Free Web NovelChapter 643: 643. You Wanted My Mercy, Right? Then Let’s Give You A Baby In That Tummy!
Cassandra stared at him for a long, agonizing moment. She searched his face behind the mask, her mind working at a frantic pace, trying to peel back the layers of his charisma to find the truth.
She was searching for the man beneath the god, trying to discern if this was a genuine vision of a new world order or simply the most sophisticated form of psychological warfare he had ever deployed.
"You’ll tell me which it is eventually," she said, her voice a low, steady challenge. "Whether the mercy offer and the strategic arrangement are the same thing."
"Whether you intend to rule us... or simply use us."
"Yes," Rex said, his voice echoing back from the corridor, sounding both like a promise and a prophecy. "Eventually."
The silence that followed Rex’s "Eventually" felt heavy, charged with the weight of the unknown. He remained in the archway for a moment; then, he stepped into the cell, the heavy thud of his boots on the stone floor resonating like the tolling of a funeral bell.
The resonance dampening field hummed louder as he entered their personal space, a vibration that seemed to pulse in time with the predatory rhythm of his heartbeat.
He leaned down, his face inches from theirs, his eyes burning with a dark, unholy light that had nothing to do with politics and everything to do with a primal, overwhelming hunger.
"You want to know the difference between the strategic arrangement and the mercy offer?" Rex whispered, his voice dropping to a velvet rasp that sent a shiver of pure, instinctive dread down their spines. "The arrangement is about your service to the kingdom."
"Your strength, your tactical mind, and your ability to push my limits are all part of the arrangement."
He paused, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his lips, a grin that promised a total, devastating conquest.
"But the mercy..." He let the word hang, dripping with a terrifying sweetness. "The mercy is much more... intimate."
"The mercy is that you won’t have to live as soldiers or strategists..."
"You will live as the foundation of my bloodline."
"You will find your ’mercy’ in the heat of my bed, through hard, relentless fucking, and in the labor of making babies that will carry the weight of my divinity."
The air in the cell seemed to vanish.
The shock hit them like a physical blow, a psychic shockwave that left them breathless. It wasn’t just the vulgarity of the proposition; it was the absolute, terrifying certainty in his voice.
He wasn’t joking, and of course, he wasn’t teasing. He was presenting a divine decree.
Gorvasha’s reaction was violent in its stillness. Her eyes widened, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks of pure, unadulterated horror.
For a woman whose entire identity was built on the sanctity of her strength and the fierce protection of her kin, such a violation was a desecration. Her mind flashed to her husband, the man she had fought to return to, and her child, the small life she had endured the darkness to preserve.
The thought of being used as a vessel for a conqueror, of her body being reclaimed by this man’s lust, made her feel as though the very earth were opening up to swallow her. Her jaw tightened so hard it looked as though her teeth might shatter, a silent, strangled scream of indignation and shame vibrating in her throat.
Beside her, Cassandra was equally paralyzed, but her shock was laced with a profound, soul-deep agony. Her gaze didn’t flicker; it hardened into something crystalline and sharp.
Her loyalty to Mordecai was not a mere habit; it was the anchor of her very existence, the singular truth in a world of shifting shadows. To Rex, she was a prize to be claimed; to herself, she was a woman whose heart was already spoken for.
The idea of being forced to yield her body to this titan, to bear his seed while her spirit cried out for another, was a torment more exquisite than any physical wound she had ever sustained.
"You... you arrogant, blasphemous..." Gorvasha finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a rage so intense it seemed to vibrate the very restraints holding her. "I have a life! A family!"
"You think you can just... claim us like cattle?!"
Rex didn’t even blink at her fury. He only laughed that same, dark, melodic laugh that had haunted the courtyard.
He looked at them, seeing not just two defeated warriors, but two beautiful, powerful women who were about to be remade in his image.
"A life?" Rex countered, his eyes roaming over Gorvasha’s trembling form with a terrifyingly appreciative gaze. "You had a life, yes, but now, you have a destiny..."
"And destiny is rarely comfortable."
He turned his gaze to Cassandra, his smile softening into something even more dangerous: a look of genuine, possessive desire. "And as for loyalty, Cassandra... we shall see how long it lasts when the blood of a god is demanding to be planted within you."
The tension in the cell reached a breaking point, thick enough to choke on. Gorvasha stormed to her feet, the resonance-dampening chains rattling violently against her neck.
Her face was a mask of pure, righteous fury.
"You’re a FUCKING monster!" she spat, her voice cracking with emotion. "You think because you’ve brought the Underlayer to its knees that you own every soul within it?!"
"My husband is a man of honor, a man who—"
"A man who is currently powerless to stop me," Rex interrupted, his voice smooth and cold, cutting through her outburst like a knife.
He didn’t even look at her; he was staring at the ceiling, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "What a touching sentiment..."
"Loyalty to a ghost. A ghost who couldn’t protect his own wife from the inevitable."
"And do you even fucking realize that he did zero shit to try and stop me? Especially when I was literally making you my punching bag before?"
Cassandra’s face paled, her jaw set in a line of rigid defiance. "Mordecai’s vision for this world was built on—"
"On delusions!" Rex roared, his laughter erupting, echoing off the stone walls and filling every corner of the cell. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement but of sheer, crushing contempt. "You two are so obsessed with the ’morality’ of your bondage that you’ve forgotten the reality of your situation!"
"Look at yourselves! Chained like pets, stripped of your power, and yet you still try to argue with the man who holds your lives in his palm."
He moved then, quick and decisive. The laughter died, replaced by a predatory silence as he strode past the threshold and into the cell. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
The air seemed to vanish from the room. The two women recoiled, but there was nowhere to go.
The chains were short, bolted to the floor, designed to keep them within a few feet of each other.
Rex didn’t hesitate. With one swift, brutal motion, he reached out and grabbed both of their chains, the ones wrapped tightly around their necks.
"Wait—" Cassandra began, but the word was cut off as Rex yanked the chains downward.
The force was sudden and overwhelming. With a sharp crack of metal against stone, both women were slammed down to the floor.
The chains acted like a leash, forcing their heads down, their bodies bent forward in a position of absolute submission. The cold stone bit into their knees; the metal rings groaned as they strained against the sudden, violent tension.
"Look at you," Rex drawled, standing over them, his shadow engulfing their trembling forms. "The fierce warriors of the Underlayer, reduced to kissing the dirt!"
"It’s a good look for you. And coming from my mouth... It’s the most honest thing I’ve said for today."
Gorvasha struggled, her face flushing with a mixture of rage and humiliation. "Urk..."
"You can’t... do this..." she gasped, her voice muffled by the floor.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want," Rex said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. He leaned down, his hand still gripping their chains, pulling them tighter. "And I think it’s time we stopped talking about ’morality’ and started talking about the here and now."
"You’re both so worried about your honor, about your husband, your master, and your loyalties... but let’s be real."
He laughed again, a dark, jagged sound that made them shudder.
"You’re not here to debate philosophy..."
"You’re here to serve. And the only thing that matters right now is what I want..."
"So stop whining and start preparing yourselves."
He glared down at them, his eyes flashing with a cruel fire. "Because we’re going to start fucking right now, and I don’t care who you belong to; you belong to me for the rest of the night."
Rex looked at Lilith. "You can leave now."
"O-Okay..." Lilith walked away and tried not to disturb their private time.
"Let’s get fucking nuts, shall we?"
