The Eclipse Moons Grimoire: Lilith's Whispers - Fantasy - Mystery

Codex 0: Baroness

Sequentia I: Gambit

Fragmentum I: Gaze of Obsession

The wet nurse's distinct voice struck him like a chord of dissonance. "Congratulations, you have given birth to a boy."

In that moment, his heart seemed to sink in despair, weighed down by his feelings. As the weight of the revelation settled within him, a sense of desolation gripped his being. The word "boy" echoed like a haunting refrain, reverberating through the chambers of his heart.

“He is a beautiful boy with black hair, black eyes, and feminine features.” The wet nurse described his appearance.

"Is he an S or an M?" This question which came from behind truly captured his attention.

In an anxious voice, a girl who seems to be in her late teens entered the room.

"I have to congratulate you, madam," the wet nurse replied, her tone laced with excitement. "For he is an M. And thus, it’s a perfect match. This is a miracle that might not happen in a thousand years. You can form a trinity in the future."

‘……what are they talking about? Is it the same S and M I am familiar with or is it something else?’ The boy was puzzled.

The wet nurse's tone suggested a sense of reverence, a recognition of something rare and extraordinary. While the mother laid on the bed, with a satisfied smile, exhausted and pale, the girl’s excitement was palpable.

“Hahaha…...Hahaha…...finally…. finally…. Hahaha….” A chill raced down his spine, as the girl's ecstatic laughter filled the room.

The sound was not of a joyful expression; it was a haunting echo that seemed to reverberate through the corners of his consciousness. Her laughter, tinged with a hint of madness, cast a shadow over the atmosphere, creating a sense of foreboding that was impossible to ignore.

"Now, everything changes," the wet nurse exclaimed while passing the boy into the girl’s arms, her voice carrying a sense of glee that bordered on something darker.

Taking him into her arms, her voice dripped with a tone that was as unsettling as it was possessive. "Welcome to this world," she cooed, her words wrapped in a blanket of obsession. "Our precious. I will make sure to protect you. I will make sure to properly train you."

‘…train me?’

Her voice was like a melody that had taken on a dissonant note, each word a thread in a web of possessiveness that seemed to entangle him.

"You are mine, and I am yours. You are ours, and we are yours," she continued, her voice growing more fervent, more hypnotic. This declaration seemed to blur the lines between love and possession, devotion and control.

The intensity of her words resonated with an unsettling energy, a force that seemed to tighten its grip around him, suffocating in its intensity.

As a newborn, he struggled to hold onto his consciousness for long. Slowly succumbing to the drowsiness of sleep, he witnessed his girl's facial expression turn serious, and she directed her attention to the wet nurse with a commanding tone, saying, "Take care of those vermin tonight."

"Yes," the wet nurse replied with a chilling agreement.

The newborn saw the nurse leaving the room, as he succumbed to the embrace of slumber, he heard the exhausted voice of his mother.

“Sera, I leave him to you.”

“Yes…”

After an unknown amount of time, the boy slowly woke up. As he looked around, he found himself still in the same room as the night before. Being his first time in this new world, he hadn't observed his surroundings initially. Now, in the early morning light, the room revealed its medieval European ambiance.

Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a muted spectrum of colors upon the weathered stone floor. Heavy, aged curtains swayed gently. An antiquated chandelier, suspended from above, enhancing the sense of elegance. The bed is draped in fabrics. A worn wooden table, flanked by two chairs and a solid door with hand-carved details.

As he was looking around, he soon realized that he was held in the arms of the girl. The warmth of her embrace was both comforting and bewildering, for he couldn't remember a time when he had been so tenderly cared for. He tried to observe her carefully to know what she looked like.

The girl seems to be in her late teens. With a pretty face, white skin, framed by long, black hair that cascaded down to her hips, she exuded an air of youthful grace. Her body structure was well-proportioned, and while she might not be deemed a superior beauty by conventional standards, her youthful radiance and natural grace made her a captivating presence. She wore a simple linen nightgown, thigh-length with short sleeves, reflecting the style of medieval sleepwear. Her smile is warm and motherly. Her eyes, a deep shade of back with a hint of red, carried an enigmatic allure.

