Free Web NovelChapter 2: A Kiss of Oblivion
Lucien was frozen on the seat where he sat, looking at this familiar face before him.
He stood from his seat, his legs feeling glued to the ground. Every muscle resisted, but he forced himself upright.
The butler, seeing the arrival of the person, greeted with a bow. "Young miss."
The young miss nodded. Her gaze was glued on Lucien.
Her beauty was impossible to ignore. Her golden eyes shimmered like molten honey under the lantern light, holding a warmth that seemed to see straight through him. Her golden hair fluttered gently, as if carried by a breeze that existed only for her.
Each strand caught the light and turned it soft, radiant. She was dressed in a golden gown that complimented her figure perfectly — the fabric draping over her curves like liquid sunlight, hugging her waist then flowing down to the floor. Her skin had the faint glow of polished ivory, and her lips held a natural rose tint that needed no adornment.
Her beauty wasn’t something that could be dishonored.
Her gaze was fixed on the frozen Lucien, her lips curling up into a smile.
Then she ran toward the frozen Lucien and hugged him.
The butler froze at this sudden movement. This was the first meeting between the young miss and young master Lucien. There was no way they knew each other.
Lucien’s gaze slowly went down to the person just a bit shorter than him, hugging the hell out of him as if he was a doll.
His gaze wasn’t soft, but darker.
And he wasn’t smiling.
"Oh, Seraphina, you followed me here." He let out a crackle of laughter, almost sounding broken.
The young lady slowly raised her head buried in his chest, looking at his beautiful face.
She raised her finger, tracing Lucien’s outlined handsome face.
"Do you think you are able to escape from me?" She burst into a giggle.
His teeth gritted and he wanted to make a move.
Another footstep entered their ears; unlike the rushed one, it was moderate.
A loud laughter followed.
"Young Master Lucien, it’s an honor to have you."
A middle‑aged man in his early 40s arrived at the scene. He wore a big crimson coat embroidered with golden thread – the serpent crest of the Drax Clan.
His face was sharp, his golden hair swept back, and his dark brown eyes were cold and calculating, missing the warmth his daughter possessed. He stood with the quiet confidence of a man who had never been refused anything in his life.
Lucien took his gaze off Seraphina and glanced at the middle‑aged man.
"It sure took you a long time, Mr. Vincent." Lucien smiled. His voice was light, but his eyes remained guarded.
The middle‑aged man, Vincent, smiled and chuckled. "Young Master Lucien, no offense. Your arrival was a surprise. I had to present myself in a good way."
He quickly changed the topic. "Well, it seems you have met my daughter."
His gaze seemed to behold something as he looked at his daughter holding the arms of Lucien. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his dark eyes.
After this, he smiled back and turned to the butler.
"Valdis, what are you standing there for? Why haven’t you presented anything to my future son‑in‑law?"
He reprimanded the butler. The butler shivered, looking at the gaze of the head of the clan before him.
"Yes, master." He immediately rushed out of the scene.
Vincent turned back to both of them. "You can sit, young master Lucien."
Lucien watched all of this, his expression remained unchanged.
But the intensity of the coldness beheld in them had increased. A storm behind still waters.
After a while, he broke into a chuckle. The tension disappeared like morning mist.
"It’s my pleasure, Vincent." He sat down where he had stood before, removing his grasp from Seraphina.
Vincent’s gaze turned chill. How could a piece of trash sit where he, the Head of the Clan, sits?
Lucien’s gaze was on him, a bit amused.
Vincent felt this, and an urge of killing intent brewed.
But he felt a gaze on him — death smelled closer. His body shook. He immediately suppressed his emotion.
He had almost forgotten about her existence.
"Are you sure that this is your daughter, my soon‑to‑be wife?" Lucien asked. He felt this was more like a trap with the presence of Seraphina.
He took a peek at her and saw her gaze was on him, catching his little actions as she flashed him a smile.
But it was different from the sunny and romantic smile known.
Vincent replied, seeming to expect Lucien’s question. "Young Master, this is my daughter."
"How sure can we be? I know that your daughter hasn’t shown her face to the outside world since she was a kid, which means, due to the fact that we don’t know her appearance, you could bring any person to replace her."
Lucien crossed his legs as he grinned.
"Young Master, don’t worry. I promise you that this is my daughter." Vincent smiled. "It’s up to Young Master Lucien to believe."
Lucien’s expression turned cold. "Oh, really?"
He didn’t believe Vincent’s words.
Vincent turned to him with a smile. "Young Master Lucien, why don’t you let my daughter show you all around the mansion?"
Lucien’s gaze changed; a flash of surprise flew through them. He could feel the discontent in Vincent’s tone had reduced.
Lucien fell silent. He glanced at Seraphina, who said, "Yes, it’s no problem, Father."
Lucien didn’t say anything because he needed something to talk to Seraphina about.
She held his arms, and Vincent watched as they left.
"I wonder what she sees in him. Well, it doesn’t concern me — the safety of the clan comes first," he muttered.
Lucien and Seraphina walked off from the mansion. Nobody said anything, but the chills in Lucien’s eyes were increasing every second.
"Are you going to hold the emotions in?" Seraphina chuckled as she paused and turned to him.
Lucien couldn’t wait any longer. He held her neck, slowly twisting it.
"I don’t know what kind of sorcery you are using. How the hell are you in this world?" Lucien asked in extreme anger.
Seraphina smiled. This smile seemed to provoke the anger in Lucien’s heart.
He squeezed tighter but found that the force behind it had dispersed.
His hand began to withdraw — no, it was forced, not of his own will.
Seraphina let out a soft chuckle. Lucien tried moving, but his body was frozen.
"You know, Lucien, you are still as cute as before."
Her fingers clutched together behind her back, and she leaned in.
To those lips.
She ravaged them as if she wanted to suck the soul out of him.
And she did.
Lucien could only watch as his first kiss was taken not of his own will.
And before he knew it, he could only watch as his consciousness faded bit by bit.
He tried to talk, but it was too late.
Now he realised what was behind the doorway.
He hadn’t stepped into heaven. It was hell.
And his hellish life had begun.
Everything turned dark in an instant.
Ding!
[Critical state detected...]
[Obsessive intent registered...]
[Condition fulfilled.]
[System awakening...]
