5 Days Later Vincent's shadow is cast over Isadora who was currently keeling on all fours in the dust, her back arches up and down ever so slightly as she catches her breath. She grimaces at the sight of several drops of sweat falling from her forehead into the sand. "You are still unable to land a single strike on me." Vincent's frigid voice only added to her stress. Isadora staggers up to her feet, gritting her teeth, "Let's go again…." She forms a rigid fight stance, "... I believe I won't lose again." She doesn't give up, Vincents muses. He smirks, "Saying that for the fifteenth time in a row doesn't guarantee your success." Isadora says nothing to that and only charges towards him. In quick successions, she delivers several punches towards Vincent's face, ones he easily maneuvers himself out of. It's like he could see all through Isadora's moves before she can make them. Successfully saturating his focus with her punches, Isadora sweep kicks Vincent but just before he falte
The atmosphere was dense with white mist outside, making it hard to see. The day had started so cool and peacefully, failing to foreshadow how it might cruelly forsake one person in a few hours. Saturating the tips of her fingers with a transparent gel, Imelda secured Isadora's long, silky dark hair into a tight ponytail. The tail falls to her back. "Make it shorter," Isadora whispers, staring at the scissors on the vanity. "Why?" Imelda hesitates, "Your hair is too beautiful to be treated that way." "I don't want it to get in the way, Madam Imelda. Please…" Isadora's voice is frigid. Imelda exhales a warm breath, "Not every choice has to be extreme, Isadora. There is always a better alternative." She opens a drawer and sources out a threaded needle. Carefully she twists and warps Isadora's hair around a point and sews it multiple times securing it in place. Imelda picks up a pure white fox mask from the side of the table and places it over Isadora's face. With the mask on, it
"To maintain such false bravado in front of us all… woman you are really a descendant of your father," The sixth elder spoke too casually, "What's your name woman?!" Once again Isadora moved not an inch in response to his words but hidden out of sight, her fists clenched in anger. Why do they always compare her to her father? The silence this time was deafening "It's only one miserable bitch why is this taking so long, master?!" One of the women around kissed her teeth, doused in jealousy. Quick to regret her outburst she quickly held her lips over her mouth, but it was too late. Everyone heard... The atmosphere suddenly became frigid, "Sixth elder, it seems that tramp of yours has gone mad. Perhaps you forgot to put a leash on it?" Vincent thundered. "Please… I didn't mean to speak out of turn…" A soft thud is heard as the woman immediately falls to her knees, weeping… shivering, and begging anyone who could hear her out. "Please…. don't…" Bang! Isadora's body jolted to th
Trigger Warning: Uncensored Violence *** The bell rang. Even at this critical stage, Vincent had given her a task to fulfill; for reasons only known to him, she's been ordered to subdue the men of the seventh and third elder no matter what happened. According to the documents she studied, each of the nine elders had a unique style of clothing for their men. The third consisted of red and black colors and the seventh, white and gold. Isadora sighed. Even if she knew what they looked like, how would she find them without running into trouble? There were eight elders present in the hall, each providing five men, meaning there are forty dangerous people scattered randomly within this mansion and with the bell signal they would currently be looking for her. It's wise to avoid any amount of direct contact with any of those men; the ultimate goal is to survive for the next twelve hours and it doesn't matter how many enemies she kills, it doesn't stop unless she single handedly conquer
"I'm your opponent! How dare you negotiate in my presence. Do you think I'd just stand around till you finish your little chat?!"Isadora lands a powerful kick right to the side of the third's head, the impact sends him straight to the ground.She skips right over, on the offensive, and charges at the one much too relaxed for comfort. He easily evades her attack.Just because they can't possibly fight together due to the rules, doesn't mean she can't attack both.Isadora groans, "The latter might be a musclehead idiot but using him as a scapegoat to evaluate my strengths for you to plan against… Do you think I'd let you do that?"His eyes widened from her accurate assumption.Isadora grits her teeth, now standing between the two, "I'm enough to take on both of you!"The seventh sighed, drawing two daggers from his side, "You really should keep your mouth shut."The third stood up from the floor as the latter spoke, "One on one?… maybe you had a chance. But against the two of us?..."H
The maids rolled in wine and food constantly to sustain the Elders through the twelve-hour wait. Those in which food wasn't sustainable enough, had their mistress pleasure them with their lips and tongue."She is holding up longer than expected." An elder comments with a groan.Sienna watched over the ordeal in disgust. No matter the setting the powerful men in the underworld would always be themselves, doing as they pleased no matter who suffered. And that has always been a concept she could never find truce with.But today all seems to be in her favor… they were all getting their d*cks sucked to Isadora's pain… it's almost like pouring salt over an open wound… could things go any smoother?And seeing all of 'that' reminded her how long it's been since she's done it with Vincent. She worried for his health since he hadn't had his release for a while…Perhaps…"Lord Vincent, let me…" Sienna whispers, gliding her hands across Vincent's chest down to the buckle of his belt.Vincent catc
