Chapter 78:
King's Landing, Red Keep, Lady of Holy Grace's Bedchamber.
Moonlight poured down like silver. The once-lonely bedchamber was now sealed tightly against the outside world. To protect the "twins," Victor had not only deployed the most elite royal guards but had also installed the most advanced constant-temperature system around the room.
Yet beneath this warm and peaceful facade, Lilith was enduring a kind of "torment" that ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
"Take it away… get it away from me!"
Lilith violently swept her hand out, knocking a bowl of warm bird's nest porridge onto the floor. The exquisite porcelain shattered, and the nourishing liquid soaked into the Persian carpet like thick, viscous pus.
"Lilith, this was specially prepared for you." Victor strode over quickly, brows tightly furrowed, his eyes full of worry. He waved for the terrified maids to leave, then sat down beside the bed himself and took her ice-cold hand. "Pycelle says you need nutrition. You haven't eaten a proper meal in three days."
"My lord, I can't eat." Lilith leaned weakly against the soft pillows, her long hair cascading down and making her already sickly, bewitching face look even more ethereal. She clutched Victor's collar, her nails unconsciously digging into his flesh. "That smell… it's too disgusting. Everything tastes like rotten wood in my mouth. I feel like there are two balls of fire in my belly… they're burning, they're craving something…"
[Black Mother Goddess System Notification:] ["Chaos Twins" development entering accelerated phase (15%).] [Embryonic abnormal hunger: Regular carbohydrates cannot satisfy their evolutionary needs.] [Demand list: High-purity magic crystals, living fire-attribute blood, or raw tissue containing "dragon blood" genes.]
Victor looked at Lilith's nearly pleading eyes and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He did not realize this was a "non-human" demand. As the industrial overlord of this world, he simply assumed that since his children had inherited his violent "True Dragon" bloodline, ordinary food naturally could not sustain such monstrous growth.
"Tell me, what do you want?" Victor stroked her cheek, his voice low and domineering. "As long as it exists in this world, I can get it for you."
Lilith's throat moved slightly. A strange red glint flashed in her eyes. She leaned close to Victor's ear, her breath fragrant like orchid, yet her voice carried a hair-raising tremor:
"I dreamed of… something red… alive… a beating heart. My lord, I want to eat… something that contains the 'spark of life'."
...
Late at night, Red Keep underground vault.
This place had once been where Varys kept his "little birds." Now it had become Victor's secret laboratory.
Victor stood before the iron bars, coldly watching the creature chained inside. It was a "Polar Fire Fox" recently transported from beyond the Wall — massive in size, covered in blazing red fur, a rare magical beast containing primitive fire elements.
"My lord, are you really going to…" The Hound, Sandor Clegane, stood beside him, looking at the restless beast with some hesitation. "Drinking its blood would burn straight through a normal person's guts."
"She is not a normal person. She is carrying my seed."
Victor drew the short blade from his waist. Cold light flashed.
"Kill it. Extract the freshest spinal cord and heart. Do not cook it. Send it directly to the lady."
When the plate of raw, still faintly twitching organs was brought before Lilith, the maids — who had seen all kinds of horrors — turned their heads and vomited.
Yet Lilith reacted as if she had smelled the most exquisite fragrance in the world.
Her slender, pale hands trembled as they picked up a piece of raw flesh. Under Victor's complicated gaze, she elegantly stuffed it into her mouth.
"Hiss—"
The sensation of being nourished by scalding fresh blood made Lilith let out a near-orgasmic moan.
Blood trickled from the corner of her lips, sliding down her neck and into her chest, staining the pure white nightgown with blooming, bewitching red flowers.
[System Notification:] [High-energy biomass ingested! "Twins" activity level increased!] [Synchronized feedback: Host all attributes +5.] [Skill unlocked: Maternal Symbiosis (You can temporarily borrow chaotic magic power from the embryos for defense).]
Victor watched her devour the meal with great relish. Instead of feeling disgusted, he felt a twisted sense of pride.
Look at her — this was his woman.
This was the mother who would give birth to destroyers and conquerors for him.
"More?" Victor stepped closer and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
"More… I need more…" Lilith licked her lips. Her sapphire-blue eyes were filled with greed. "My lord, this spark is too weak. I can feel it… in the south, in Oldtown, or in the deserts of Dorne, there are far stronger 'seeds' calling to us."
...
The next day, Small Council meeting.
Victor's expression had never been colder.
He had originally planned to slowly devour the South through trade, but now — to satisfy Lilith's increasingly terrifying appetite and to stockpile enough "evolutionary nutrients" for the unborn twins — he decided to accelerate the pace.
"My lords."
Victor tapped the tabletop. The map around King's Landing was already covered with dense industrial gears.
"Our aviation fuel has been successfully refined. I no longer need to wait for infantry to crawl across the Red Mountains."
"Pass my command."
"Assemble the First Airborne Division. Target: the Citadel of Oldtown."
"Those old fools have been hoarding 'magic potions' and 'exotic beast specimens' in their libraries for thousands of years. It's time they offered them as sacrifices to the new era's princes."
The ministers were shaken.
They had no idea that the war about to sweep across the realm had begun simply because a pregnant woman needed a "tasty supper."
Meanwhile, inside the bedchamber.
Lilith stood before the mirror.
She loosened her nightgown and looked down at her abdomen.
The once-flat belly had, after consuming that plate of raw meat, developed a strange, slight bulge. Something seemed to be writhing beneath the skin, faintly outlining a ferocious claw mark.
"Eat, my children."
She whispered softly to her reflection in the mirror. Her laughter carried a hint of neurotic madness.
"Once you've devoured the essence of this world, your father's empire will become our dining table."
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