Alexander, grateful for Raja's closure, handed over keys to a secluded villa—fully equipped, hidden in a jungle—as compensation for Michael's role in wrecking the Old World coven.
"It's yours," he said, eyes soft.
Raja, grinning, turned to Selene. "Babe, send word to the other covens. We're calling a meeting to spill the tea on the elders' mess."
Selene nodded, her red eyes glinting. They piled into Vayu Putra 2.0, its upgraded frame gleaming, and roared away from Pier 17.
The villa, nestled in a jungle, was paradise by day—lush, vibrant, serene.
By night? A spooky void where aliens, skinwalkers, or Bigfoot might lurk.
"Perfect vibe," Raja chuckled.
Thanks to their bloodline upgrades, Selene and Erica could savor human food like normies, needing blood only on weekends.
Raja, ever the provider, zipped off in Vayu Putra to grab supplies—food, clothes, essentials. Two hours later, he returned, tossing bags at the girls.
Selene raised an eyebrow, spotting lacy lingerie and bikinis mixed with plain tees.
Erica blushed crimson, clutching a skimpy red set.
"Really, Raja?" Selene deadpanned.
He flashed a goofy grin, "Freshen up, ladies! I'm cooking a human feast—first time in centuries, right?"
They rolled their eyes but headed upstairs.
Raja, wielding Magic like a Michelin chef, whipped up a buffet—pizza, sushi, tacos, desserts—in under two hours.
The girls descended in tight shorts and curve-hugging tees, jaws dropping at the spread.
"How'd you do this?" Erica gasped.
Raja winked, "Magic. Literally."
They dug in, moaning at the flavors, rediscovering human joy.
Post-lunch, they sprawled on the villa's lawn, basking in nostalgia, laughing like carefree mortals.
MAYA: "Master, you've turned New Vampire Queens into picnic enthusiasts!"
Night fell, and Selene and Erica, with tactical precision, wearing new sexy lingeries that covers very specific areas show casing their glorious curves and pounced on Raja in bed. As the world's strongest vampires, they unleashed their passion, and Raja matched their fire, his lust shaking the villa with moans and cries that echoed through the jungle.
The next morning, over breakfast, Raja dropped a bombshell. "I'm from a parallel universe where magic's real."
Selene and Erica choked on their coffee, bombarding him with questions. He explained his everything vaguely and Left his Origin part and system part—a mystical interface guiding his powers—and his origins in a multiverse hub, keeping it vague.
"It's like a Magical gateway activated when I enter Into Meditation," he shrugged.
He grew serious. "I can't stay long. Gotta hit the main world, visit other universes, complete confidential missions."
The girls, stunned, softened, vowing to make every moment count. A week later, a coven delegation called Selene, setting a private meeting in a secure spot.
For days, the trio lived like honeymooners—cooking, playing, and indulging in steamy nights, the girls proactive, knowing Raja's departure loomed after the meeting.
The delegation soon confirmed the venue: an abandoned football stadium, vampire guards armed to the teeth circling it.
At the meeting, Raja led as Selene's bodyguard, exuding menace. Selene strode like a graceful queen, red eyes commanding awe; Erica, a sexy chancellor, sashayed beside her.
The delegations gaped—Selene, once the ice-cold Death Dealer, now radiated regal power. Her presence screamed kneel.
They sat, ready to grill. Raja, stealing the spotlight, boomed, "Yo, coven folks! I'm Raja, human pet of Vampire Queen Selene. Fire your questions at me!"
An American delegate, No. 2, snorted, "A human addressing noble vampires? Kneel, pet!"
Selene's eyes flared red. The vampire clutched his chest, blood gushing like a fountain, collapsing into a dried husk. The delegations froze, pants metaphorically soaked.
Raja grinned, "I'm her pet, not yours. Stop the racism and talk business."
Raja spun a wild tale: Kraven betrayed the coven, colluding with Lucian and killed Victor. Selene avenged Victor, slaying both. Marcus, the first vampire, awakened, learned of his imprisoned werewolf brother William, betrayed the coven, killed Elder Amelia, and razed it. Selene and Erica, sole survivors, hunted clues, finding a treasure—Alexander's blood. Drinking it, they evolved into Vampire Queen and Minister, defeating Marcus and William.
The Nordic coven asked, "How powerful? What's your goal?" Erica, smirking, used Telekinesis to float everyone in the stadium, sparking panic.
Selene's gesture grounded them.
Raja, eyeing the terrified vampires, said, "We planned to live low-key, but we uncovered a human plot—a purge protocol to expose and eradicate vampires and Lycans with UV and silver-nitrate bullets. My queen, benevolent as hell, offers two choices: 1. Acknowledge her as your true queen, follow her lead. 2. Go solo; she'll exile herself, dodging the human-vampire war. Choose."
Selene stood, locking eyes with the delegations, and flew skyward like Superman, Erica and Raja in tow, leaving the vampires shell-shocked. Back at the villa, the trio cackled at Raja's BS tale, Erica wheezing.
Selene, sobering, asked, "The purge protocol's real?"
Raja nodded, making their faces go pale.
Three days later, the covens unanimously crowned Selene Queen of Vampires.
They bought an island, building a grand villa where Selene, using her 25% brainpower, reorganized the vampire hierarchy.
Raja crushed resistance, cementing her rule.
As his departure neared, he left a letter: "Back in a few years, Moon Goddess."
In the main world, Raja materialized in a lush garden, greeted by a bow from Dobby, his Loyal butler.
Slumping into a chair, he sighed, "Adventure's done, buddy."
Dobby conjured coffee, eyes twinkling. "Spill, sir. How was the new world?"
Raja grinned, sipping, ready to regale.
MAYA: "Master, from vampire wars to coffee chats—only you!"
To Be Continued…