novelraw Chapter 94 : Queen of a False Kingdom
Chapter 94 : Queen of a False Kingdom
Elizabeth Crimson.
Queen of the vampires.
Bearer of the purest blood of the Crimson Clan.
She stared at the abomination standing in front of her.
In the Null Realm, among all the species that crawled, flew, ruled, and devoured, there was an unspoken rule everyone obeyed:
The strongest rules.
But for vampires—
That rule carried a different weight.
Among them, the strongest was not simply the one who trained the hardest or killed the most.
It was the one with the purest bloodline.
It did not matter if you were the son of the previous vampire king or queen.
It did not matter how many battles you had survived.
Your worth... your right to rule... was decided by the purity of your blood.
And right now—
In front of Elizabeth—
An impossible thing was happening.
Her body.
Her blood.
Her instincts—
Were reacting.
She felt an urge.
Not to attack.
Not to dominate.
But to submit.
For the first time in her life.
Not to a vampire.
Not to an ancient ancestor.
But to a human.
A human who no longer felt human.
A being whose presence resembled something superior—something she had only ever read about in ancient texts and forgotten myths.
’No...’ she thought, teeth grinding. ’I refuse this. I will not... submit to a human.’
She would rather die than let such humiliation be carved into her name for all eternity.
Slowly—
She pushed herself up from where she had crashed against the wall.
Her legs shook, but she forced them to hold.
She raised her head, crimson eyes burning with stubborn pride.
"I will die fighting before I ever submit to yo—"
SLAP.
A loud crack echoed through the arena.
Elizabeth’s head snapped to the side.
A bright red mark bloomed on her cheek.
Her thoughts blanked for a second.
Before she could fully process what had happened—
SLAP.
Another one.
Her head whipped the other way.
The crowd flinched as if they had been struck instead.
Elizabeth wanted to move.
Wanted to snarl.
Wanted to unleash every last drop of power she had and tear the abomination in front of her to pieces.
But her body—
Did not obey.
It felt as if the blood inside her veins was refusing to answer her will.
As if it was no longer hers.
Her eyes widened in horrified realization.
Arthur was doing to her—
What she had done to him.
He was forcing her blood to submit.
She remembered his earlier words, spoken with that infuriating calm.
"That’s how many times you slapped me... Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back for this soon."
And now—
That was exactly what was happening.
SLAP.
SLAP.
SLAP.
He kept slapping her.
Again.
And again.
Open-handed, precise, neither playful nor wild.
Each strike echoed across the silenced colosseum.
The vampires in the stands held their breath, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Their queen—
The one they had always looked up to as absolute—
Was being slapped repeatedly by someone who was human not long ago.
Fear crawled over their skin.
Because they could feel it now.
Clearly.
This was no longer a simple fight.
This was dominance.
This was hierarchy being rewritten before their eyes.
In the next second—
The entire Crimson Clan held its breath.
Every vampire present.
From young to old.
From noble to servant.
They all felt it.
Instinctively.
The boy standing in front of them—
Was no ordinary being.
Their bodies shook.
Their instincts screamed at them to run.
To bow.
To not defy this existence that now stood above them in the food chain.
Not even one of them truly thought about rushing forward to help their queen.
Their bodies refused.
Their survival instinct screamed louder than their loyalty.
Then, somewhere in the stands, a voice cracked under panic.
"Run away! Run away! We’re all going to die!"
The words spread like wildfire.
Vampires began moving all at once.
Some tried to fly.
Some simply jumped from the stands, pushing and shoving, desperate to escape.
They stepped on each other.
Trampled those who stumbled.
Panic surged through the crowd like a living storm—screams, scrambling limbs, the sound of bodies colliding as everyone tried to flee in whatever direction seemed furthest from Arthur.
And then—
A voice cut through the chaos.
"MOVE AND YOU WILL ALL DIE."
The command slammed into their minds like a hammer.
Every vampire’s body froze.
As if their muscles had been locked from the inside.
They could not move.
They could not twitch.
Even those mid-step stumbled and then stopped, held in place by something deeper than fear.
Slowly—
All eyes turned toward Arthur.
He stood there, expression calm, gaze cold.
His eyes swept over them like a judge over condemned criminals.
"You guys have two choices," he said.
"Come fight me and save your queen..."
