Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Pyris sat at his sleek, polished desk in his corner office atop Obsidian Tower, staring out over the imperial capital's skyline.

The city was a sea of glittering lights, but his mind was focused on the events of the past week—Sanguine's downfall, Petne Chaos's first move against Sly Mines, and now, the arrival of Esmeralda, the enigmatic and infamous sister of Silas Count Dracula, as the new Vice-CEO of Obsidian Tech.

Pyris had just finished reviewing the details of the next move against the Dragon and Vampire Empires when the soft sound of heels echoed in the hallway outside his office. The door swung open, revealing Emberly, his mother and the matriarch of House Obsidian.

She was as graceful and imposing as ever, but there was something softer about her demeanor today, a vulnerability she rarely showed.

"Pyris," she greeted him as she entered the office, her eyes scanning the room before settling on him. "We need to talk."

Pyris nodded, gesturing for her to sit. As she took her place in the chair opposite him, the air between them seemed to grow thick with unspoken tension. Emberly had always been a powerful figure in his life—someone whose authority he respected, yet recently, their relationship had grown more complex.

His awakening as a Lust Dragon had changed the dynamics between them, though he had since mastered control over his aura.

Still, as she sat down, her proximity caused a subtle reaction in both of them. Their bodies brushed against each other briefly as she passed by, and for a moment, a spark of something raw flickered between them.

Emberly's breath hitched almost imperceptibly, but she quickly regained her composure. Pyris, too, felt the pull but managed to suppress it, controlling the powerful aura that had once overwhelmed her.

She cleared her throat, focusing on the topic at hand. "You're wondering why I chose Esmeralda to be the new Vice-CEO."

"I won't deny it," Pyris replied, leaning back in his chair. "Esmeralda's return wasn't something I expected, given her… history with the family."

Emberly's gaze softened, though there was still a fire burning behind her eyes. "I understand your hesitation. Esmeralda has always been... difficult to understand, but her abilities, her knowledge of the Vampire Empire's internal workings, and most importantly, her hatred for Silas, make her an invaluable ally right now."

Pyris raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Silas and Esmeralda have always been at odds, but do you really believe she'll stay loyal? She's not exactly known for following anyone's orders."

Emberly sighed, her voice dropping slightly. "Esmeralda has her own reasons for wanting Silas destroyed—reasons she hasn't shared with anyone, not even me. But I believe those reasons are enough to keep her loyal, at least for now. She knows that siding with us is her best chance at ending him."

Pyris nodded, considering his mother's words. "You still seem conflicted, though."

Emberly's eyes flickered with something deeper—something more personal. She hesitated before speaking again, her voice almost vulnerable. "There's more to this than just business, Pyris. Esmeralda... reminds me of what I once was. Fearless, powerful, but also burdened by choices I didn't want to make.

She's a mirror of everything I've tried to forget and Pyris Esmeralda is capable."

Pyris could feel the weight in her words, and for a moment, the distance between them closed. There was an attraction there—something that had simmered between them since his Lust Dragon abilities had fully awakened.

But Pyris was in control now.

His aura no longer overwhelmed his mother as it once had, though the tension between them remained.

As they continued to talk, their bodies occasionally brushed against one another unintentionally, sending brief sparks of energy coursing through them. Each touch, though fleeting, caused Emberly's breath to catch, her voice trembling slightly before she regained her composure.

Pyris, too, felt the tension building, but he kept his focus on the conversation, unwilling to let the attraction distract him from the matters at hand.

"Esmeralda's appointment is necessary," Emberly finally said, her voice steadier now. "She's the key to taking down Silas. But you must be cautious around her, Pyris. She plays by her own rules."

Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, the graceful and fearsome mistress that Emberly had always been was gone. In her place was a woman who had fought countless battles, both external and internal, and who now found herself entangled in something far more complicated than business or power.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After a long, silent pause, Emberly stood, her graceful figure towering over the desk. "I'll leave you to it," she said softly, her eyes lingering on him for just a moment longer before she turned to leave.

As she exited the office, the employees in the hallway paused, whispering in surprise. Emberly's presence in the tower had shocked them—many thought she had withdrawn from public life, letting Pyris take over the running of the company.

But she was still very much in control, even if her influence now operated more subtly.

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The next day, Pyris found himself standing outside the office that had once belonged to Emilia, now reassigned to Esmeralda. Emilia had been fully appointed as the CEO of Obsidian Entertainment, the growing entertainment giant that was a key pillar of House Obsidian's vast empire.

He took a breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a smooth, confident voice answered from the other side.

Pyris opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes immediately falling on Esmeralda. She stood by the large glass window, the sunlight casting an ethereal glow around her white hair streaked with black. Her body was lithe and elegant, wrapped in a form-fitting black dress that emphasized her perfect curves.

She was undeniably beautiful, her appearance as polished as ever, with a grace that only vampires of her lineage possessed.

But it was the object in her hand that drew his attention—a red dagger, sealed in an evidence containment bag. The hilt was black, darker than the abyss itself, and the blade pulsed with an ancient aura that seemed to resonate with a bloodthirsty energy.

Pyris narrowed his eyes as he walked closer. "Is that what I think it is?"

Esmeralda turned to face him, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "It is. The very same dagger that nearly ended your life when you were just a boy."

She placed the dagger on her desk, its presence filling the room with an oppressive energy. Pyris could feel the malevolence radiating from it, its sharp edges glittering with a lust for blood.

The air around the weapon seemed to pulse with an ancient power, making it clear that this was no ordinary weapon.

"It's cursed," Pyris said, his voice quiet but firm. "A Godly Rank weapon, capable of annihilating an Obsidian completely, even their soul. This dagger... it's the one Silas used."

Esmeralda's smile widened, though her eyes held a seriousness that belied her casual demeanor. "Indeed. Silas didn't know the curse on the blade, but he knew it could kill you. He was about to use it when your mother stopped him."

The memory of that night flickered in Pyris's mind. He had been too young to understand what had truly happened, but Emberly had saved him, freezing the entire room before Silas could strike.

Esmeralda moved closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "This weapon, Pyris, is what will finally destroy my brother."

Pyris's gaze hardened. "How did you get your hands on it?"

Esmeralda chuckled, placing the dagger down and walking back to her desk. "I've been tracking that weapon for years. I've always known Silas had it, but I waited for the right moment to reclaim it. It was... lost to him in a skirmish some time ago. Lucky for me, I had people ready to retrieve it."

Pyris looked at the cursed dagger once more, feeling the weight of the moment. This weapon had nearly ended his life, and now it would be the key to ending Silas's reign of terror.

But Esmeralda's motivations weren't purely about justice—Pyris knew that. She had her own reasons for wanting her brother dead, reasons she kept hidden behind that wicked smile. Still, for now, their goals aligned.

"Let's make sure this works," Pyris said, his voice resolute. "Silas can't walk away from this."

Esmeralda's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Oh, he won't. Trust me."

The next battle had begun, and with Esmeralda at his side, Pyris was ready to take down Silas once and for all.