Chapter 141: The Memory Thief
VEX POV
The vampire’s scream cut through the air as I pressed my claws against her forehead. Her memories poured into my mind like water through a broken dam.
"Please," she begged, tears running down her face. "I don’t know anything important. I’m just a foot soldier."
"Everyone knows something," I said softly, keeping my voice calm even as I dug deeper into her thoughts. "You just don’t realize it yet."
My name is Vex, and I’m not like the other Shadow Lords. While they use brute force and terror, I prefer a more elegant method. I steal memories. It’s better. More useful. And if I’m being honest, I’m very good at it.
The vampire tried to fight me, but it was useless. Her mind opened like a book, and I read every page.
"Interesting," I muttered as I saw her recent memories. "So Queen Seraphina has been meeting with the werewolf Alpha. And they’re going to attack our eastern stronghold."
"No," the vampire whispered. "I wasn’t supposed to remember that."
"But you did," I said, pulling my hands away from her head. "And now I know."
The vampire fell, unconscious but alive. I always tried to keep my victims alive. Dead people can’t have their memories stolen again later.
I walked deeper into our prison cave, where we kept the enemies we’d taken during recent battles. Three werewolves, two more vampires, and one young fae fighter. All of them had been fighting against us just hours ago. Now they were chained to the wall, waiting for me to visit them.