He tilted his head slightly toward Elizabeth, who was still standing in front of him, cheeks reddened, expression twisted with rage and something dangerously close to fear.
"Or," Arthur continued, "you can make me your new king as I execute the pest standing in front of me."
His aura pressed down on them.
Their throats tightened.
"You have ten seconds to decide," he said.
As all the vampires heard Arthur’s words.
But instead of rushing to save Elizabeth, they looked at each other.
Every vampire.
Every elder.
Every guard.
Each of them waited for someone else to step forward.
No one did.
Elizabeth watched this in disbelief.
She looked up at the faces that had always turned toward her with reverence—
And now saw only guilt.
And pity.
They could not even meet her eyes properly.
’Pity...?’ she thought, stunned. ’From them... for me?’
Arthur had shown her defiance.
But her own people—
Were showing her pity instead of loyalty.
A strange, heavy feeling spread through her chest.
It was not fear of death.
It was something else.
Betrayal.
Sadness.
Anger.
She could not put her finger on it clearly.
She only knew that, for the first time, she wanted it all to end quickly.
Then, suddenly—
A young vampire in the stands shouted, voice shaking with forced courage.
"How dare you make us betra—"
He never finished the sentence.
His body exploded.
Blood burst outward in a violent spray, painting the nearby seats and vampires in crimson.
Silence fell like a blade.
Elizabeth’s eyes widened.
Pure hatred and anger flared across her face as she snapped her gaze to Arthur.
He stood there calmly.
"Is there anyone else?" Arthur asked, voice flat. "Your time is about to end... and you’ll end up like him if you fight."
His eyes swept across them.
"So choose now."
"10... 9... 8... 4... 2..."
He didn’t even bother counting properly.
The pressure of his aura made each number feel like a countdown to execution.
Then—
A voice rose above the others.
"EXECUTE HER! THE STRONG RULES—THIS IS THE LAW OF THE CRIMSON CLAN! I AM READY TO ACCEPT YOU AS OUR NEW KING!"
All eyes turned toward the one who had shouted.
A figure stepped forward from the higher seats.
Then another.
Four elders in total descended toward the arena—vampires who had served under Elizabeth for many years.
They landed with a level of grace befitting their status, but their postures were cautious as they faced Arthur.
They looked at Elizabeth with thinly veiled disdain.
"Your Majesty," one of them said coldly, "you have committed atrocities not only against humans, but against our own people as well."
"It is your tyranny that led us here," another added. "Experimenting on lower clans, provoking other races, risking retaliation."
"But we," a third elder quickly turned toward Arthur, voice softening, "we only wished to preserve the Crimson Clan."
"Yes," the fourth elder chimed in, bowing his head slightly toward Arthur. "We are ready to accept you as our new king. Spare those who submit."
Seeing the elders shift so easily, the others followed.
Voices rose.
Some hesitant.
Some eager.
"Execute Elizabeth!"
"Down with the tyrant queen!"
"Long live the new king!"
More and more joined in.
The chants grew louder.
"Execute her! Execute her!"
Elizabeth watched it all.
Her eyes slowly lost their light.
As if she could no longer bear what she was seeing.
From the day she had been chosen as queen—
She had given everything to protect her people.
She had created the Night Sanctuary herself, carving out a safe bastion in the Null Realm so they would not be trampled by other races.
She had taken every threat onto her own shoulders.
Negotiated.
Fought.
Killed.
All to keep them safe.
And now—
Those same people were chanting for her death.
For their own survival.
She understood, logically, that it was the correct decision.
The strongest rules.
If Arthur was stronger, then it was only natural they chose him.
But logic only made the betrayal clearer.
It showed her exactly what her value had been in their lives.
A tool.
A shield.
Replaceable the moment a stronger one appeared.
Arthur laughed lightly as he watched them turn on her.
"This is really something else," he said. "These blood-sucking bastards... not a shred of loyalty."
He looked at Elizabeth.
"And you were calling me inferior, huh?"
Elizabeth lowered her head.
Her voice, when it came, was quiet.
"Just get this over with," she said. "And spare their lives."
The moment those words left her lips—
A familiar chime echoed inside Arthur’s mind.
[ Absolute Choice System – Quest Complete ]
[ Quest B : Defy and Dominate ]
[ Initiating reward distribution... ]
A big smile spread across Arthur’s face.
He was waiting for that notification to pop up.