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Lord's Authority.

***[WSA 2024 Entry]*** “In a realm where deceit is woven into the very fabric of existence, the enigmatic dance of perception unfolds. A mimic seeks joy, while another spins webs of deception, manipulating with coy precision. Malevolence lurks in the shadows, and blood stains the path of the fifth. The sixth remains stoic, while the seventh is naught but a mere pawn. Above, below, and hidden amidst, he who controls perception watches, ever vigilant.” *** What does the Fool say? Welcome to the world of [Lord of Mirrors], where reality blurs and truth is but a fleeting illusion. In this game of power and deception, one must tread carefully, for the line between roleplayer and pawn is thin. Is the Lord truly the master, or are we merely pieces in his intricate game? It's all about perception. With eyes that see all and knowledge that spans realms, the is absolute. Obey his commands or face the consequences, for in this realm, he reigns supreme. *** A simple and naive archeologist with a heartache is tasked to roleplay the merciless Lord. Failure means only one thing – death. Can he do it? Maybe or Maybe not. No one knows. However, one must remember… “The Other side is tainted.” ... Warning: This content contains explicit language, graphic violence, and scenes of gore. Reader discretion is advised. *** Additional tags: Brutality, Dark, Villain, Smut, and Gore. ... Title Inspiration: ~Droit du seigneur (The Right of the Lord)~ Character inspiration: Mordret Valor (Shadow Slave) ... Update Chapter length: 2000+/- words. ... Volume 1: The Deception of Mimic ... Welcome to the Other Side (Discord link): https://discord.gg/G5JbQsjt7V

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105 Chs

35. Merciless Lord. (R-18)

[Inside a Dimly Lit Room]

A young woman, barely twenty, gasped in the oppressive darkness. Tied to a chair, blindfolded, her messy, ebony locks mirrored the turmoil within her. The state of hopelessness and despair was evident in her cries.

Regretting over her reckless behavior, she had no option but to beg. 

"Please, spare me, my lord, I beg you!" her words slurred as she implored Mordret. 

She was none other than Rebecca.

"You pledged to do whatever it takes for my forgiveness, so why retract your words now?" Mordret's voice dripped with contempt.

The room bore a nauseating odor, with sticky fluids spilled about and traces of minor bloodshed.

Rebecca moaned and begged from the depths of her being. But her cries were unheard.

'M-Mother! You lied to me! The Lord is not forgiving at all! Ahn~' Her mind turned to mush. 'I-I might turn mad! I need to stop this–kheuk! Hnng~'