Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 145: Extinction

Lilia’s heart slammed against her chest. Her knees buckled slightly. Why?

What hurt the most was the fact that her father would have been be alive by now—if only her mother and sister hadn’t committed such an evil deed. She wondered what they would do now. With her gone, they’d probably celebrate.

Why is the world unfair? Just why?

Deep down, she knew life was simply unfair.

And that was what hurt the most.

That was what truly pierced her—the bitter truth she couldn’t escape.

To her surprise, the old man—probably the king—began to laugh. Her father was still on his knees, polishing the man’s shoes.

"You? You’re the one who caused the real problem in the Land of Bordom?" the man said, chuckling darkly.

"You haven’t even reached the heart of the Deadlands, and yet, you’ve already stirred chaos among our own. And it seems you plan to do more."

The men beside him remained silent. So was the woman. It seemed there was a different rule here in the Land of the Dead—very different. It was like being reborn, like starting all over again. And that meant all over.

Just then, Mr. Winslow—who’d been working curiously—felt a chill run through him. Someone had clearly angered the king, a rare and dangerous act. His aura alone was terrifying. No one ever dared raise their head in his presence—not even newcomers. They were all scared of him.

King Evan. A name feared by all. Just saying it could seal your fate.

Yet this girl... she had.

Who was she?

She had looked straight at the king and spoken boldly.

Something about her words struck a familiar chord in Winslow’s heart. But he shook the feeling off. He was thinking too deeply. Still, curiosity itched in his chest.

He turned—and then his eyes locked with hers.

Lilia’s.

Lilia’s lips parted still in disbelief. Her father’s face drained of color. The silence that followed was heavier than thunder.

Then, the king broke it.

"Why did you stop?" he asked coldly.

Her father quickly bent his head. "I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I’ll apply more gold immediately."

Lilia still couldn’t believe it. Her father—a shoe polisher in this world. His clothes weren’t torn, but they were far beneath even what their made wore back at home.

"You better," the king replied with chilling finality.

"Olivia," the king called.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the lady beside her answered with a respectful bow.

"You will take her to the dungeon. She will undergo extinction in three days," he said in a final tone.

Lilia felt the woman’s body stiffen beside her. Was it really this bad?

Her eyes widened again as her mind replayed his words. What three days’ time?

Being dead wasn’t enough. Now they wanted to kill her again in the Land of the Dead"

The woman slowly shook her head, a sorrowful gesture only Lilia noticed.

Extinction is worse.

In the land of the living, people might still remember you. Even in the Land of the Dead, you are remembered in the living—sung about on bad days, cursed, or pitied.

But extinction...

Once you go extinct, no one—no one—will remember you. Not your loved ones. Not your enemies. Not even history. You’ll be erased. As though you never existed.

Her father trembled and dropped to his knees. "Please... have mercy on her. Please, have mercy on my daughter."

The king’s expression twisted with amusement. A slow smile curved his lips.

"Your daughter huh? But earlier, you said you had no one."

Her father’s voice cracked. "Yes. I did. I told you I had no one. And then... she came."

His voice broke completely.

That was when Lilia finally realized it—whatever extinction was, it was far worse than she had imagined.

To her surprise, the man laughed—loud and unbothered, as if something were funny.

Then he spoke, voice laced with amusement.

"I see... like father, like daughter."

Lilia slowly lifted her head. Even as annoyance and anger burned through her, she stared at them—these people who believed themselves superior. Already dead, yet full of pride.

That was what hurt the most. The pride.

The way they looked at her, like she was beneath them. Especially the lady, who eyed her with irritation. The look that gave.

’Why are you breathing the same air as me"

And who had even crowned a man like this as king? she wondered bitterly.

"Take her aw—"

Just then, the man’s voice dropped to a quiet, But before he could finish, a new voice rang out, deep and commanding:

"Father," the figure growled from the shadows.

"I told you to stop sending women to my room."

He spoke, his tone laced with clear annoyance.

From the way he addressed the older man, it was obvious—he was the only one who dared speak to the king that way.

The Prince.

The king sighed, his voice quiet but firm.

"You need to understand... you’ll be needing a wife soon.

Lilia bowed her head. Wife?

Do they wed in the Land of the Dead too?

No wonder some say even death couldn’t do them apart.

"My year’s end is approaching, before my—"

He paused. Didn’t finish.

Before your extinction, Lilia thought, the unspoken word lingering in the air.

The king continued, "You’ll need someone by your side."