Incoming Very Long Chapter *** Isadora spoke laboriously, "Seriously… what's wrong… with you…guys?... can't you just finish… me off without tagging that man's name?" "What?" Lorenzo whispers, unable to understand Isadora's muttering. Enraged, Isadora struggled to speak with all the breath she could muster, "Lance this… Lance that… do you not realize I am my own self?… It's torture to hear every one of you constantly drill on and on about how much I am like my father like you know everything…." The more she thought about her miserable fate, the more she was at the brink of losing her sanity. "Hah… Don't you guys get it?! I am not my father!" Lorenzo is taken aback by the boundless depth of darkness in Isadora's eyes, riddled with despair and pain. There was surely more to this,... just what had this child gone through to make her this heartless? Isadora lets out a small laugh, doused in self-mockery, "So what if they suffered? Even if they died a thousand deaths, what does tha
BLACK SAINTS HEALTH CENTER "Make way! Call a doctor, here!" Mateo bursts into the building so suddenly, Felicity in arm; startling everyone in the lobby. He grabs the nearest person by the collar, "What are you fucking zoning out for, help us! Help my sister!" He barks. "I… I don't know what to do..." The poor man, most likely a patient, stammered, shaking in his boots. Mateo's hold on his collar gets tighter, aggravated. "Why is no one coming to help… how can you all abandon us again…" "I… I…" The man understood nothing of Mateo's words, panicking and caving under pressure. It felt like if he said the wrong thing Mateo might kill him in anger. "Master Mateo, put her here," A doctor and nurse run towards him, dragging a stretcher trolley. "What took you so long?!" He lets go of the man and rushes to them, midpoint. He quickly but gently places Felicity's limp body on the stretcher. "Please calm down, Master Mateo, we are going to do our best! I'm Dr. Martin." The doctor says ro
On the hospital bed, Sienna’s eyes weakly fluttered open and her blurry vision took a moment to clear up. Her mind felt heavy and foggy, and it took a while to get her bearings.She emitted a deep, weary moan as she attempted sitting up, overcome by the fatigue that washed over her.“I wouldn’t move too much if I were you,” Mateo advised.Sienna’s gaze snapped to the source of his voice. Mateo was sitting on a chair right beside the edge of the bed with an unwavering gaze on her. She hadn’t noticed him before.“W-what’s going on?” She struggled to form words, still feeling groggy.“You fainted yesterday. You are in the infirmary now.”“Why would I be –“ Sienna’s mind recovered its sharpness in an instant. She finally remembered.“Oh no…. I need… I need to see lord Vincent now….I need…” Ignoring her deathly aching body, Sienna hastily hurried onto her feet, almost tripping in the process.“Sit the fuck down, now, Sienna!” Mateo commanded with striking authority, yet his voice remained
At the entrance of the Green Viper’s Mansion, a number of maids carefully but quickly stowed Sienna’s suitcases into her ride. They didn’t want to be present when she showed up, the past week plus had already put them through enough hell.The signature click-clack of Sienna’s heels could be heard as she walked towards the entrance from within. She moved with urgency in her steps and an impatient look on her face as she checked for the time on her smartphone.“Ugh, it’s almost noon and these imbeciles aren’t done loading up yet. Just like the system here, its people are also slow. How I miss Zeta!’ she groused under her breath.“Don’t tell me you’re going back to the Black Saints after you were clearly banned. It’s barely been two weeks already, do you have a death wish?” Neomi scoffed.Her voice scraped Sienna’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard, forcing her to stop in her tracks.Turning just her torso, Sienna glared at Neomi who met her gaze from the staircase landing. “Unlike you,
"Woah," Gianna sat up and cupped Isadora's face in her hands, "Is there anything wrong?" She asked worriedly, unused to Isadora being so affectionate.Isadora let out a small giggle, "No, I've just missed you.""Hmm" Gianna examined her body, "Are you sure? You've lost a bit of weight. Where have you been all these while? Your friend said you went on vacation. Is that true?""Slow down mom, one question at a time."Isadora shook her head."Yes, I'm fine and it's true, the stress was getting to me and I thought I should take advantage of the break and relax properly before school resumed." She lied.Only after her explanation did Gianna finally calm down, sighing in relief.Isadora dragged a chair and sat by her mother's bedside, smiling.Vincent really kept his word to keep Gianna out of their affairs if she complied. That, she was thankful for. She couldn't put Gianna through the stress of worrying about her, in her condition… she couldn't drag her back to that life.Gianna noticed th
