Chapter 108: Which castle?!

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Voldemort, still trembling on his knees, managed to wheeze out a "Thank you, my lord."

"Hmm. I can hear your insincerity loud and clear. But it's fine for what I have done to you. Come, let's get into the castle and I will tell you more about your sickness and your cure." Chaos smiled indulgently as if playing with an unruly child.

"Which castle?"

"The castle behind you, of course."

The gravity forcing down on the dark lord seemed to vanish, letting him stand up on his wobbly feet and turn around.

There was now a fortress behind them. It was an intimidating castle with high protective walls circling it.

"This is an unbreachable fortress. No power can go through it with force. It is a creation of the strongest being Chaos myself after all." The Creator said proudly as he snapped his fingers.

The scene changed. They were now inside the castle and in the lavish throne room.

"Follow me." The Creator said to the subdued Dark Lord and climbed the dais over which the golden throne was set.

I was now totally sure that what I was seeing was the past, that what was happening had already happened. I couldn't remember when and how, but it appeared I had fallen asleep and was in a dream world. 

It didn't take me much time to deduce that the [Dreamer] perk was active, showing me an important glimpse of the past. I didn't waste the opportunity and hurried behind them.

The Creator didn't sit on the throne as I had guessed, no, he went past it and stared at the grey stone wall. A second later it moved aside like a sliding door. 

He stepped inside royally with his arms crossed behind him, followed by the curious Dark Lord and me. I jumped in surprise when the wall moved back in its place, barring our exit, trapping us in.

I took a calming breath and consoled myself that I was just in a dream. I couldn't be hurt here. I looked around and was mesmerised by the queer comfortable room. It had no windows or outlets and yet it was filled with abundant light and air. 

There was a massive canopied bed in the centre of the room with shelves covering every inch of the wall except a square space where the hidden passage was.

Chaos went straight for the bed and pointed his hand at it. A black miasmic gooey substance spurted from his palm. It writhed on the bed in defiance, but with a wave of his hand, the gel-like substance started taking a shape.

I looked on with astonishment as the once ugly thing turned into a beautiful sleeping woman. She was wearing a pretty black gown and her hands were crossed upon her stomach.

Her black hair flowed down in two streams over each shoulder and around her breasts. She had a milky pale skin which contrasted well with her dark hair.

She was immensely beautiful. Not as pretty as my mum, obviously.

"Who is this?" Voldemort asked with a frown.

Chaos smirked as he leaned forward and pulled the dress down the sleeping woman's shoulders, exposing her breasts.

He placed his palms over the shapely peaks and gave them a tight squeeze. "This is you. Damn, you have a nice pair of tits, Voldemort."

The Dark Lord snarled and pointed his empty hand at the ruler of the worlds in a threatening manner. Which was both brave and stupid. "Step away from her and don't you dare touch her. Explain yourself right now."

Chaos smiled sadistically, he pinched the woman's nipples all the while staring at the Dark Lord, taunting him. But when a black flame started burning in the Dark Lord's hand, he did step away with an amused chuckle.

I sighed in relief. I was getting a tiny bit uncomfortable watching a slumbering woman getting molested.

"As I mentioned earlier. This woman is you. Or at least the amalgamation of all the cancerous parts of your soul given a body and consciousness. She is your sickness and your cure."

"What is the meaning of all these? What am I supposed to do with her?" Voldemort asked annoyedly. He had moved between the bed and Chaos, trying to keep the Creator's attention on him and away from the half naked woman.

The Creator hummed thoughtfully, a sardonic smile forming on his face.

"It means, my little evil dark lord, that she is the one who was hurting you, not consciously of course. And now she is also the cure. She is the physical form of your cure. She has taken away all the corruption from your soul and freed you from your impending death. Now, let's decide the price for all of my help. You didn't expect me to do this all for free, did you?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed. He stood straight, protectively before the bed. "Name your price."

"Good. You are not fighting against the inevitable. I knew there must be a reason why I liked you more than the other Voldemorts." Chaos said in a pleased tone. "For saving your worthless life, I take away your worthless freedom. You shall never leave this castle anymore. You will be imprisoned here until your end."

Voldemort simply snorted and shook his head. "Not happening. That demand is as bad as killing me. With this restriction, I wouldn't be able to take over this pathetic country and lead it. I wouldn't be able to change it into my vision. No, I don't accept it. Ask something else."

Chaos just tilted his head in thought before shrugging. "Fine, your corrupted self which is in the form of that woman will never be able to leave this room while you will never be able to directly leave the castle."

"That's the same thing!" Voldemort complained.

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