched. Tears still flowing freely. "I want revenge. I want Malachai Drakenmoor to suffer. To break. To experience everything he inflicted on others magnified a thousandfold. I want him to pay."

The fury in his voice, the desperate, grief-fueled hatred, made the floating mountains tremble.

Tiamat regarded him. Something flickered across her features. Not quite approval. Not quite sympathy. Something else.

"You ask for power you cannot wield," she said quietly. "For vengeance that would consume you. For justice that transcends your capacity to deliver."

"I don’t care," Thaddeus whispered. "Take whatever you want from me. My sanity. My soul. My future. Just give me the means to make him suffer."

Silence.

Then Tiamat’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Careful what you offer, little vampire. I might actually take it."

She closed her eyes.

Her hand moved to her stomach, placing palm flat against her abdomen where something pulsed.

Then she clenched.

Her hand closed into fist, pulling something out. She opened her hand.

Floating above her palm...

Was a seed. No larger than a fingernail. But pulsing with essence that cycled through every color simultaneously.

Tiamat moved to Serana’s unconscious form. The recently-healed vampire was breathing normally now, her chest rising and falling steadily, but she remained deeply asleep.

Tiamat placed the seed against Serana’s lower abdomen, just below her navel.

The seed absorbed into her flesh.

Tiamat’s eyes opened, and she spoke a single word.

"Azrakhel Kharzeth."

The name hung in the crimson air like pronouncement of fate.

Then she vanished.

And a brilliant light erupted, blinding Thaddeus’s vision.

He had to use his arms to shield...

Then...

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Thaddeus gasped and found himself lying on cold stone.

The crimson realm was gone. Tiamat was gone. Everything was gone except—

Rain. The sound of rain pouring outside.

They were in a cave. Small, natural, unremarkable. The kind that dotted these mountains by the hundreds. Just shelter from storm.

Beside him—

Serana lay unconscious, her silver hair spread across stone like silk. Her chest rose and fell with steady breathing. Her black eyes were closed but moving beneath lids, suggesting dreams rather than death.

And her wound—

It was gone. Completely. Not even a scar remained where Malachai’s blade had pierced her heart.

Thaddeus stared for long moment, processing, trying to understand if what he’d experienced was real or hallucination born from grief and desperation.

Then Serana’s eyes opened.

She blinked slowly, confused. Her head moved slightly, testing, as if expecting pain that didn’t come.

Everything felt fuzzy. Like waking from deep sleep into unfamiliar space.

Her eyes found the cave ceiling. Tracked across rough stone. Found Thaddeus beside her.

"What..." Her voice was hoarse. "How—?"

Her hand moved instinctively to her chest. To where the fatal wound should be. Her fingers found only smooth, unbroken skin beneath torn clothing.

She froze. Stared at her hand. Then looked at Thaddeus with wide, disbelieving eyes.

He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her. Pulled her against his chest. Held on like she might vanish if he loosened his grip even slightly.

"You’re okay," he breathed against her hair. "You’re alive. You’re—" His voice broke. "I’m so glad you’re okay."

Serana’s arms came up slowly, hesitantly, then tightened around him. Returning the embrace. Confirming through touch that this was real, that they’d both survived.

But something felt... strange. Her hand moved unconsciously to her lower abdomen, pressing gently. There was something there. Not physical, but present.

She dismissed the feeling. Pushed it aside as side-effect of coming back from the edge of death.

"Where are we?" she asked quietly, her face still pressed against his shoulder. "How am, how did you?"

Thaddeus pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her black eyes with his copper ones.

"I made a pact," he said quietly. "With a Primordial goddess. To save your life."

Serana’s eyes went wide. "You did what?"

He nodded. "With Tiamat..." He paused, choosing words carefully. "I summoned her. Offered. She listened and healed you."

"Why?" Serana’s voice was barely audible. "Why would you do that? Why risk your... Thaddeus—"

"There was no one else left," he interrupted, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Everyone is dead. My family. Your family. Our houses. Our followers. Everyone." His hands found her face, cupping her cheeks. "I couldn’t lose you too. I couldn’t."

Her black eyes filled with tears. "You fool. You beautiful, stupid fool—"

And then pulled him into a kiss.

Pouring everything, grief and relief and terror and gratitude, into contact between their lips.

And this time, he kissed back immediately, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. One hand tangled in her silver hair, the other pressed against the small of her back.

They broke apart for breath, then came together again. Deeper.

His hands roamed over her body, confirming she was real, she was alive, she was here. Cupping her face. Sliding down to her shoulders. Her back. Finding the curve.

She gasped against his mouth.

His hand moved lower, found the ties on her torn dress and pulled.

The fabric loosened.

He pulled her down with him as he lay back on the cave floor, never breaking the kiss, her body pressing against his...

Outside, rain continued to pour.