"Her only lover could have been Noah Valentine. But did he adopt that child because she resembles Lariette...?" Harry mused to himself, rubbing his forehead in confusion.
He pondered the situation for a moment before coming to a realization.
"Ah, the whole situation is still quite strange..." Harry muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
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The night had fallen, and a dark moonlight bathed the surroundings. A slumbering child, with shimmering silver hair, rested peacefully on a pillow, her silky locks fluttering softly.
Suddenly, the child let out a soft growl, as though troubled by nightmares.
"Ah, it's you again," she mumbled, her voice filled with a hint of resignation. As she turned her head, she was met with an unsettling sight—a multitude of red eyes, all fixated on her.
The scene was eerie and unsettling.
"The time has come..."
The eerie voice, filled with an ominous tone, echoed through the dream.
"Who the hell are you? And why do you always appear in my dreams?!"
The voice chuckled darkly in response, its tone filled with a chilling undertone.
"You really are an interesting child..."
"You really like him."
The voice's laughter sent a shiver down her spine, and she replied, her confusion evident.
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
"If you want me to become curious, then don't tell me. I'm not interested."
Aria spoke with a mix of confusion and a hint of curiosity in her tone.
The voice chuckled in response, a touch of amusement in its tone.
"Ha! What confidence you have!"
"What are you?" she asked curiously.
"You are my descendant."
Aria's confusion grew further as she questioned, "Descendants? What are you talking about?"
"You carry the blood of the Asmodians within your body," the voice explained.
Aria's face betrayed a mix of confusion and disbelief. "My body? Asmodians? Is this some sort of trick?"
The voice chuckled, its tone tinged with arrogance.
"Hahaha! Black hair and red eyes are the symbols of the god and the Asmodians."
Aria's mind swirled with confusion as she muttered, "God... and Asmodians..."
"Do you know who I am? I am the God of the outer Asmodians."
The surroundings faded away in a gust of wind, leaving Aria standing on an altar. A holy grail sat upon it, adorned with a single word etched into it—'Trace of Holy Blood.'
She couldn't help but scoff, "So it means that holy grail requires my blood. How pathetic..."
A small knife appeared in her hand, its blade gleaming in the dim light. As she held the knife tightly, she pressed it against her own wrist.
With a deep breath, she made a deliberate slice, allowing her blood to flow into the holy grail. After a moment, she waited, her gaze fixed
A radiant light began to gleam within the holy grail, casting a soft glow upon it. Aria's gaze was fixed upon the visage of the final god.
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I Became the Precious Daughter of The Villainous Grand Duke
RandomAria, the adopted daughter of duke agnes who experiences death Seven times. In each of her lifetimes, she sacrifices herself for the sake of her family she dies believing that this time her family will love her, She was abused and abandoned by them...