Isadora had her back to Victor while he left. She gazed at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand and tossed it into the trash in an instant.Federigo saw this and sighed, "Don't be too upset Isadora, this is for your own good.""And who are you to tell me how to feel?" Isadora said hotly."I'm just following your father's wishes." He explained.Isadora scoffed, "If you haven't noticed, following that low life's commands isn't exactly my forte, is it?"Federigo didn't know what to say. He could see hatred blaze in the child's eyes each time his master, Lance was mentioned. If Lance could see this right now, he would be destroyed within.He couldn't tell her the truth now. He couldn't possibly explain how much her father loved her and never wished for things to play out like this. No… that would be too much to hear after all these years of pain.He could only say bitterly, "This isn't the way Lance wanted it to end.""Of course, it isn't." Isadora agreed sarcastically.Federigo led her
Isadora smoothly settled down at the new dorm. For dinner, she ordered takeout for all and left Echo and Nirvana in each other's company before retiring to her room. She spent the rest of the night researching and filling up updates on what she's missed in the past few months and her class schedule.The next morning, Isadora rose quite early with an ominous inkling for the day and boarded a cab out of the University's premises. It was a silent ride downtown.She had mixed feelings, willingly coming back to the one place she detested the most, somewhere that was supposed to be her home. Despite knowing that the sole cause of her hatred was dead, it didn't give her much peace.She's never really got to think about Lance's death and what it meant to her. He was gone, but it didn't feel like it. Even when she strove so much to be completely dissociated from him, his bloody legacy still found ways to influence her life, in some way or another.Somehow he's managed to make himself a major ch
"Great, you are here already!" Nirvana opened the door to the dorm, ushering Isadora in."You own quite the apartment, don't you?" Isadora commented, looking around the beautiful living space.Consisting of multiple private rooms sharing one living room, It was a place located in one of the most well-off housing areas in the school. She didn't expect to be placed in the same dorm as Nirvana. It seems she had become Nirvana's official bodyguard.Nirvana chuckled, "Just as much as the insufferable problems, there are perks that come with being born in a wealthy Famiglia," She hopped over to the mini bar at the corner and poured Isadora a glass of chilled water."Thanks," Isadora took a sip from the glass. The feel of the cold liquid in her mouth instantly melted all the tension that built up in her mind while coming here. Back to a place that she'd lost all hope on.After she received Vincent's orders yesterday, she proceeded to inform Felicity and Imelda about her pending departure. Th
After two days of rest, Vincent summoned Isadora to his side quite early in the morning.He made her stand beside his desk, which exposed a clear view of his confidential work while he penned down some words.Isadora took liberty to peer over his shoulders while he worked. She subconsciously thought he was very attractive in his serious working state.There was a soft knock at the door."Come in." Vincent permitted, routinely.The door opened, revealing Imelda's gentle figure."Good morning Lord Vincent. I want to know if you are in the mood to try anything today." She said with a tone of anticipation."No need." Came Vincent's firm voice. Not once did he take his eyes off his desk."Alright." Imelda released a sigh of defeat and proceeded to leave the room.One day he was alright and the next he wasn't. Vincent hadn't tasted a thing since the last time he ate. She was starting to get worried."Wait." Vincent's casual word made Imelda halt immediately.For the first time since she arr
Felicity looked crestfallen, facing Isadora's rejection. Her tone considerably lowered, "I thought you also felt it. Did I read it wrong? I'm sorry I shouldn't have -" "No! It's not you." Isadora grabbed Felicity's hands in hers, preventing her from saying anything else. She spoke, raw from her heart, "You are the most wonderful person I've ever met, Felicity." She glanced at Felicity's body, feeling a rush of desire, "Just… Wonderful." She looked Felicity in the eye, "And I do feel something for you - something I don't understand. I'm just not ready for all of this yet." Isadora explained, a bit overwhelmed. Felicity's doleful expression softened into a small smile. She looked very relieved, her eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment, "I was going crazy not acting on my feelings for a long time. I thought it would ruin our friendship." "Hey," Isadora held up Felicity's chin to meet her gaze. "Nothing can ever come between us. I won't let that happen." Felicity's heart raced at
"Mateo doesn't mind if you hang out with me in broad daylight?" Isadora was much more patient with Felicity now that she understood their dynamic.Felicity's smile instantly fell flat with a frown. Isadora perceived she had said something wrong. Did the two get into a fight?"He's too busy to notice." She replied curtly.Felicity brought Isadora down to her quarters, where Milia sat in the living room, holding an adorable toddler.She stood up to acknowledge them, "Mistress Felicity… Mi-miss Isadora?..."Milia looked very surprised. She never expected the maids' hot gossip this morning, that Isadora had survived the monster was indeed true."Can I have him?" Isadora reached for Lucas with a smile."Sure." Milia passed him to her.Lucas, who was usually very picky about who held him, readily bent his torso towards her.Once he settled in Isadora's arms, Milia stepped aside.Isadora sat beside Felicity on the couch and sat Lucas on her thighs.His bright blue eyes stared at Isadora with