Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The capital of Argos was alive with activity, its sprawling streets bathed in the pale glow of streetlights. Yet, amidst the noise and energy of the empire's heart, two shadows moved in absolute silence. Pyris, under the guise of Petne Chaos, glided through the city's darkened alleys, cloaked in the void that only his personal guard, Song, could command.

The master of the void allowed them to move unseen, the air rippling faintly as they passed undetected through the capital's security wards.

They reached their destination: a beautiful mansion nestled within the elite district. The grand estate belonged to Sanguine Bloodshed, the vampire CEO of Obsidian Mines, and the traitor who had secretly allied himself with Sly Mines and the royal families of both the Dragon and Vampire Empires.

Pyris knew Sanguine's house well, but tonight he wasn't here as the CEO of Obsidian Tech. He was here as Petne Chaos—his alter ego, the shadow that lived behind the mask of respectability.

Pyris paused at the mansion's gates, his voice low as he addressed Song. "Wait here. I'll handle the rest."

Song, the master of void, gave a curt nod and stepped back, his form melding into the darkness as if he were part of it. Pyris moved forward, his steps silent as he approached the mansion. It was easy to enter unnoticed—Song's void mastery had disabled any magical alarms that would have detected an intruder.

The mansion's elegant walls seemed to fold around Pyris as he slipped inside, blending into the shadows like a ghost.

He found Sanguine in the grand living room, seated comfortably on a velvet armchair. The vampire was alone, an oddity for his kind, especially given the late hour. His family, it seemed, was already fast asleep—a strange thing for vampires, who usually thrived at night.

Sanguine leaned back in his chair, his eyes glued to the TV, where news anchors reported the chaos that had befallen House Obsidian. The fall of Obsidian Mines was dominating the headlines, and Sanguine's lips curled into a smile as he watched the destruction he had helped orchestrate unfold.

His chuckle echoed faintly in the large room.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't we?" Petne's voice broke the silence, smooth and low, but laced with a deadly edge.

Sanguine's eyes shot toward the source of the voice, his body stiffening. He was a Rank 12 Awakened, a being of considerable power, and yet this stranger had entered his home without alerting him—without him sensing so much as a shift in the air.

"Who—" Sanguine began, his voice catching in his throat as he took in the sight before him. A figure cloaked in dark, shadowy robes stood before him, the features obscured but unmistakably radiating authority.

Petne Chaos smiled behind his mask, taking a step closer. "Do you know who I am?"

Sanguine's eyes flickered with fear, but his arrogance pushed it aside. "You're trespassing in my home, whoever you are. Do you know who I am?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Petne gave a low chuckle, stepping into the dim light that spilled from the TV. "Oh, Sanguine. I know exactly who you are. A traitor, a fool who thinks he's outsmarted everyone. Tell me, do you enjoy watching House Obsidian's fall?"

Sanguine narrowed his eyes, standing up now, his fear giving way to defiance. "House Obsidian is crumbling under the weight of its own arrogance. This… this collapse was inevitable."

Petne tilted his head, his tone now icy. "Inevitable? No, Sanguine, what you've done is betray your employers and align yourself with the wrong people. But you've underestimated the shadows. You've underestimated me."

With a subtle movement, Petne gestured to the coffee table in front of Sanguine. The vampire's gaze followed the motion, and his eyes widened in horror. A laptop, sleek and cold, had been placed on the table without him noticing. The screen flickered to life, revealing an array of documents—bank transfers, encrypted communications, secret deals.

It was all there—Sanguine's dirty dealings, his embezzlement, his underhanded trades in illegal magical artifacts, and his connection to Sly Mines.

"How…" Sanguine whispered, his voice hoarse. "How did you get this?"

Petne's eyes glimmered with malice. "I know everything, Sanguine. Every deal, every secret. And I know the extent of your betrayal."

Sanguine's heart raced. "What… what do you want from me?"

