Chaos's Daughter: Sweet But Psycho

A fair warning, this is a gory chapter. If you can't handle killing scenes, then please skip this chapter. 

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Hespera leaned casually against the wall, hidden just out of sight.

Her lips curled into a slow, anticipatory grin as she listened to the three fools speak—utterly clueless, completely unaware of how very close they were to their demise.

She tapped a single finger against her bottom lip, barely restraining the laughter bubbling in her throat.

She had already prepared everything for the "little party".

The moment the final bell rang, she had woven her little web, laying down just the right pieces to steer them exactly where she wanted.

Her home. Where she could play to her heart's content.

Hespera pushed off the wall, her slow steps soundless against the cooling pavement as she vanished into the portal she made.

"Now all I have to do is wait. Hehe~ This is going to be so much fun!"

The thought of what she planned for them sent a thrill down her spine.

Because tonight…

Tonight would be fun.

It was laughably easy to get them to follow the bait.

Issei, Motohama, and Matsuda were idiots, driven by nothing more than their base desires, their feet moving before their minds even caught up.

A message had "accidentally" slipped into Issei's locker after school—an elegantly folded note written in delicate, looping script.

After dark. Need three strong capable boys to entertain me for the night… Come~ There will be a car to bring you to my place.

Hespera.

It wasn't explicit, but it didn't need to be.

The implications were more than enough to set their perverted little minds spinning.

And sure enough, like moths to a flame, they came.

Right to her doorstep.

~☆~

The Perverted Trio couldn't believe their luck.

Issei, Motohama, and Matsuda had spent the entire ride hyping each other up, their perverse imaginations running wild with every possible scenario of how the night would unfold.

"Bro, do you think she's into roleplay? Like, are we talking seductive vampire queen, or strict disciplinary teacher?" Matsuda grinned, rubbing his hands together.

Motohama adjusted his glasses, the light reflecting off them ominously. "It's gotta be the dominant type. She gives off those 'step-on-me-and-call-me-worthless' vibes."

Issei nodded fervently, his excitement barely contained. "I don't care what she does. This is literally a once-in-a-lifetime event! A girl like that, inviting us over? To her place? No way we're missing this!"

Their destination loomed ahead.

And just like that, all their laughter and joking stopped.

Because before them stood a mansion straight out of a gothic fantasy novel.

The air grew colder, despite the summer heat.

The towering iron gates stood slightly ajar, their intricate black swirls almost seeming to shift when stared at too long.

Beyond them, the mansion stretched upward, its dark stone walls blending into the night, as though it had always existed outside of reality itself.

The windows were tinted, revealing nothing but the faintest flicker of red candlelight behind the glass.

The entrance was grand, with two towering oak doors, carved with symbols none of them recognized.

And yet…

Something about the house felt wrong. (It should. After Hespera spent such precious time... telling the home's core to change it's look for the night, to do something that would freak out three perverted teenage boys. It was very hard work, you know)

Not in the rotting, haunted-house kind of way. That's too boring. Way over used.

But in the this-place-was-never-meant-to-exist-in-the-mortal-world kind of way.

The closer they got, the heavier the air became.

A strange pressure pressed against their chests, like they had just stepped into a realm where they did not belong.

Matsuda swallowed thickly. "Dude… what kind of rich, hot goth chick even lives in a place like this?"

Motohama, despite his analytical nature, felt a strange unease creeping up his spine.

Issei, however, grinned nervously. "C'mon, guys. It's just… ambiance! Yeah! She's probably into that dark, elegant aesthetic. It's kinda hot, right?"

Neither of them responded.

Because at that moment, the doors creaked open on their own.

A slow, loud, echoing creak.

And there—standing at the top of the grand staircase—was Hespera.

The moment their eyes landed on her, all remaining doubts vanished.

Because she was mesmerizing.

She stood perfectly poised, bathed in the glow of crimson lanterns that lined the walls.

Gone was her school uniform.

Instead, she wore a black, off-shoulder dress, the fabric hugging her curves like liquid shadow.

The sheer lace sleeves barely concealed the smooth olive glow of her skin, and a single red ribbon wrapped around her throat, delicate yet tantalizing.

Her long silver hair cascaded down one side, the streaks of violet, indigo, and green-blue shimmering faintly in the dim light.

But it was her eyes that captivated them most.

One a brilliant emerald, sharp and piercing.

The other a haunting amethyst, deep and unreadable.

Both glowed faintly, like something out of a dream. Or a nightmare.

She smiled. It was slow, deliberate, like she knew a secret that would only benefit her.

"Welcome, boys~"

Her voice was pure silk, wrapping around them like a caress.

She descended the stairs, every movement fluid, like she was floating rather than walking.

"Did you enjoy the little ride here?"

Issei, being the bravest idiot, grinned widely. "Hell yeah! I mean, you could've just asked us out directly, you know!"

Hespera chuckled. It was low. Sweet. Dangerous.

"Oh, Issei~" She stopped just a few feet away from them, her eyes glinting with something unreadable.

"You misunderstand."

Motohama, still reeling from how unreal she looked, hesitated. "Misunderstand…?"

Hespera's gaze flickered between them.

"Mm. You see, boys…" She took another step forward, the air growing heavier.

"I didn't invite you here for a date."

Another step. Another shift.

The candles flickered. The shadows stretched and the air turned colder.

Matsuda finally noticed it. 'What the..." The way the walls didn't seem quite right and the way the windows reflected nothing.

The way the house had gone completely, utterly silent.

Even their own footsteps… felt muted.

Something wasn't right. Something was very, very wrong.

