Chapter 209: Noelle

Chapter 209 – Noelle

Sari stared at Ester, dumbfounded, confused, completely thrown.

"What... what did you just say?" she asked, voice small, clinging to a desperate hope that her daughter wouldn’t repeat that same filthy line.

But come on. Expecting restraint from Ester, raised on Lilith and Dominique’s brutally direct way of life?

That would be stupid.

And of course, Ester didn’t disappoint.

"Be Noah’s woman," she said simply, like she was talking about breakfast.

Then she turned her head, eyes narrowed, genuinely puzzled.

"Why are you even hesitating?"

As if hesitation itself was the real sin. As if wanting Noah wasn’t natural. As if not wanting him was what needed to be explained.

And maybe she had a point.

Billions of women across the realm dreamed of him. Fantasized. Cried into their beds at night knowing they’d never be with him or even have the luck to look at him. Some even shattered their own hearts just imagining it. Hell, even the Matriarch of the Bloodheart clan masturbated to thoughts of Noah.

So why the fuck was Sari—the beautiful, silent, ice-cold Sari—hesitating?

It’s a good question.

Because no matter how Sari looked from the outside, she was still a woman. Still human.

And just like I once said, humans love beautiful things.

It’s not superficial. It’s just instinct.

You’d rather look at a sunset than storm clouds. You’d rather stare at a stunning woman than a plain one. That’s how it is.

Sure, beauty is subjective.

You might find someone breathtaking and another might find her average.

But some things...Some things are just universally beautiful. Or universally acknowledged by everyone.

Like the sky being blue.

No debate.

And now, put that lens on him—

Noah was an unfairly beautiful man.

That’s not opinion. That’s fact. That’s a divine truth no god, demon, or mortal could deny.

So where did Sari stand?

Truth was—she found him charming. Dangerously so. His presence tugged at her senses. She liked him more than she admitted.

And she heard the sounds.

Those moans. Those cries. That desperate, broken ecstasy Noah pulled out of the women he took.

Hell, sometimes she witnessed it. Not willingly. But when Noah got in one of those moods and fucked right in the open, out in the middle of the damn castle like he owned it, well he did own it, but all that...

She saw it.

All of it.

She saw his cock.

And dear fucking god—

Sari didn’t sleep right for months after that.

There was no point in denying it.

She was interested. Not in love. She wasn’t some hopeless little girl. After all, you cannot love someone you barely had any contact with.

But she was tempted.

Interested enough to try something—if only she had the courage.

But she didn’t.

Sari was shy. Reserved. She couldn’t bring herself to lay with the same man her daughter did.

Even if Lilith already had and Emily was planned that.

Even if the entire family line was half one big orgy away from rewriting the rules of bloodlines.

For her, it still felt... wrong.

So—

"I cannot," Sari said at last, shaking her head.

Ester didn’t back off. She looked at her—deep, intense, amused.

"You hesitating because you don’t want to share a man with your daughter?" she asked, low, with a half-laugh.

"You shouldn’t be, Mother. This family’s already messed up. We’ve got mothers and daughters fucking the same man. Sisters too. All that’s missing is a grandmother and some cousins, and we’ll have a perfect little incest buffet."

She laughed, loud and completely unashamed.

She loved this part of her family.

The degeneracy.

It was addictive. Watching mothers and daughters moan under the same man. Screaming. Pleasuring. Crying out his name like he was their god.

’Fuck... I’m getting horny,’ Ester thought, already feeling the heat between her legs.

She needed to go back. Needed Noah.

Sari, hearing all this filth spill from her daughter’s mouth, still couldn’t help but be surprised by how unhinged she was now.

But it’s not easy to betray your nature. Not in one step.

So, this time again. In a softer voice.

"I... cannot," she muttered again, voice thin.

Ester smiled. Didn’t push.

She just kept walking.

"Alright, Mother. But next time Neko and I get fucked by Noah... you can come watch."

She turned her head, her grin wide, her voice sugar-sweet and soaked in sin.

"You’ll see who your daughter really is."

Because it’s always the quiet ones you need to be afraid of.

And that raises a question,

If Sari does give in—

Will she become like her daughter?

Honestly?

I wonder too.

And so, the two walked on—step by step toward the domain of the youngest Originals’s sibling.

The one they called...The Shadow Puppeteer.

...

But elsewhere, away from the noise and the filth and the familial sin—

Something monstrous stood at the edge of the Shadow Realm.

Massive. Ancient. Unseen.

No one noticed her arrival. Not because they weren’t watching—

But because she couldn’t be seen.

She was void incarnate. Silent. Infinite.

It was Noah’s stalker.

And at last—She had arrived.

"I will create an avatar," she whispered.

Because if she went in personally, her power would flare like a beacon. The shadows would scream.

She could hide in the void—because the void was hers.

But the Shadow Realm?

That would expose her immediately.

And she wasn’t here to make a mess.

She just wanted to look at him.

To observe. To admire.

To bask in the existence of her precious.

That was enough.

So she began.

A small vortex of black mana swirled to life in front of her—concentrated, endless, hungry.

Its energy could shatter Laeh a hundred times over.

Slowly, the mana condensed. Twisted. Shaped itself...

Into a woman.

Tall. Impossibly built. Hips wide. Ass round and lethal. Legs thick, smooth, strong. The hair as black as sin, cascading to the base of her spine. Her eyes were nothingness itself, pure void, no light, no reflection.

She wore a crimson dress that could belong only to an empress who ruled entire star systems.

A living weapon. A walking dream.

The avatar stood complete.

The beast behind it tilted her monstrous head.

"A name..." she whispered. "I need a name."

She didn’t have one. Never needed one. Just nicknames and titles given by history, by fear, or by the Akashic Records.

But now that she was about to meet him,

She needed something real.

She thought of his name. Felt it echo in her soul.

"Noah... Noah..." she murmured.

And then...

"Noelle?"

She smiled.

Nodded.

"Yes. Noelle. From now on... I am Noelle."

With that, she folded her true body back into the void, her monstrous form gone.

And all that remained—

Was Noelle.

She walked forward. Her mind obsessed. Her thoughts looping.

She would finally see him.

I once said—you can’t love someone you’ve never even spoken to.

But I also told you...

Everything has exceptions.

And Noelle?

Noelle was the exception.

How lovely.

—End of Chapter 209—