Petne sat down in the armchair opposite him, casually crossing his legs as if they were discussing business over tea. "It's not about what I want, Sanguine. It's about what you stand to lose. You see, I don't actually care what you do with the Obsidians but your doing has given me an opportunity to exploit... Stay tuned to empire

The Obsidian family would simply fire you if they found out about this—cut you loose, humiliate you, yes—but that would be the extent of their wrath. The vampire royal family, however... well, they're a bit more extreme, wouldn't you say?"

Sanguine's face went pale, his hands trembling slightly. "What do you mean?"

Petne leaned forward, his voice soft but deadly. "You've been playing both sides, Sanguine. The vampires wouldn't want it known that they were working with a disgraced CEO in bed with the Obsidian family. If they see you as a liability, they'll kill you to cover up the connection."

Sanguine's breath hitched. He knew the truth of it. The vampires would erase him without a second thought if they believed he could expose their involvement.

"What do you want?" Sanguine asked again, more desperate now. His mind raced as he tried to assess the situation. "How can I make this go away?"

Petne smiled beneath the mask, his voice dripping with calm control. "What I want is simple. Give me your shares in Sly Mines."

Sanguine blinked, caught off guard. "My shares?"

Petne's eyes glinted. "Yes, the five percent you so cleverly acquired as part of your backdoor deals. I know all about them, Sanguine. Give them to me, and I'll erase every trace of your involvement. You'll walk away clean. The Obsidian family will never know what you did, and more importantly, the vampire royals will see you as...

untouchable, a liable insider in Obsidian Mines!"

Sanguine stood frozen, trying to gauge whether he could trust this man—this shadow who had somehow infiltrated his home, exposed his darkest secrets, and now held his life in his hands. He hesitated, weighing his options.

"And if I refuse?" Sanguine asked, his voice shaking but still trying to hold on to some semblance of control.

Petne leaned back, his voice dark and menacing. "Then you lose everything. Obsidian Mines will fire you, the vampires will hunt you down, and you'll spend the last moments of your miserable existence wondering where you went wrong."

The vampire swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He knew he was trapped. The man before him knew too much—far more than he should have been able to. There was no escape.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Sanguine exhaled sharply. "Fine. I'll give you the shares."

Petne gestured toward the laptop. "Transfer them now."

With trembling fingers, Sanguine opened his own accounts and transferred the shares. It was done within minutes, and Petne watched calmly as the vampire's fortune shifted out of his control.

Once the transfer was complete, Petne spoke again, his voice smooth. "Good. Now, as promised, I'll erase your tracks."

Sanguine watched as Petne deleted the incriminating files from the laptop in front of him. Relief washed over him as he saw the data disappear. The vampire leaned back in his chair, his body finally relaxing after the intense encounter. He had narrowly escaped the noose.

Petne stood, his shadowy figure looming over the room. "Sleep well, Sanguine," he said quietly. "You've just saved your life."

But what Sanguine didn't know, as Petne turned to leave, was that he had already sent copies of the files to the vampire royal family. They would see the truth—Sanguine had been exposed, and now they would move to eliminate him to protect their own interests.

That will be the chance he will use to deal with Sanguine once and for all!

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As Petne Chaos slipped silently out of the mansion, he smiled beneath his mask. The trap had been set, and Sanguine's fate was sealed. Now, it was only a matter of time before the vampires severed all ties with him.

They would be forced to withdraw their support from both Sanguine and Obsidian Mines, fearing the exposure of their involvement. And with that withdrawal, House Obsidian would regain full control of its business.

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A week later, the imperial capital was abuzz with rumors. News of Sanguine Bloodshed's sudden resignation from Obsidian Mines spread quickly through the business world. No one knew exactly why he had stepped down, but the results were immediate.

Pyris Obsidian himself had visited the vampire's mansion shortly before the announcement, and those close to the situation speculated that something significant had occurred.

The official story was simple...