Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 140: Burn

Inside a large room, the only sound that could be heard was the soft beep... beep... beep of a machine. Days had passed, and Lilia’s body remained motionless—though she was still breathing faintly. That alone gave the figure sitting on the floor some thread of hope. His head rested against the wall, and he hadn’t moved from that position in days.

His face was eerily calm, eyes closed as if lost in a world far away.

Then, finally, a knock came at the door.

He didn’t stir.

Lucas stepped into the room and spoke quietly.

"Mr. Zethan about the recording—it’s been found. Someone sent it to Mrs.Lilia The sender has been caught and is currently being held at our special inn. I’ll wait for your orders."

He bowed slightly, then waited silently.

The doctor was scheduled to arrive in two minutes, but the soft beep of the monitor continued to fill the room, its rhythm the only answer to the tension that hung in the air.

Still, Zethan did not move. He hadn’t eaten, hadn’t spoken, hadn’t reacted to anything in days. He looked less like a man and more like a shell—suspended in time.

As if he no longer existed in the real world.

Finally, a man entered the room. He wore glasses perched low on his nose, a white coat draped over a formal outfit, and carried himself with a professional air. Anyone could tell—Zethan must have known this man for a very long time.

Without a word, the man moved toward Lilia, checking the IV pole beside her despite the machine’s steady beep... beep... beep. He wanted to confirm with his own hands.

Suddenly, the machine began to beep—louder and faster.

The man reacted instantly, striding to a drawer and pulling out equipment. He retrieved a syringe, filled it, and quickly injected it into her vein. Then, with practiced urgency, he tied a band around her arm, hoping to stimulate blood flow.

Another doctor entered with a tray.

"Where is the Pores Serum?" the man muttered urgently, turning to the side. The lady quickly moved, handing him the balm and substance. He began to rub it on Lilia’s pulse point.

As the lady worked, she placed a strange, stitch-like substance onto Lilia’s forehead.

"Leave her!" the man snapped. "Her body is more sensitive than you realize. One wrong move, and it could trigger something catastrophic."

The lady placed the tray aside and bowed out, retreating quickly as the man began moving with frantic urgency, his hands trembling slightly. Time was running out.

The equipment attached to her arm trembled slightly as the beeping continued—

And then it stopped.

Silence fell.

No one moved.

Not even Zethan.

The world felt like it had frozen in that moment.

And then, the sound returned.

Beep... beep... beep...

The relief was short-lived.

The line on the monitor suddenly went flat.

A long, endless tone filled the room—beep... beep... beep...—and then, nothing.

The man’s expression crumbled, draining of color as though splashed with white acid.

Lucas stepped forward, his voice almost trembling.

"Dr. Marshall... what’s happening?"

The doctor didn’t answer right away. Then he swallowed and spoke quietly.

"I... couldn’t save her, Mr. Lucas. Mrs Lilia is d...dead."

The words hung in the air like smoke.

And for the first time in days—Zethan finally moved.

His expression remained stoic as he rose from the spot where he had sat for days. Without a word, he walked out of the room.

Lucas’s eyes widened—something felt terribly wrong. A chill crawled over his skin, and dread settled in his chest.

The man began to tremble. Then Lucas spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

"She can’t be dead..."

He pressed his fingers to her wrist.

’Oh this was his fault only of he had not said those this would not have happened ’

"Her pulse... it’s—it’s not beating," he said softly.

One thing made Lucas worried:

Zethan was calm—too calm. The kind of calm that only came before a storm. The kind of calm that screamed disbelief. He just stood there, motionless, doing nothing. And that was terrifying.

Because the normal Zethan?

By now, the doctor’s head would’ve been rolling across the floor like a stray football kicked off the pitch. That’s how bad it was supposed to be.

But now, the doctor stood on the thin line between life and death...

Maybe, just maybe, the doctor should savor what could be his last breath of reality.

Just as the man opened his mouth to speak, the door creaked open once more—Zethan stepped into the room.

He was calm. Too calm. Eerily so.

But his eyes... his eyes held no warmth.

In fact, the cold, emotionless Zethan from before—before he met Lilia—seemed almost gentle compared to this one. That Zethan at least had a pulse. This one... his eyes looked dead. Hollow. Lifeless.

And that alone was suffocating.

The air shifted, thick and crimson, dark with an aura that felt poisonous. Deadly. It clung to the walls and wrapped around their throats like invisible hands. Even without a word, Zethan presence screamed of murder.

It was like the very essence he exhaled whispered one thing—death.

But one thing Lucas noticed—Zethan never looked at Lilia. Not once. His eyes didn’t even flicker in her direction.

