"Please big sister, I'll do anything." Aisha pleaded.
Aisha's plea softened Emily's sharp gaze, momentarily shifting the intense focus away from Dervin. He exhaled subtly, recognizing that Aisha had just shielded him from her sister's overwhelming presence.
Just how deep was this Goddess's interest with him?
A glance at her determined expression told him all he needed to know—Aisha wasn't just interested. She was invested.
Emily's midnight violet eyes shimmered with a newfound amusement as she tapped her slender fingers against her arm. "Anything?" she mused, her voice dripping with temptation. "Even if I ask for one of your worlds?"
Aisha hesitated, her entire being resisting the thought, but in the end, she nodded.
Dervin's smirk widened. The lengths this divine woman was willing to go for him… it was truly something.
Emily leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Aisha, is this mortal truly worth that much to you?"
Aisha's answer was immediate. "Yes."
Emily's amusement deepened, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Now that," she murmured, "makes it all the more tempting to take him from you… If only you weren't my sister."
As she spoke, sharp fangs extended past her lips—vampiric, deadly, and utterly alluring.
"The only price I ask," Emily continued, her voice silken yet laced with underlying menace, "is a taste of your blood… and his. After his ascension, of course."
Aisha's entire demeanor shifted. Her expression screamed refusal before she even uttered a word.
"Then I suppose I won't be fulfilling your request," Emily shrugged, entirely unfazed.
Aisha was visibly struggling. She wanted to refuse, but at the same time, she couldn't. She was about to yield—Dervin could see it in her conflicted gaze.
But before she could make the fatal mistake, he intervened.
"Aisha, wait." His voice was calm, measured. "What exactly does giving her our blood mean?"
Emily's eyes flickered toward him, sharp and unreadable. The way Aisha instantly clamped her lips shut, as if bound by an unseen force, only deepened his suspicion.
This was valuable information—enough for Emily to suppress her own sister from revealing it.
Dervin's smirk returned. "I use my wish," he declared, "to know the answer."
Emily's violet eyes widened, and in that moment, Dervin knew he had struck gold.
Aisha's mouth parted involuntarily, compelled by the divine forces that governed wishes.
"My sister possesses an innate ability called Blood Analysis. By consuming the blood of another, she permanently copies their abilities. If she tastes my blood or yours, she will inherit everything that makes us unique—our gifts, our innate traits, even our very essence. She would become an insurmountable existence, a being neither of us could ever surpass."
Silence fell over the room.
Dervin processed the revelation, his gaze darkening with intrigue. This woman was dangerous. If he wasn't careful, she could become something even Aisha would struggle to handle.
But rather than fear, he felt something else.
Desire.
A woman like this had to be his. He would claim her, just as he would claim Aisha.
Emily's lips curled into an almost lazy smirk as she regarded him with even more interest than before. "Aisha," she drawled, "if he hadn't used his wish yet, then why are you so desperate to make him a deity? You're not bound to do this."
A slow, predatory smile crossed her lips. "And now that he's used his wish… why don't we just erase him?"
Aisha was already prepared for this. She straightened, her voice unwavering. "Because he still has four more wishes."
Emily's smirk faltered.
"The wishes of his maids," Aisha continued. "Everything they own belongs to him. That includes their wishes. Did you really think I came here on my own accord? I was summoned by one of his slaves."
Emily's violet gaze snapped back to Dervin, now filled with something more than mere interest.
How skillful does a man have to be to instill such absolute devotion in another? How did one shape a person so completely that they would willingly surrender everything to him?
She wanted to know.
And that made things all the more dangerous.
Emily tilted her head, her smile returning—this time, sharper. "So… about our negotiation," she purred.
"Do you agree to my conditions?"
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