The Mask Of A Siren 26 Eternal Death Isn't Poison?

Hongyue's hand dropped listlessly. Without her magic entrapping him, the physician slumped back and fell over.

Hongyue touched her chin, musing. If she believed what right, then she would undoubtedly have a troublesome time dealing with this rotten family. Frustrated, she took a seat near the mattress, her gemstone gleaming endlessly. Picking up a teacup, she tipped it and observed the left out cold old tea roll throughout her cup following her moderate hand movements. As the liquid stilled to a pause, the surface of the tea revealed the full moon that illuminated behind her. Staring at the reflection, Hongyue fell immersed in her thoughts.

If whatever the physician spoke was accurate, then the origin of the poison originated from a legend in this world. It was said that when the G.o.d of Death was wounded in battle, he had fled and located a place to self-heal. In the process, he had to self-resurrect himself as his injuries were too deep to heal using merely magic. In order to reform his body, he had coughed up blood that held chaotic toxins from his heart. Only by doing this, he was able to get a purer body for his resurrection by getting rid of all the impurities inside his heart.

Hongyue tried to think harder, while that was all she got from the doctor, she realized there was something more.

Since the blood was also a body part of a G.o.d, it still contained the essence and power of the G.o.d himself. It infused into the ground. As the essence slowly faded, the particles themselves had to latch on to something living in order to persevere. The dark energy burrowed down into the roots of a nearby red rose bush and left its energy in each rosebud. With the sudden appearance of abundance in dark energy, each of the rosebuds blackened and closed up. Eternal Death was truly a well-thought-out name for it. From the doctor, she was able to understand that it came from the mythical flower. The external appearance of the flower was of a blacken rose, and the poison was found within the nectar.

Nevertheless, it wasn't all that simple. To mortals like the doctor who only see the external effect of consuming the nectar, it would be easily mistaken as poison. To Hongyue, who was a descendant of a G.o.d herself and understood more, it was something else much deadlier.

It wasn't a type poison at all, instead, a form of a G.o.dly weapon.

Although she had never encountered something like this before, Hongyue was willing to bet the so-called poison was actually a type of unstable, chaotic power that separated from the soul of the G.o.d. If that's the case, it really wasn't all that different from her own sirenic powers. Like her gem that needs to feed on lifeforce, this chaotic power probably fed on the essence of the soul to maintain stability. This explained why she, from a such highly regarded clan, would be rendered useless. She couldn't help feel there was something she still missed.

Lost in her thoughts, Hongyue failed to remember the little spy her father sent to check on the doctor.

"Who are you?!!"

Hongyue looked up at the intruder who interrupted her thoughts before curving her lips up in an enchanting smile. She glided effortlessly toward the spy. The night breeze gently blew across her face, upon seeing her b.l.o.o.d.y hands and different colored eyes, he trembled in horror.

"MONSTER!"

"Monster? Now, now don't be mean. You'll hurt my feelings." She spoke charmingly.

"M-monster! Get away from me!"

Hongyue's eyes glowed. A red mist wrapped around her right hand which allowed her fingers to plunged into the chest of the man with ease. Blood sprayed out and spattered across her face, but her expression never changed once. Her tongue slipped out and tasted the blood. She frowned, the taste was quite bitter, honestly not her type.

"Alas, I ended killing again. Didn't I tell you not to be too mean? You just had to go and hurt my feelings." She laid her hand delicately over her heart as though she was really bothered. She chuckled mockingly.

The spy's eyes rolled back, taking his last breath. Hongyue wiped her hand on the clothing of the dead body and tossed him aside. She stared at her own garments in disgust.

"My, my skills are lacking." She turned to the dead body. "Do you see this? You ruined my outfit. What are you going to repay me with?"

Suddenly her head pounded in pain. Hongyue gritted her teeth in pain.

She stumbled back, unbalanced. Wasn't she fine before? Why was it flaring up again?

She leaned against the wall, puffing hard. Her mind thinking fast. This won't do. If it were the original soul, the chaotic energy would feed on the soul peacefully, gradually weakening the body over time until it crumbles as nothing stood in its way.

However, Hongyue's soul was similar to a demi-G.o.d. Her soul essence was charged with her sirenic powers which held a type of chaotic potential. Since now the full moon awakened it, the two powers needed to compete with each other to gain control over one another. If this got out of control, Hongyue was afraid a simple mortal body like this would not hold on.

Her eyes snapped to the dead body. She needed to regain control.

This will have to do, she couldn't be too picky anyway. She stretched out her arm, her fingertips resting on his forehead. She took a deep breath and drilled her own consciousness into his body. Her hand sank into his head without damaging his flesh almost like an astral projection. Once she felt a burning orb within her fingers, she concentrated on drawing in his life energy. Slowly but surely, the soul of the dead man was absorbed into the gem on her forehead.

As the pain subsided, Hongyue knew she couldn't take any more risk, she needed to find a body of water fast. The gem on her forehead pulsed violently before she vanished into the night.

After she left, someone stepped into the room.

Their footsteps stopped short before the dead body.