I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

Chapter 17 - No.17 Chastity (1)

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

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Lily's eyes, though tired, held a glimmer of determination. "If it's the only way to live, Samael... I trust you. Do what you have to."

My throat tightened as I nodded, the burden of her trust and the enormity of my task pressing down on me. "Alright, Lily. I'll need you to relax and trust me completely. This won't be easy, but I'll do everything in my power to make it as painless as possible."

She gave a weak nod, her eyes never leaving mine. "I trust you."

"Ethan, Go back I will escort her back to your home once the ritual is complete. I need to concentrate without any distractions," I instructed, my voice firm as I turned to address Ethan, who stood a few paces away, his expression a mix of concern and confusion.

"But Samael, I want to stay with Lily. I can't just leave her here," Ethan protested, his voice tinged with anxiety.

I shook my head, my resolve unwavering. "Ethan, I understand your concern, but this is something I must do alone. Trust me, I'll take care of her."

Reluctantly, Ethan nodded, though the worry etched into his features remained. "Please, Samael, save her," he pleaded one last time before turning to leave, his footsteps echoing against the worn cobblestones as he disappeared into the fading light.

Turning my attention back to Lily, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the daunting task ahead. "Are you ready, Lily?" I asked softly, reaching out to gently grasp her hand in mine.

She nodded, her grip tightening around mine. "I trust you, Samael," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I will be back," I stood up and went further inside the church searching for an empty room.

As I searched the abandoned church for a suitable space, my mind raced with the weight of the task before me. The air inside was thick with dust, and the dim light filtering through the cracked stained-glass windows lent an eerie atmosphere to the dilapidated surroundings.

Finally, I found a secluded chamber tucked away behind a crumbling altar, its walls adorned with faded frescoes depicting scenes of ancient rites and rituals. It seemed like a fitting setting for the solemn task that lay ahead.

Then I took out a mattress from the inventory and placed it in the middle while using slight magic to clear the dust around the room. With a flick of my wrist, I summoned a soft glow to illuminate the space, casting a warm, comforting light that banished the shadows from the corners.

"Lily, come with me," I beckoned gently, offering her a reassuring smile as I gestured toward the makeshift sanctuary I had prepared.

With a hesitant nod, Lily rose unsteadily to her feet, leaning heavily on my arm for support as I guided her toward the waiting mattress. Every movement seemed to sap her strength, and my heart ached at the sight of her frail form.

Carefully, I helped her settle onto the mattress, arranging her limbs in a comfortable position as she reclined against the worn fabric. Her breathing was shallow and labored, each breath a struggle against the poison that ravaged her body.

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[To Be Continued]

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