Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 143: Older..

"How is that possible?" Lena asked, her voice laced with disbelief as she stood outside, lost in thought.

"Something is definitely wrong," she murmured, almost to herself. Lucas stayed silent, listening intently.

"I feel like someone is blocking something..." Her words made Lucas’s lips twitch slightly, his brow arching in confusion.

Blocking her? How could someone block her foresight? What puzzled him even more was that she wasn’t sure herself.

The seer herself wasn’t sure

"I usually receive signs—and I did get a warning—but this time, nothing. Someone has tampered with it... or maybe I’m wrong. But no, I know I’m not mistaken."

Lucas rubbed his chin, as though that would somehow help him think more clearly about the situation.

"So, what are you saying?" he finally asked.

Lena turned to face him. "What I’m trying to say is..." she trailed off, staring into the air for a moment before looking back at him, her expression serious.

"I think there might be another seer," she whispered.

Lucas shook his head. "That’s impossible. You’re the last one."

She nodded slowly. "Exactly. That’s why it’s suspicious. If I’m truly the last, then why didn’t I see anything? This has never happened before. Even that burn—it was electrifying. Tell me, Lucas... is she really human? Or perhaps... a witch?"

"Aren’t you supposed to know that yourself? You’re a seer. And Mrs. Lilia is human," Lucas finally spoke.

"If that’s the case, then do you think there’s a shield? Something blocking me from seeing her past, present, or future? I can’t even tell what’s happening..." Lena said thoughtfully, her gaze distant.

"And those flowers... they had died out. So what is happening?"

She paused, her voice lowering to a whisper.

"Or... am I simply losing my powers?"

"I would say you are losing your mind" Lucas pointed out as the lady gave him a hard bone chilling glare he simply shrugged as that was what he could answer. He then added thoughtfully this was a serious matter at hand Zethan calmness was too bad that he was sure that something will be definitely wrong if...if..

"What was your last message how about trying once more if you could see anything regarding her future" Lena nodded she closed her eyes her mouth began to move as whispers came out more like an acient word whispers then she stopped her eyes snapping open as she turned to Lucas ƒrēenovelkiss.com

She shook her head slowly, her voice quiet. "I still can’t see a thing. It’s like something’s blocking my view."

Lucas spoke softly, "Do you think it has something to do with the future?"

She nodded, her eyes distant. "I can’t quite see what’s happening... or what will happen in the near future. I don’t know. Something’s definitely wrong."

Lucas tried to ease the tension. "Maybe we shouldn’t overthink it. The good thing is, Mrs. Lilia is awake now. What matters is that we go back and check on her—if anything needs to be done, it should be before it’s too late."

Lena hesitated before replying, "I don’t think Mrs. Lilia is fully... alive. There was an unfamiliar aura I sensed when she woke up."

Lucas’s brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"She’s not fully there. It’s like she’s already half-dead," Lena whispered. "But... there might still be something we can do."

Lucas stepped forward. "Then let’s go back inside. We need to check on her before it’s too late." The fear in his tone was enough to tell Lena that the old Zethan was what Lucas did not want back.

Lena nodded. The reason they had left earlier was to give Zethantge privacy he needed. She knew the man had stayed for days, and now, he had finally moved. This—this was the last thing they could do to help.

Infact why everything seemed like this was the fact that fate had already been sealed and there was nothing they could not even Lena the seer of magic as well

They moved toward the door, knocking softly.

Once.

Twice.

No answer.

They exchanged a glance, uncertainty flickering between them. Without a word, Lucas stepped forward. He gave one final knock, then reached for the doorknob, hesitation and worry etched across his face.

With a slow breath, he turned it—and the door creaked open.

Together, they stepped inside but just as they did thier eyes widened at the sight in front of them.

***

"Why did you betray us?" the old woman asked, her voice cold and accusing.

Lilia blinked, realizing something was terribly wrong—her body was translucent, almost ghost-like. She could see through her hands. She was floating. Had she really died? And why was he meeting this lady again.

"I don’t know what you mean by us. I betrayed no one—and I certainly made no promise," Lilia replied, her tone hardening as she finally looked down at her form. So this is it...