As his eyes met hers, a chill ran down his spine. The warmth that had initially enveloped him gave way to an unsettling sensation. In her eyes, he saw hunger, possession and obsession.

Her gaze, fixated upon him, seemed to transmute from adoration to something altogether more primal and terrifying. It was as if she wanted to devour him, to consume every aspect of his being until there was nothing left. The air grew heavy with an unspoken tension, and the child felt a disconcerting mix of fear and fascination.

For a moment, the room felt like a cage, and he was trapped within the boundaries of her gaze. And then, the intensity in her eyes receded, replaced once again by a maternal affection that seemed genuine.

She cradled him, her fingers tracing his delicate features with a tenderness that belied the fleeting moment of disquiet. "My precious one," she murmured.

His heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Her gaze made him both desperate and afraid to unravel.

In the midst of the hushed room, the silence was shattered by the creaking of the door swinging open. A figure burst in, her energy uncontainable, her laughter a melody that filled the air. It was a girl of three years, her skin kissed by the golden hues of youth, her black hair cascading like a waterfall around her shoulders. Her eyes, twin orbs as deep and captivating as the midnight sky with a shade of green, mirrored her mother.

The girl's exuberance was palpable, her innocence shining through every fiber of her being.

"Mother, is this my new sibling?" The child's voice was a musical note. She looked from her mother to the child, her eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and anticipation.

The girl's smile deepened, a maternal affection that radiated in her gaze.

"Yes, my darling," she replied. "She is your new sister. We will have to properly take care of her, protect her and train her and provide for her in the future."

'Huh, what did she say?' He thought in confusion.

'Did I mishear yesterday?' Doubt crept in, as he tried to remember the conversation from last night.

“Yes, I will.” She replied in joy.

A momentary silence fell in the room as he saw his mother holding him, while his new sister observed him curiously. Suddenly, he felt his emotions calm down. Every yearning and longing within him found fulfillment. He felt complete, he felt that he did not need any other thing in the world. This is where he belonged.

"Mother, what is her name?" the girl asked curiously.

“Huh?” A moment of surprise crossed the mother's face, realizing she hadn't considered the matter until now.

In a brief pause of reflection, she decided on a name for her new child. With a gentle voice, she spoke, "Your name will be Ardentia."

"Ardentia Obscuritas."

"We shall call her Tia from now on." She spoke as she shifted her gaze to her daughter.

"Hello, Tia," The mother's voice, gentle and filled with affection, addressed her newborn child. she spoke softly, her words a tender greeting to the newest member of their family.

"I am your mother, Seraphina," she continued, her voice carrying a sense of authority and care.

"Seraphina Obscuritas, you will call me sera."

"Introduce yourself to him," she encouraged her daughter.

The girl nodded and spoke in a steady and confident tone, "I am your older sister, Corvina.

“Corvina Obscuritas. You can call me Vina."

‘Nice to meet you,’ Tia thought in his mind.

Vina, with her innocent curiosity, voiced her confusion. "Mom, why is she called a boy’s name?"

Her mother chuckled slightly. "That’s because he is a boy," she affirmed. "But we will raise him as a girl. You should not tell anyone that he is a boy. Ok?"

The girl seemed to be confused but still nodded and said to the boy "Nice to meet you sister Tia."

‘…...why?’ Tia did not understand what to think.

After playfully teasing her new brother for a while, Vina looked at her mother pitifully and said, "Mother, I am hungry."

Sera chuckled and replied, "It's time to feed you and your sister."

Then she slipped her blouse and exposed her plump breasts and her delicate pink nipples and said, "Come Tia, drink some milk." Tia seemed to be a bit reluctant as he was a teenage boy mentally. Also, he did not understand how she was lactating, as she is not the one who gave birth to him. But he still sucked on the pink nipples filling his stomach with sweet milk. To him it felt like he is drinking ambrosia.

While he was sucking on the breasts, sera said to vina, "Vina, come sit on my lap.”

Vina nodded and sat on her lap and started to suck her mother's milk.

As he had his fill, sleep slowly crept over him. Gradually, he started to fall asleep.

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Chapter 2 - Codex 0: Sequentia I: Fragmentum I: Gaze of Obsession