Kaiser of the New World (Ch 200+)

Second Queen (215)

On a hill outside of the burning city, a lone woman was walking, a lantern in her hand.

She wore a beautiful red dress, adorned with gemstones of various colours and fabrics that the most talented of seamstresses would have killed to get their hands on. Shards of glowing glass clung to her dress, like she had just broken a window or another item made of the fragile material.

Every step they took left a mark in the snow, only for that mark to begin getting filled in by the heavy snowfall not even a moment later.

Slowly, the woman walked up the hill, listening to the roars and cries of the two titans behind her battling.

In the light of her lantern, her green hair almost looked a dark shade of black. It hung freely down her shoulders, not tied in a braid of any other sort of hairstyle like Anastasia would often have.

After reaching the top of the hill, Yelena turned around and admired the sight.

The city was in ruin. A gargantuan cloud of smoke rising above it, the burning buildings illuminating the night sky. Combined with the constant snowfall above it, the image almost looked poetic.

At the same height, a menacing four armed beast fought against a raging woman with tentacles emerging from under her dress.

It was a fierce and ruthless battle, one where they didn't care for their own health, they only cared for causing as much harm to the other party as possible.

The Plague Harbinger's tail acted like the whip of a God, always striking their target and injecting them with various diseases it had stored.

Anastasia on the other hand actually looked more menacing than the beast itself. Her bloodlust was ten times more powerful than that of the beast's, Yelena could tell as she could faintly sense it from where she was standing.

Yelena sighed softly as an item appeared in her free hand. It was a rather dull looking book, one which had an equally dull looking story to accompany it.

Fangs of Love - Written by E.Q.A.V

Scrolling through the horribly written smut, Yelena wondered how messed up a woman had to be to write something like this.

As for how she knew it was a woman?

"Eldritch Queen Anastasia Venescence... Could you have been any more obvious?"

Yelena threw the book on the ground, letting the snow cover it so it would never be found by anyone.

As it turned out, Anastasia had been writing her own smut for a long, long time. Yelena wasn't sure why she did it, probably because Castillian was a pig who couldn't even satisfy his own needs, let alone a lady's, so she had to resort to writing smut to get off.

How sad was that?

Still, smut was a lot less sad when compared to what Anastasia herself had done.

Anastasia would regularly sneak into the city, looking for anyone she could have a little fun with. Then, when she was finished, she would dispose of them so no one would ever find out about her little secret.

However, that all changed when one red headed boy came along.

Yelena felt guilty about this whole thing, she really did, but in the wider view of things she really didn't have a choice, it was the only way.

... The only way.

Sighing once more, a small bead appeared in Yelena's free hand. The bead was gray and swirling, like it had a raging storm contained inside it.