It was as if guilt had begun to consume him, devouring him from the inside out. And with each second that passed, the hatred he carried for himself only grew heavier, and darker.

Zethan walked quietly to the sofa and sat down, legs crossed, eyes fixed blankly on nothing.

Then, the sharp clang of heels echoed through the hallway.Lucas turned, the sound breaking through his numb state. His eyes widened slightly in surprise.

It was her. The Seer.

The Vampire Seer.

And when he realized just what it meant for her to be there, his eyes widened even more.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. She wasn’t even allowed to cross into their city. That was the rule. Any vampire who did—who even tried—was marked for death. Instantly. No exceptions.

She was dangerous. Not because she was a threat, but because she knew things. She carried secrets. Carried truths. She was a beacon of forbidden knowledge—and therefore, a weakness. A target.

And yet... here she was. Actually here.

And Zethan... he didn’t underestimate his boss. Never. Not for a second. He knew the man would go to terrifying lengths for his wife.

Because Zethan Lyall didn’t follow the rules.

He rewrote them. Or destroyed them completely.

Then she moved.

In her hands was a large lead bag—strange and out of place. Not ordinary in any way. No one spoke, but they all noticed it.

Her green hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she wore a simple, body-hugging gown. Her glasses rested neatly on her face, concealing sharp, knowing eyes.

She approached the table, her gaze scanning over Lilia. Her eyes widened slightly when they landed on the baby monitor, which was not beeping. Then she looked at Lucas.

"Is she...?" she asked.

Lucas nodded.

The lady remained calm.

The Seer moved again, unzipping the lead bag. From it, she pulled a see-through glass slide. Inside it lay a black flower—its petals dark, dimming even deeper. Her eyes widened further.

This was worse than the last time.

She gently placed the slide on the table, staring at it as the darkness within continued to fade further yet it still was there.

"This is bad," she finally said—her voice barely above a whisper.

Still, Zethan remained calm. Unnaturally calm.

Then the Seer reached out and took Lilia’s hand in hers before pulling away. She turned to Zethan and spoke.

"As promised, Mr. Zethan... Mrs Lilia holds the key. Once fully dead, the memory of your ex-wife will return. That was the deal."

She paused, her tone shifting.

"But she isn’t fully dead. Not yet. This flower—it’s dimming, but not gone. She’s fighting. She’s caught somewhere between life and death. Her pulse may be gone, but her soul is not."

Zethan said nothing for a moment. Then, finally, he spoke. His voice was cold. Detached.

"I don’t want the memories anymore," he said.

"I want to revive my wife."

The Seer froze. Her eyes widened in shock.

That wasn’t the plan.

In fact, the very reason Zethab married Lilia in the first place... was for the memories. She was the only one who could unlock the truth. By marrying her, living with her—knowing full well she would die—he’d gain access to the past. The truth behind his ex-wife’s death, buried in a haze of broken memories.

But now... now he wasn’t so sure.

And if he had caused Lilia’s death—

Then maybe... just maybe... he was the one who caused his ex-wife’s death.

The lady—the Seer—spoke, her voice quiet, almost a whisper.

"Mr. Zethan... there’s nothing we can do."

She hesitated, then continued.

"That’s the reason Mrs Lilia was born. To help you uncover the truth. That was her purpose. Her existence was meant for this."

The room thickened with silence. The air itself seemed to press in, suffocating, as if the truth weighed too much for anyone to bear.

She paused again.

"There’s nothing I can do at this point," she said. "But... there is still hope."

She looked down at Lilia, her tone shifting, almost reverent.

"It seems Mrs Lilia is stronger than we believed. She’s fighting... with everything she has."

She reached out, gently placing her hand over Lilia’s palm once more.

Her eyes widened instantly, turning a sharp, glowing green—before she yanked her hand back with a gasp.

Her palm was red. Burned.

Lucas jumped forward, alarmed. "Is something the matter?"

But the Seer only shook her head, stepping back quickly, fear flashing across her face.

"This lady... is she human?" she whispered.

Lucas blinked. His brows furrowed in confusion. Wasn’t she the Seer? Shouldn’t she know this already?

Lena shook her head again, breath short.

"Nothing like this has ever happened before. When I tried to see her fate—my hand burned."

She stared at her reddened palm in disbelief.

"She’s... more powerful than I thought."

Then, slowly, her trembling gaze turned to Zethan.

"I can’t. I can’t see. Mr. Zethan... there’s something wrong something shielding her."

Zethan didn’t move.

But then, slowly... his lips curved.

A smile.

A dark, eerie smile that revealed a flash of teeth—more chilling than amused.

And then Lena whispered, horror creeping into her tone:

"Mr. Zethan.... this is the exact day your ex-wife died."