The Eclipsed Bloom
Chapter 108: Dark Obsessiveness

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Dark Obsessiveness

"Hmm... I don’t actually remember, but I felt something."

Anahi’s hands paused. She looked at me, concern softening her features.

"What did you feel, love? Can you tell me?" she asked gently.

Hearing her voice, so tender, made something flutter in my chest.

Is she... really worried about me?

A smile tugged at my lips as I looked at her. I closed my eyes, trying to hold onto that strange sensation from earlier.

When I opened them again, I met her gaze and said quietly, my face probably confused, why am I feeling like that.

"This feeling... whoever she was, she felt important to me. Deeply important. Just like how I feel about you right now."

Anahi POV:

Hearing her words... something cracked inside me.

I closed my eyes, trying to mask the cold fury building beneath my skin.

’She says she feels for me the same way... but it’s not real, is it? She loves me because I control her. But that woman in her memory? That love was genuine.’

A bitter taste filled my mouth.

’I need to kill them. Every last one of those bitches. I won’t give her up. Not to her wife. Not to fate. Not even to death.’

When I opened my eyes again, she was staring at me—confused, concerned, so painfully innocent, unaware of how much her concern feelings for me has made me fallen so deeply for her.

And that Leon i could feel he only see me as plaything that’s why i kill him painfully, but she is concerned.

Before she could ask anything, I cupped her face with both hands and leaned in, pressing my forehead against hers. Rubbing gently. Clinging to this fragile warmth between us.

She’s mine now... but I can’t take any chances. When the control breaks someday accidently—I need to be the one she chooses. With or without magic. With or without memory.

I smiled softly, lovingly.

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Progenitor CastleLilith POV:

"Grace... I have an idea."

She didn’t look up at first, her cold gaze fixed on the floor as she sat silently on the edge of the bed.

But when I spoke, her eyes slowly turned toward me.

"What is it, Lilith?" she asked, voice dull, barely hiding the anger brewing inside her.

I smiled and lifted my sleeve, revealing the thin, silver band wrapped around my wrist—faint runes glowing softly.

Her eyes lit up the moment she saw it. The Realm Bracelet.

A flicker of hope crossed her face.

"You kept it?" she asked, standing abruptly. "We can use that and sneak out—avoid the knights."

I nodded, my smile widening.

"I made a few modifications. It’s linked to my clan teleportation point—outside the castle walls, we can go from there to frontlines. They won’t even detect the mana pulse."

Without wasting another moment, I began tapping the runic seals embedded in the bracelet. Each sigil lit up one by one, a low hum building in the air.

Grace stepped beside me, her voice steadier now.

"Once we’re out... we head straight to the frontlines. I don’t care what Father says anymore."

I glanced at her—Red hair glowing faintly under the moonlight, eyes blazing with resolve.

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Norse Pantheon

In a colossal castle whose end could not be seen—a structure so vast it dwarfed the mountains—a silence hung in the air, interrupted only by the crackling of a distant hearth.

Inside the grand master bedroom, Odin sat on the edge of a vast bed, his expression relaxed, his powerful frame draped in royal furs. Sitting elegantly on his lap was a radiant woman with golden hair cascading down her back—Freya, the goddess of war. Her hands rested gently on Odin’s shoulders as she leaned in, brushing her soft lips against his in a slow, sensual kiss. Odin’s hands roamed her body with practiced familiarity.

But suddenly, Odin’s eyes snapped open mid-kiss. His lips froze. His hands stilled.

Freya pulled back slightly, brows furrowing as she looked into his suddenly distant, focused gaze.

"What is it, husband?" she asked, her voice still sultry but tinged with concern. "Why did you stop?"

Odin blinked once, as if returning from a vision, then placed his hands firmly on her waist.

"Two seals just shattered," he said, his voice low and tense.

Freya’s playful expression faded. She frowned, straightening in his lap.

"Is it Elarion?"

Odin shook his head.

"No... that seal is intact for now. It’s the Demon Realm—and the seal that imprisoned her..."

