The Deadly Charm

Part 62 : The Blood Moon Ritual

Some fates are sealed with shadows. Others—burned into blood.

"Ahh... Ahh..."

The room was filled with heavy breathing and an aura thick with black magic. Sitting in an armchair, Master Sorcerer Pieng San had Chanya straddling him, her body moving sensually against his as her breath came in soft, ragged moans.

"Mmm... yes... harder," he murmured, one hand pressing the small of her back to arch her upward while his tongue teased her chest, his other hand caressing her breasts.

"Ahh... ahh... it feels so good..." she gasped, her movements becoming more frantic.

The air was heavy with lust and power. The climax came quickly, Chanya's body tightening, shivering before she collapsed against his chest, breathless.

Then, with a voice like a dagger hidden behind silk, Pieng San whispered:

"It's time to deal with Ekawat."

Chanya looked up slowly, eyes meeting his.

"If you don't, everything we've done—everything we've sacrificed—will mean nothing."

He brushed the damp strands of hair from her face.

"Are you still clinging to him?"

Chanya's expression froze for a moment before a slow, cold smile curled her lips.

"I don't care about him anymore," she replied sweetly. Her eyes sparkled—not with love, but with hunger. She only saw one man now—Pieng San.

"Good," he said with satisfaction, his tone laced with cruelty.

He reached behind him and retrieved a small glass vial, swirling with a thick, jet-black liquid that seemed to move on its own, alive and malicious.

"This is the poison. All you need to do is slip it into his food or drink. Once he consumes it... it'll look like heart failure. Painful. Slow. And no doctor will be able to save him."

Chanya stared at the vial in her hand, her eyes gleaming with delight.

"And when it's done... everything he has will be mine."

"Yes. Everything will belong to you," Pieng San affirmed.

"Then from now on... there'll be only the two of us," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck with a sultry gaze.

"Forever," he said darkly, claiming her mouth again. The lustful ritual between them began once more, burning into the shadows of the night.

Meanwhile, Nattapat and the others waited anxiously for the full moon to rise—the night they had planned to perform the sacred cleansing ritual to break the black spell controlling Ekawat.

But fate had other plans.

Ekawat was dead.

When Nattapat broke the news to Akira and Nattrinee, the room fell into stunned silence. They hadn't just lost a life—they'd lost a battle. A man had fallen not to illness, but to the grip of dark forces.

In the silent library, Nattapat stared at the official report in his hands, disbelief written all over his face. They had a plan. A ritual. They were ready. But death had come too soon.

When everyone gathered at the library—their usual meeting place—the air was thick with tension. Nattapat entered with pale cheeks and clenched fists.

He looked at Kritin and spoke through trembling lips.

"Why did this happen? We had a plan. We just needed to wait until the full moon. But now... my father's gone."

Kritin didn't answer immediately. He had known—deep down—that this outcome was possible. He knew Ekawat's fate might already be sealed from the moment he dabbled in black magic, trying to control Chanya for his own desires.

Ekawat hadn't just been a victim.

He was the one who started it.

If he hadn't bound Chanya with a spell... none of this would have happened—the obsession, the collapse of the family, his agonizing death.

Kritin exhaled quietly. Black magic always exacted a price. It could give—yes—but in the end, it always came to collect.

And this time, the cost was everything.

"So... what do we do now?" Akira's voice broke the silence.

Nattapat remained still, his eyes dark with pain and fury.

"Chanya has everything," he said through gritted teeth.
"She owns the company shares. The estate. Everything my father worked for—he gave it all to her."

His voice shook with rage.

"I don't understand... why would he give her everything, even knowing it was wrong?"

His fists trembled.

"This isn't just about money. It's everything my father built. And now it's all hers."

"It wasn't just greed," Kritin said softly.
"She was driven by a power... one she can no longer control."

Nattapat shook his head.

"It doesn't matter if she was possessed or not. The damage is done. If we don't take it back, she'll own everything—forever."

He paused, then continued with a hard edge to his voice.

"I won't let it end like this. We have to fight back. For my father's name. For everything he stood for."

Kritin went silent, but his eyes sharpened.

They didn't have the luxury of waiting anymore.

The darkness was spreading. Faster than any of them had expected.

He took a deep breath and stood, his voice suddenly firm.

"Then we won't wait for the full moon."

Everyone turned to him.

"I'm going to destroy the source of this darkness—at its root. This ends now."

Akira's eyes widened. She knew what that meant. Kritin wasn't one to say things lightly. If he said he'd confront the source—he would. Even if it cost him everything.

"What are you going to do?" Nattapat asked.

"You don't need to know," Kritin said, a crooked smile forming.
"You just handle the legal side. Take Chanya down the way you know how."

"But—"

"This is bigger than you can handle. Trust me. Do your part. That's enough."

Nattapat clenched his jaw... then finally nodded.

"Fine. I'll do it."