"What was the plan? Wasn’t it for you to kill him? So why didn’t you?"

"There was never a plan," Lilia said calmly. "All I told you was to give me the knife and take me to him. I said I’d see what I could do and I finally saw what I could do"

She had known deep down she could never go through with it. She couldn’t kill Zethan. All she truly wanted was to see him one last time. To feel him, to be near him—just once more before she died.

Because if she lived without him... what was the point?

The reason for her living had always been him. With him gone, everything—their plans, their hopes—would shatter. It was better this way. He had made her happy, made her feel things she never thought she would. And that alone was enough.

And when she returned to him, when he told her the truth... her heart ached. The pain he had hidden, the fear he carried—she had been blind to it. But he must have tried so hard to protect her. And that thought alone made her heart feel warm, even in death and Ben in her ghost form.

The old woman shook her head in disbelief, her form shifting as she turned to face Lilia.

"You’re dead now," she said coldly. "And I hope you don’t come to regret it. As punishment, you’ll remain here—trapped between worlds—for two weeks before you’re allowed to pass into the land of the dead."

Lilia—stepped forward, her voice calm but firm.

"I did nothing wrong. I made no promise. I only asked you to take me to him, and I told you I would see what I could do. If anything, this is your fault for not listening carefully."

Her gaze burned with emotion as she continued.

"I love my husband. So deeply. And even if he never said those exact words, I know he loved me too. I won’t let a stranger define or ruin what we built together for months. What we felt."

The woman’s expression darkened, a cold smile curling at her lips.

"Oh, you’re mistaken, dear," she whispered. "I am no stranger."

"You will be punished," the woman said quietly, her voice low and cold. "Not because you deserve it... but because my powers were wasted on you."

She took a step closer, her gaze fixed on Lilia.

"As I’ve said, you’ll remain here for two weeks before you can fully cross over. You’re already dead—but to be truly dead, you must pass through the Death Gate into the land of the dead."

Her voice grew softer, almost like a whisper carried by the wind.

"Right now, you exist in-between—a limbo. The only difference is, you can’t return to life. There’s no going back. You’ll stay here... in this quiet, lonely forest... until your time comes."

Lilia body shifted again. It felt lighter now—weightless, almost like she was no longer walking but floating. She had fully become a ghost. Each movement was effortless, her form gliding through the air like a leaf carried by the wind. But this time, she was in control. It was her will guiding her, not the wind.

She began to drift slowly around the forest clearing, observing her surroundings. The older woman watched her in silence almost disbelief it seems this lady was even more than ready for the punishment, then she finally spoke, her tone laced with cruel certainty.

"This place is the land of boredom," she said. "Soon, you’ll wish you were in the land of the dead instead and better yet killled him."

Lilia stopped moving and turned to face her. Her voice was low, steady.

"It is what it is," she said coldly annoyed with how the old woman was talking about her husband. "But if you were so desperate to kill my husband... why didn’t you do it yourself? Why send me?"

The woman’s gaze darkened.

"Because I can’t," she said. "I can’t do it."

Lilia’s heart twisted at the confession.

"You’ve made the most wrong choice..." the woman murmured.

A single tear slipped down her cheek, landing softly on the grass.

The earth sizzled. The blade of grass where it fell burned to ash.

Lilia eyes widened slightly in shock at the sight, and another tear rolled down the lady cheeks.

"Only if you had listened, dear. Only if..."

She kept speaking, words filled with sorrow and regret. And the more she spoke, the more the tears fell—each one burning the earth beneath her. Lilia watched, stunned.

"What... what is this?" she whispered why was the lady crying this much.

The woman looked at her, the pain in her eyes growing deeper.

"Do you know why I was so serious with this?" she asked softly. "Because this... this would be you, in a few years."

Lilia went still. Her breath caught in her throat.

Before she could respond, the woman began to change.

Her features shifted. Her hair, her eyes, even her posture—morphing right before Lilia’s eyes.

Lilia’s body trembled slightly.

Standing before her now was no stranger.

It was herself.

An older version of her.