Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 323

The eldest daughter of House Obsidian remained a mystery, a fact that gnawed at Alexa’s consciousness, though she kept her expression calm. Finally, her gaze turned to Seraphina.

And this time—there was no knowledge.

Only… void. But not empty.

A galaxy lay within her. Endless starlight swirling in chaotic patterns, yet woven with sorrow, anger, longing—and a promise. A grudge so ancient, so deep, it whispered across countless lifetimes.

Alexa whispered, her voice echoing with layers of divine resonance. “Seraphina…”

The name felt heavy, yet familiar. And now, she understood. The visions… they had been true. The ancient grudge was returning.

With a slow breath, Alexa lowered herself, her feet touching the ground without a sound. The energy around her dimmed but did not fade entirely, the golden pulses continuing, slower but constant, as though reality itself acknowledged her presence.

Anastasia, arms folded, finally spoke. “Well… you’re awake.”

Alexa’s gaze lingered on Seraphina for a heartbeat longer before turning. “She won’t be waking soon. Leave her, there’s somewhere we need to be!”

Zara blinked, the aftershock of Alexa’s transformation still rattling her mind. “What? Leave her here? How do you—” why was she feeling like she was the least experienced here?

Alexa’s voice cut through, calm but absolute. “I know. And it’s for your own good. When she wakes, you won’t want to be here.”

Zara’s brow furrowed. “How do you know?”

Alexa’s divine gaze sharpened, the molten gold eyes glowing faintly. “Because, Zara… I know. Unless you want me to tell you what you saw in the illusion in the labyrinth to prove myself? Your family. Your fear. That dream of a perfect ending—trapped in a lie. You’ve kept it hidden even from yourself… but I see it.”

Zara stiffened, nearly stepping back, her throat tight. “I never—how—”

“I told you. I know.” A beat of silence. The weight of Alexa’s words lingered heavy between them, the energy pressing like a weight on Zara’s chest.

Anastasia, finally smiling slightly, broke the tension. “I did say she would wake up different. You should be used to feeling small by now, Zara.”

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Zara glared at her but said nothing, she was the most experienced and oldest here, alright? More powerful even… yet she was being made feel like she was the child not them?

Alexa’s tone softened but retained its divine authority. “There’s something we need to finish. The three of us. Come.”

Zara hesitated, her lips parting as though to protest, but she could feel it—the command wasn’t just verbal. It was woven into Alexa’s aura now.

“Finish what?” Anastasia asked, more curious than concerned.

“Some pests! Nothing terrifying!” Alexa’s gaze shifted toward the corner of the room, piercing the shadows. She didn’t speak at first—she didn’t need to.

The shadows shifted.

And from them emerged a beautiful phantom. A tall, ethereal woman with pale violet skin, flowing silver hair, and haunting lavender eyes. She was draped in translucent fabrics that whispered against the void as she moved.

The air distorted around her presence.

Shez, the phantom guardian, stared in disbelief. “How did you—”

“Shez. Bring me another like you. The best.” Alexa’s voice echoed with divine resonance, making the phantom bow on instinct, half in awe, half in fear.

“You… you can see me? In the void of shadows?”

Alexa’s golden eyes flared brighter. “I see all. Now do as I command.” Shez hesitated only for a heartbeat before vanishing back into the void.

Anastasia let out a soft, amused hum. “Impressive. Mira will be jealous. Can you now give us more information of what we’re going to do.”

Alexa, finally stepping forward, turned her back on the sleeping Seraphina, her voice lower, but no less powerful.

“There’s an annoying fly in the dark. I’m done letting it circle us.”

The three of them—Alexa, Anastasia, and Zara—left the ancestral chamber together. Outside, the shadows whispered, retreating from the radiant golden light that followed them.

Tonight, the divine had truly awakened.

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The cold night air pressed against the grand estate—though calling it a “mansion” was a disservice. No, the ancestral home of House Obsidian loomed like a fortress of ancient stone and magic, its towering spires piercing the sky, radiating power that predated most of the modern world, shadows danced along the massive obsidian walls as though alive.

Alexa stood at the forefront, golden energy still subtly pulsing around her, the aftershocks of her awakening lingering in the atmosphere. Anastasia and Zara flanked her, the contrast between their presences sharp—Zara quiet, troubled, while Anastasia seemed more amused than concerned.

The air shimmered again.

From the void emerged Shez, her ethereal form as breathtaking as before, but she was not alone. Beside her stepped a tall, commanding figure, draped in layers of black and shadows that shifted like a living storm around him. His features were sharp, regal, with ashen skin and piercing violet eyes that seemed to reflect the endless void.

Yet, it was not just his presence—it was the sheer gravity of power he carried, restrained yet undeniable.

Abaddon.

The male phantom bowed deeply before Alexa and Anastasia, lowering his head with the kind of deference rarely given even among divine beings. His aura rippled, coiled, a controlled inferno of cosmic weight. Yet his eyes never left Alexa’s, analyzing, measuring.

“A couple, huh?” Alexa’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smirk, golden eyes narrowing slightly.

Shez smiled subtly, though the pride in her expression was unmistakable.

“Yes, young miss,” Abaddon spoke, his voice a deep, resonant echo, as though layered over itself from countless realities. “It is true. We are bound in both duty and soul. And like you wanted… there is none better in the void right now than I.”

He straightened slightly, eyes narrowing in restrained curiosity.

“I am completely loyal to the young lord.”

Anastasia’s soft, almost mocking chuckle cut through. “Don’t bother explaining yourself, Abaddon. Alexa already knows.”

The male phantom blinked once—just once—but that brief flicker was enough to betray his unease.

Indeed, Alexa did know.

And it disturbed him.

It wasn’t just her ability to see into the void—many divine beings had peered into the endless abyss before, touching the edges of what lay beyond creation. No, it was that Alexa had not merely observed. She had pierced through—as if unraveling his very essence, identities, and oaths laid bare before her divine sight.

No god had ever done this. Not to a Phantom of his stature.

To think gods were not powerful enough would be laughable—unless one truly understood what the Phantoms were. What they served.

Shez, smiling softly, seemed less troubled. If anything, she wore a look of pride, glancing at her husband as if to say, Told you so.

But Zara…

She was silent.

The exchange had shaken her more than she was willing to admit.

She had thought she knew House Obsidian.

She had thought Mira was just a formidable shadow—an elite guardian bound to Pyris, nothing more.

But if these were Mira’s subordinates… No. If these beings bowed so deeply to Alexa and Anastasia, she had grossly underestimated not only Mira but the entire household.

Zara felt small. Smaller than she had ever felt.

“Open the void portal, Abaddon,” Alexa commanded, her voice effortlessly divine, vibrating through the air with authority. “Let’s deal with certain pesta.”

Abaddon raised a single hand.

The void parted.

Not with a flourish. Not with some extravagant display. No, the void simply obeyed.

A perfect circular tear opened before them, absolute nothingness tinged with pale violet. The edges rippled like water. Alexa stepped forward without hesitation.

Anastasia followed, her sharp eyes glimmering with curiosity. Zara, swallowing her discomfort, clenched her fists and stepped through as well.

As they vanished into the void, far beyond mortal sight, something ancient watched.

She watched.

The Eternal Void herself.

A figure beyond shape, beyond time, observing from a realm so far removed that the concept of existence blurred into abstract thought. A voice, a whisper carried across the infinite abyss.

“A new problem for the gods has awakened. We were not wrong.”