Intro into the world and powers III

The air around the red-haired youth rippled as he stepped through the portal, his form emerging into a lavish room that exuded timeless opulence. The walls were draped in rich crimson tapestries, and the furniture, crafted from dark wood, was adorned with intricate carvings. The scent of incense lingered in the air, blending with the softness of velvet cushions. It was a room of power and wealth, the kind of space that spoke of influence and high status.

The youth stood still for a moment, crimson eyes scanning the room with an unreadable expression. His red hair, slightly tousled from the journey, framed his face as he took in his surroundings. The grandeur of the room was starkly juxtaposed by the grim task he had just completed.

A voice—soft, melodic, and undeniably commanding—cut through the silence. It was familiar, yet carried a weight that made him turn instantly. Her voice was like a song, captivating and pulling his attention toward her.

"Ian…"

The voice called again, and the youth's eyes settled on her.

Standing in the doorway was a woman, devastatingly beautiful, with the same fiery red hair and piercing crimson eyes as him. Her presence was overwhelming, like a force of nature that left no room for indifference. She was taller than most, her body slender but sculpted, exuding both grace and power in every movement. Her red hair cascaded down her back in a fiery wave, and the way she held herself seemed to draw the very air around her. The faintest smile curled on her lips, and her eyes, filled with sensuality and authority, locked onto his.

She wore a tight, form-fitting gown of deep crimson, the fabric clinging to her every curve as she walked toward him. Each step was deliberate, a dance of grace that seemed to command the room, making the air heavier with her presence. There was a fluidity to her movements, the way she swayed, her every motion exuding a magnetic sensuality. It was the kind of beauty that could stop the world—dangerous, alluring, and untouchable.

Her lips parted as she spoke, her voice carrying a melodic undertone that wrapped around the youth's senses. "Is it done?" she asked, her tone a mixture of command and sultry curiosity. She stepped closer, her eyes running over him in a way that made his chest tighten, her words soft but undeniably powerful.

The red-haired youth glanced at her, his expression unchanged. "Yes," he replied coldly, "the Orc Duke agreed to the plan. But there is one condition he gave."

Bella's brow arched in surprise, her lips curling into a playful, yet knowing smile. "And what condition is that?" she asked, her tone dipping lower, teasing, almost coaxing. She stepped closer, the heat of her body mixing with his as she leaned in just a little too close.

The youth's lips curved slightly, his tone shifting as he spoke, "He wants one million female slaves."

Bella's eyes widened in shock. Her posture stiffened slightly, but her beauty remained, like a deadly flower, unaffected by the surprise that flickered across her face. "One million?" she murmured, her voice a blend of astonishment and disbelief. "That's... less than I expected."

Her shock was clear, but it didn't diminish her sensual presence. She stepped back slightly, her fingers running through her red hair, drawing attention to her delicate features and perfect lips. "I thought he'd ask for more," she continued, her voice now softer, laced with an unspoken challenge. "But... I suppose this is good news."

The youth's gaze remained impassive as he responded, "A million is still a sizable price for the work we're about to do. it's going to be worth it."

Bella chuckled lightly, a melodic sound that seemed to hum with an underlying hunger. "Always playing your hand, Ian. You never fail to surprise," she purred, her eyes twinkling with mischievous energy.

The conversation seemed to shift as the youth's mind moved on to another subject. "There was an invader," he said, his tone casual, though there was an edge of something darker in his words. "I saw him while I was on Demacles. I don't know his name, but something felt off about him. Strange for an invader to show up there."

Bella's face faltered for just a moment, a flicker of surprise flashing in her eyes. She stepped forward, her usual flirtatious demeanor shifting to something more serious as she processed the information.

"An invader? On Demacles?" She stepped closer still, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes narrowing as she took in every detail. Her voice dropped an octave, now laced with caution, but still holding that seductive undertone. "That's unexpected. The Demacles subcontinent is a strange place... No one dares enter there lightly. And yet... an invader?" She paused, tilting her head, her gaze locking onto his, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "This sounds interesting."

Before she could respond further, the red-haired youth's voice cut through the moment, sharp and commanding. "Bella, contact the Cult. Tell them about this. Let them know what we've seen."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and affection. "Always so direct, Ian. You never allow room for negotiation, do you?" Her tone was teasing, her lips curling upward in that trademark smile. "But of course, you know I can't say no to you. I'll contact them right away."

The youth turned away from her, his expression remaining cold and detached. "Tell them everything. The invader's society seems to be up to something... and it's too dangerous to ignore."

Bella smiled, sensing his disinterest in her playful advances, but it didn't dampen her spirit. She walked towards the communication device on the desk, her steps as smooth and fluid as a predator closing in on its prey. "Anything for you, brother," she murmured, her voice honeyed, flirtatious even as she reached for the device.

Her fingers brushed lightly against his arm as she passed, a playful gesture that made her presence undeniable. "But you know," she added with a sly smile, "you could always ask for a little something in return. A favor, perhaps?"

The red-haired youth's gaze flickered to her for a split second, but his expression was unreadable as he turned his attention back to the open window, his thoughts drifting to the invader. "Later, Bella. We don't have time for this the meeting holds in 7 months' time we need to be fully prepared."

Bella chuckled softly as she began to send the message, her fingers flying over the device with practiced ease. As she worked, her eyes remained fixed on the youth, a hint of something dangerous and alluring still in her gaze. The conversation had shifted, but the game had only just begun