Darkness!
Ice cold!
Silence!
As far as her eyes could see, it was a vast expanse of gray. There was no sky, no land, and nothing alive.
Since the last trace of consciousness had completely left her body, Botia found herself in a completely unfamiliar place, the world of the dead and souls.
Of course, as a devout believer of the Halfling God of Thieves, Brendel, she was not very afraid of death.
Because according to the agreement between the gods and humans, as long as she did not betray her faith, the gods had the obligation to take her into their kingdom and continue living in another form.
In Auraire, death did not mean the end, but the beginning of another life.
Just as Botia began to look around for the door to the divine kingdom, she suddenly found a black spot on her chest for some reason, and it was getting bigger and bigger.
She was now in the state of a soul. Normally, she should remain silver and transparent. Any other color meant that there was a problem with the soul itself.
Time did not flow in the world of the dead.
She did not know how long had passed.
Maybe a few seconds, maybe a few hours, or maybe a few days.
In short, Botia began to feel waves of inexplicable thirst from the bottom of her heart!
It was an indescribable feeling, as if something terrifying was slowly awakening!
"Damn it!
What's wrong with me! "
She gritted her teeth and cursed while desperately trying to block the black hole in her chest that was already thicker than her wrist.
But it was all in vain!
When the black hole expanded to the entire chest cavity, a hole suddenly opened in the gray sky. Botia was then dragged up by a huge force and was quickly swallowed by the huge crack.
Bang!
She felt as if she had bumped into something, and her whole body was sore and painful.
No!
Sore?!
Didn't I die?
The Halfling's mind had always been very quick, and she immediately realized where the problem was.
Slowly opening her eyes, Botia immediately saw a face full of malice and a smile.
If her memory was correct, it was the owner of this face who had killed her. But for some reason, she did not feel any hatred at all. Instead, she had an urge to get close to him.
"Hahahaha!
You're awake, little one.
Now I order you to get up and kneel in front of me! "Gills ordered with a laugh.
Without any hesitation, before her brain could even react, Portia's body faithfully carried out her orders. She lay prostrate on the ground, unable to resist at all.
Fear!
A great fear of the unknown welled up from the bottom of her heart!
Looking at the Halfling's panicked eyes, Gills bent down, smiled and teased, "Do you feel strange?
He had clearly died, so how could he be resurrected?
You should hate me to the core, so why do you listen to my every word? "
"What … what have you done?" Portia asked with a trembling voice.
"Haha, clever little thing, I've resurrected you. From now on, you're my servant, a loyal servant. Every word I say, every order I give, is a sacred word to you that can't be disobeyed.
Feel your own body temperature, heartbeat, and the desire for blood hidden in your heart. You will soon find the answer. "
Gills' words were spoken neither hurriedly nor slowly, and his voice was just right. It was obvious that he had received a strict aristocratic education. At least in terms of etiquette, he was impeccable.
But if one paid attention to his two scarlet eyes, they would immediately discover the viciousness hidden within.
Portia lowered her head and glanced at the cold and pale skin on her hands and arms. She then pressed her chest, but did not feel a heartbeat. She closed her eyes and released her instincts to the maximum. The desire to drink blood quickly welled up in her heart.
There was no doubt that it was as the other party had said. She was no longer a living person, but a vampire derivative.
Looking at the Halfling's angry eyes, Gills stretched out a hand and gently lifted her chin, "Do you feel angry?
Do you feel that I've desecrated your soul?
Remember!
This is the price you have to pay for infuriating me!
Death is never the end, but another beginning.
Next, I'll let you kill your best friend with your own hands. Hug his corpse and cry bitterly, then continue to kill the next one until you completely cut off your connection with the world and become a soulless puppet.
But before that, you need to hand over the Hell's Jewel.
After all, although creating a tragedy is interesting, we can't delay the proper business. Don't you think so? "
Tremble!
Her entire body couldn't help but tremble!
If it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't commit suicide, Portia would have immediately ended her own life.
She simply couldn't imagine what it would feel like to kill her incomparably familiar family and friends with her own hands.
There were many things in the world that were more terrifying than death, especially those scheming masters who could toy with human nature to the peak. Many times, they only needed a few words to stir up the fear hidden in the depths of their hearts.
Obviously, Gills from the vampire family Champney was one of them.
"No!
You can't do this!
I'm willing to hand over the Hell's Jewel!
I'm also willing to become your loyal servant!
But please let my friends and family go!
They're innocent! "
Portia was so agitated that she spoke incoherently. Although Halflings had unparalleled courage, once their psychological defenses collapsed, they weren't much different from ordinary people.
"Innocent?" Gills laughed disdainfully.
"Sorry, no one in this world is innocent.
In my opinion, anyone who dares to defy my will deserves to die.
Don't worry, the sadness and pain are only temporary. Once you truly experience the power of a vampire, it won't take long for you to discover how shallow you were in the past.
It just so happens that it's already dark. Go and bring me the Hell's Jewel. This is an order. "
Portia's body trembled uncontrollably as the last word left her mouth. She nodded vigorously, "Yes!
I'll follow your orders, my great master! "
Obviously, this wasn't her intention. She was under some sort of mental control.
Vampires had absolute control over the derivatives they created. Unless they released them on their own accord or their master died, they would always be enslaved. Some didn't even have independent thoughts.
However, in order to let Portia taste despair and pain, Gills purposely kept her thoughts intact. Perhaps in his eyes, this kind of mental torture was far more destructive than physical torture.