Lilia’s silk-black hair fell over her shoulders, smooth and weightless like a river of shadow. She became aware of the change—she was now dressed in a simple white gown.

When had that happened?

Her bare feet pressed against the cold marble floor—no slippers, no dignity. She had changed the moment they left that portal.

Then the prince spoke again, voice deep and sharp.

"That’s not my problem, Father. You always think only about yourself. I don’t want those women. They are not my type."

His father replied with forced calm.

"Then make one of them your mistress. You don’t have to marry them. I just want someone—anyone—by your side... until you find a suitable wife."

But the prince’s voice turned to ice.

"As I said before... I don’t want a wife."

He paused, lips curling.

"I told you—I’m into men."

Just as he spoke, the king’s face twisted in clear annoyance.

"William," he bellowed, voice echoing through the great hall.

To their surprise, the man merely laughed—bold and unbothered, as if he knew exactly how to anger his father.

He shrugged, voice quiet and careless.

"It is what it is."

The king’s patience snapped. He turned to them.

"Take her to the dungeon. Now."

Mr. Winslow trembled as he bowed, his plea ringing softly.

"Please... have mercy on her Your Majesty. Please..."

That was when William’s expression shifted—his gaze sharpening as it finally turned to the girl with her head bowed low, hair hiding most of her face.

As the woman in white moved toward Lilia to escort her away, William spoke again.

"Wait."

The room froze.

Even the king turned, surprised. This... had never happened before. Lilia’s father paused.

Lilia stiffened as he began to move toward her.

She hadn’t looked up once, her face still hidden beneath the curtain of her hair. freёnovelkiss.com

Still, she rolled her eyes inwardly.

Whoever it was—whatever he wanted—she didn’t care.

She didn’t want to be saved.

She didn’t want anyone involved.

If going to the dungeon meant extinction in a few days, maybe that was better.

At least she’d finally disappear.

At least she’d stop hurting the people she loved.

Finally, William stopped in front of her.

Lilia’s head was still bowed, but from the glimpse of his shoes alone, she could already tell—this man screamed wealth.

The material shimmered like a flawless blend of gold and silver, a type of luxury she had never even seen in the land of the living. Here in the Land of the Dead, it seemed wealth had taken on an entirely new meaning.

As she silently wondered what kind of impossible combination this was, she felt it—his hand. She fought the urge not to push it away.

William’s fingers gently tilted her chin upward, slow and intentional, until her gaze finally met his.

His grey eyes widened slightly. He froze... then a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Lilia quickly looked away, but his hand didn’t move.

She could admit it—he was handsome. From his piercing grey eyes to the tousled black hair that framed his sharp features, he was striking.

But even that couldn’t compare to the fire, the heat she felt, the sheer gravity her husband had in the land of the living.

Still... it did make her wonder.

What could have killed someone like him?

What brought him here?

Then he spoke.

"Father, who is she?"

A beat of silence passed.

"She’s the one punished between worlds," the king answered.

William’s grin deepened.

"Oh... so you’re the one who caused the uproar in the palace, huh?"

His tone was playful, but Lilia’s confusion only grew.

She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve being the first person punished between two realms... but maybe—just maybe—she did.

What she’d done was unforgivable here.

William tilted her face gently to the side, studying her features again—like he was memorizing every line.

Then he spoke, lips curling into that same smirk.

"I want her."

Silence fell over the entire hall.

The lady—royal by her posture—rose from her seat, eyes wide. She had been silent for a long time.

William’s brother gasped aloud.

Then the lady spoke, disbelief in her voice.

"Brother, what do you mean you want her? She’s already committed a taboo! There are other beautiful maidens in the palace that you co—"

"Shut up."

The single command sliced through the air like a blade.

"Say one more word," he said coldly, "and I’ll cut off that tiny neck of yours."

The girl paled, instantly silenced. Everyone knew—when the prince made a threat, he never backed down.

"Annabel," the king said sharply.

"Be quiet. Your brother doesn’t joke."

And then came the words that shocked them all.

"I want her to be my wife."

Gasps echoed. Wide eyes. Silence.

She wouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

She won’t.

Lilia said nothing. She stayed silent. She had to be careful, smart, observant in this world.

She lowered her gaze again.

William’s lips twitched into another smile as he continued to admire her.

"She’s more beautiful than any maiden here."

His eyes lingered on hers a moment longer. Then he turned.

"Bring her to my chambers. Tonight."

His tone left no room for argument.