"Good morning, princess, you got a good sleep?" Olivia said sarcastically as Vespar slowly woke up while palming his neck where she hit him earlier.
" How could I not sleep well when you put me to sleep so lovingly. It reminded me of my mother's caressing." He replied in the same sarcasm as hers as he got up from the floor.
"Wait where are we, as far as i know there wasn't a coliseum inside my room, and where's Lilith, how long have i been asleep, what is in your mind, did father-in-law send you?" He sent a barrage of questions, as his aura seeped out, shadowy black in colour.
" Oh my, one question at a time please, you were asleep for just an hour, *she said fixing her nonexistent glasses like a teacher * no , no one ordered me to kidnap you, and your wife is fine, brother-in-law." She said as she appeared infront of him in a blink , Vespar couldn't even react, his senses screamed for him to attack her or flee immediately, but he didn't, he didn't see any ill intentions in her eyes.
"Such obsession towards my little sister, she's found a good man for herself, it's bad luck that i couldn't find you first, but what's done is done, no point in throwing a tantrum." She shrugged as she backed off and started removing her armour, her black sports top and white boxers did nothing in hiding her juicy muscle, her 8 pack abs were visible, her boxers were short enough to show her quads.
Olivia cracked her knuckles, a grin stretching across her face. "Don't worry, I won't break you. Much."
Vespar stood, still rubbing the back of his neck. "Appreciate the mercy, princess. But if you wanted to see me shirtless, you could've just asked."
He took off his jacket, revealing his lean yet well-toned frame. Olivia tilted her head, impressed.
"You've got some definition. Let's see if it's just for show."
Before he could reply, she dashed forward. Vespar barely brought his arm up in time to block the jab aimed for his jaw, the shock rippling through his forearm.
"Goddamn," he muttered, sliding back a few feet.
"Oh? You can still stand? Good." She lunged again.
They exchanged flurries of blows. Olivia moved like a tempest—wide, clean arcs, explosive strength, footwork that shattered stone under her feet. Vespar stumbled at first, groggy from the sudden wake-up call, his arms bruising with each blocked punch. But something in him clicked. His blood started humming. His feet found rhythm. His fists found purpose.
A clean uppercut grazed Olivia's chin. She stepped back with a laugh. "Now you're waking up."
"You hit like a damn war hammer," Vespar panted, rolling his shoulder.
"You dodge like a drunk fox," she shot back, cracking her neck. "But I like your instincts."
They clashed again. This time, Vespar met her halfway, weaving under a heavy hook and landing two sharp jabs to her ribs. She responded with a spinning back kick that slammed into his torso, sending him skidding across the sand-covered floor of the coliseum.
He coughed, wiped the blood off his lip, and smiled.
"You're insane."
"And you're still standing." Olivia rushed in again.
The next exchange was a dance. Vespar's movements became tighter, more refined. He no longer blocked—he slipped, ducked, countered. His style lacked brute force but compensated with speed and precision. Olivia's fists were thunder, Vespar's were lightning. Where she tried to crush, he sought to redirect.
A low sweep from Vespar made Olivia stumble. He used the opening to leap up, his elbow aiming for her shoulder. She caught it mid-air with both palms.
"Nice try."
Vespar smirked. "Wasn't done."
He twisted mid-air and used the momentum to flip her over. She landed with a grunt but rolled back onto her feet.
Now both were panting, grinning like wild dogs.
"Not bad, brother-in-law," she said between breaths.
"Not bad yourself, muscle queen."
They lunged once more, fists colliding mid-air with a crack that echoed through the empty coliseum. The impact forced them both back. For a long moment, neither moved.
Then Olivia threw her head back and laughed, a booming sound full of genuine amusement.
"You've got the fire," she said, wiping sweat from her brow. "You're not just some fragile, poetic vampire."
Vespar chuckled, dropping into a lazy stance. "And you're not just some meathead with a pretty face."
Silence followed, but it wasn't awkward. Just mutual respect settling in.
"I can see why she chose you," Olivia said, this time quieter.
Vespar's smirk softened. "And I can see why she misses you."
They didn't shake hands, didn't hug, didn't say anything else. They just stood there, two lunatics in a coliseum, bruised and battered, but with something stronger forged between their fists.
A silent pact of chaos, sealed in blood and banter.
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Inside Orpheus's study
"So, how was he? Good or... meh?" Orpheus asked, leaning back into his throne-like chair, the leather creaking beneath him.
Olivia poured a glass of scotch—two cubes of ice, just the way he liked it. For herself, a pint of beer, foam spilling over the rim. She handed him the glass, then flopped onto the couch with all the grace of a panther at rest.
"Hm," she muttered, chugging half the beer in one go. "He was good. Managed to keep up with about 20% of my strength. Commendable."
"Oh? Hahaha… HAHAHA!"
Orpheus's laughter burst from him like a storm. Raw, amused, and thunderous. Olivia blinked—she hadn't seen her father laugh like that in centuries.
"Livi," he said, his tone lowering into something sly. "How are you going to react when I tell you… that boy was born just two days ago?"
Olivia's eyes widened for a heartbeat.
Then a smile curled her lips—slow, dangerous, laced with excitement. The same conspiratorial glint gleamed in her eyes as her father's.
"It's time, isn't it, Father?" she growled low, voice husky, nearly feral.
Her knuckles tightened around the pint.
Excitement simmered between them like lightning behind clouds.
A/N :Stay tuned, SOMETHING big is cooking, mu hahahahhah.