Nether Love | Cassandra x Male!Reader

Foreseen Oppression

I separated my fingers from the eldest daughter and decided to walk around the place, while the blonde girl followed me with synchronized steps, swaying in spacious areas, the luxurious furniture, dim lighting, and intricate details in every corner caught my attention, reflecting my interest in sources of inspiration and design, at that moment, she placed me in her favorite spot, that corner where scents harmonize with the ghost of her distinctive fragrance.

"The scent of flowers is incredibly beautiful, especially when their most beautiful blooms touch droplets of water, I love inhaling those fragrances."

"Just like your scent, it expresses softness at times and a lightness in its impact, like the air that slips between the fingers without leaving a trace, can you imagine a moment where touch loses its meaning between your hands?"

"So, you who should see my gentle side, can you envision beautiful moments while strolling in gardens full of flowers? they become a unique place to enjoy moments of encounter and contemplation."

"I'm the kind who lives in a world of thoughts, I can imagine a journey into my mind, especially with someone who finds joy in creativity and beauty, like music or the arts."

"Everyone here is like that too, but each person focuses on what they love the most."

"Getting to know you will make me feel safer, as if I were asking.. do you have a historical memory that spans hundreds of years, or do you live in the present moment without being affected by the past?"

"Oh, bold little one, I haven't felt fear of anything in a long time, is there something specific you're afraid of?"

"Why is this related to my question?"

"That's the answer, we don't live with fear or overthinking like humans, we draw inspiration from the past to understand the present and envision the future, giving meaning to the past and perhaps to what is to come, memories carry meaning, whether positive or negative, we need this emerging balance of contradictions for things to continue."

I lifted my gaze for a moment, then noticed a hanging painting. "Wow, it's a magnificent piece of art, can I know its price?"

"Oh, the curious one, it can't be sold, it serves as a reminder of a historical past, not just an artistic piece."

"Well, can I get one of those ancient candles?"

"Certainly, I'll give you one, but don't inquire about its source."

"Why is the question forbidden? I'm just trying to enjoy the sights, and what about those ornate cups, gemstone necklaces, and antique clocks?"

Bela smirked. "Do you also wonder about the value of the air you breathe?"

"Can I say I'm curious? this place exudes mystery and luxury, how much would all these things cost?"

"At a price that varies when blood is my currency, and if you want your own blood, I only accept the finest types, for instance, the blood of a virgin youth comes at a very high price."

"Is my regular human blood considered a low-quality option for you?"

"The fresher it is, the more delightful, not low-quality, but like wine, it requires careful selection to bring out its finest appearance, I believe your blood resembles a spiritual elixir, coming with a more.. exciting flavor, I can only say you're no longer fortunate, you, cursed one, have made me feel hungry now."

"Forget it! there's a fantastic lantern in the corner, can I keep it?" I asked, directing my gaze towards it to capture her attention.

Bela spoke with a broad smile. "To get it, you'll need to offer me a drop of your blood."