Freya’s eyes widened with sudden understanding. A cold shiver ran down her spine.

"You mean her... the goddess who kept asking about a lover she never had?"

Odin nodded slowly, his expression darkening with deep worry.

"Yes. The one who suddenly get mad. Her Madness was sealed away by all pantheons god kings... but now she has forcefully break the seal."

Freya stepped off his lap, her expression turning grim.

"The Demon King isn’t yet at full strength, so we have time to prepare for that. But her..." she whispered, "You know she is goddess of love, and after that obsession’s she has become countless time stronger than any god king back then."

Odin rose from the bed, walking toward the massive crystal window overlooking the storm-lit sky.

"If she begins searching again... she will definitely destroy many realms like before."

Freya folded her arms, her face irritated.

"All... for a love that never existed, she has kill countless of her own people."

Odin turn to look at her.

"Freya I’m going to meet god kings, they will probably also has sensed it, I don’t know about Zeus that lustful god has sense it or he is still busy in lust."

Freya chuckle hearing him and shook her head seeing her leaving.

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Anahi POV:

I slowly pulled my forehead away from hers, our breath still mingling in the space between us. My eyes locked onto her blue eyes—those eyes I had come to crave more than blood itself.

"Love," I whispered, voice tender but trembling with intensity, "will you marry me?"

Her expression froze.

Shock painted her features, her lips parted slightly as if caught between words. She smiled—soft, uncertain—but I could see it. The hesitation. A flicker in her eyes, like a silent storm.

My heart clenched, but I forced my lips into a gentle smile.

No... I can’t force her. Not this time. I could. With a whisper, I could bend her will, twist her heart. But if I want this bond to last forever—if I want her to truly be mine—I need her to choose me.

Willingly.

I reached out, brushing my knuckles against her cheek with reverence, like she were something divine.

"So?" I said softly, coaxingly. "What do you say, my love?"

My voice was sweet, laced with vulnerability—but beneath the softness, my thoughts burned like fire.

Please... say yes. Let this be real. Let her choose me—not because of the control, not because of the spell—but because she wants to. If she doesn’t...

I pushed the dark thought away.

Smiling deeper, I leaned in just a little closer, my voice barely a breath:

"I’m yours completely, love... I want to be yours, too."

Zara POV:

Hearing her sudden confession... I froze.

I didn’t know what to say.

Should I say yes? My heart was twisting with emotion. I... I love her, don’t I? Then... then I can just say yes, right?

But something inside me stirred—a small, trembling thread of confusion. Fear? Doubt?

Her next words struck deep.

"I’m yours completely, love... I want to be yours, too."

My chest tightened. My heartbeat quickened.

She looked so vulnerable, so devoted. So... sincere.

I couldn’t look away from her eyes—dark, glimmering with love and longing. All that hesitation inside me crumbled like ash.

A warm smile spread across my lips as I nodded softly.

Her entire face lit up, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. She squeezed my hand tightly, her joy almost childlike.

"Perfect. Love, wait—it will only take a minute to create the spell. I don’t want our love to be only bound by soul... I want a deeper bond than that. One that can never be broken."

Spell?

I blinked, confused. What spell?

Before I could ask, she had already knelt on the mossy floor. She bit her finger and began drawing intricate circles with her blood.

I flinched. My brows furrowed as I watched the crimson trails snake into symbols I couldn’t read—symbols that pulsed faintly as they soaked into the ground.

She was using so much blood...

I stepped forward, worry bubbling inside me.

"Anahi... you’re bleeding too much," I whispered.

But she looked up at me with such pure happiness that I couldn’t say anything else. I couldn’t bear to ruin it.

After a while, the ritual circle was complete—glowing faintly, humming with quiet, eerie power.

She stood, her face strange now. Calm... but too calm. Almost feverish with emotion.

"Love," she said, voice soft and melodic, "put one drop of your blood in this circle."

I looked down at the glowing blood circle... then back at her.

A/N{ should Anahi be one of female lead or obsessive villainess}

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