Matsuda swallowed thickly, a bead of sweat forming at his temple.

"Then… why did you invite us?"

Hespera's smile widened.

And for the first time that night, they truly saw it in her eyes.

That madness lurking beneath those jewel-like pools.

Her pupils contracted ever so slightly, gleaming with something sharp, something hungry.

When she spoke, her voice was soft—sweet, almost. "Oh, you darling little piglets~"

Her tongue reached out to lick her bottom lip, like she was looking at something delicious. Watching their confused expressions, she chuckled softly, the sound unnervingly loud in the suffocating silence.

"I brought you here to entertain me. Didn't I say that in the letter?"

And just like that, the doors locked. The candles flickered out. The shadows moved unnaturally.

Motohama forced a chuckle, adjusting his glasses with a shaky grin.

"O-oh? You wanna play, huh? Heh… Well, I mean, if you wanted to do something… you know, a little wild, you didn't have to go all out on the horror atmosphere."

Matsuda, trying to match the bravado, nodded quickly.

"Y-yeah! We're game! I mean, if you're into that whole… dark, eerie roleplay kinda thing, we're open-minded!"

Issei, though nervous, swallowed the unease clawing at his gut and grinned.

"Hell yeah! I mean, a girl like you being into thrill-seeking? Figures. Adds to the appeal."

Hespera laughed softly, the sound low, melodic… but completely devoid of warmth.

A little hum of amusement, like watching insects blunder into a spider's web.

"My, my~" she purred, tapping her chin with a delicate finger. "You're all so stubborn, wishing to cling to you're delusions, hm?"

The temperature dropped sharply.

Their breath frosted in the air.

The soft, almost hypnotic glow of her eyes intensified, pupils narrowing ever so slightly.

A single, delicate hand rose to Hespera's lips as she giggled.

It was soft. Sweet. But her eyes—

Oh, they weren't human anymore.

The emerald and amethyst hues had darkened, swirling with something far older, far deeper, far more predatory.

Something filled with unadulterated chaos. It was a madness like no other.

She tilted her head, watching them with lazy amusement.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she extended a single, delicate hand... and snapped her fingers.

The room changed.

One second, they were standing in the grand entry hall.

The next they were somewhere else.

The walls had melted away, replaced with endless darkness, swirling with violet and black mist.

The ground beneath them was no longer solid—a vast expanse of obsidian glass, reflecting their own terrified faces back at them.

There was no exit.

No doors.

No windows.

Just them. And her.

Hespera stood before them, completely unaffected, her black dress blending into the endless void like she was part of it.

Her head tilted slightly, watching them with the same playful curiosity one might have when watching a trapped fly struggle in a web.

Motohama staggered back, his breath coming fast and shallow.

"W-what the hell is this?! What did you do?!"

Matsuda spun in place, his eyes darting around wildly.

"There's—there's no walls! Where the hell are we?! This isn't possible!"

Issei's hands shook, his mind desperately trying to cling to some form of logic.

But there was none. Because this wasn't logical. This wasn't normal. This wasn't human.

Hespera licked her lips, taking a slow, graceful step forward.

"Relax~" she purred. "It's just a little… pocket space. A personal playground of sorts."

She raised a hand, and the air rippled, distorting around her fingers like reality itself was bending to her will.

"Don't look so scared, boys~ I told you, didn't I?"

She smiled. It was sharp. Sweet. A deadly contrast to her eyes that didn't hide her excitement for what was to come.

"I just want to be entertained."

The shadows surged.

And thats when the screaming began.

Motohama fell to his knees first.

His hands clawed at his throat, his eyes bulging as he struggled to breathe, to move, to do anything—but it was as if his entire existence was being erased.

Hespera giggled softly.

"My, my~" she mused. "Already breaking? I haven't even done anything yet."

Her voice was mocking, playful, but the malice beneath it curled like a knife in the dark.

Matsuda staggered backward, his entire body shaking. "Y-you're joking, right?" he stammered. "T-this is just some crazy magic trick, r-right? You—you're not actually gonna—"

Hespera appeared in front of him in an instant. There was no movement.

No blur of speed. She was just there.

Close enough for him to see the inhuman gleam in her slit-pupiled eyes.

Close enough for him to feel the ghostly chill of her presence.

She smiled. Then—

She plunged her hand through his stomach.

Matsuda choked.

His breath came out in a wet, gurgling gasp, his entire body convulsing as a sharp, sickening squelch echoed through the void.

Hespera tilted her head, watching with mild amusement as her fingers twisted inside him, feeling the way his organs shifted and tore beneath her grasp.

Matsuda's mouth opened, perhaps to scream, perhaps to beg—

But no sound came out. Only blood. So sad~

Thick, dark crimson dripped from his lips, staining the front of his school uniform as his body sagged against her.

Hespera clicked her tongue.

"Disgusting," she sneered, before ripping her hand free.

His body collapsed, crumpling lifelessly against the void.

For a brief moment, his reflection stared back up at them from the obsidian floor—his face still twisted in shock, in horror, in pain.

Then, just like that, he was gone.

Not just dead. Erased.

His body dissolved into nothingness, as though he had never existed at all.

Hespera turned to the remaining two.

Motohama had lost control of his bladder.

Issei... Issei was shaking so badly he could barely stand.

Hespera licked the blood from her fingers, savoring the taste.

Then, with slow, deliberate steps, she approached Motohama.

The bespectacled pervert was whimpering, tears streaking his face, his entire body trembling like a broken animal.

"P-please," he sobbed. "Please, I—I d-didn't—"

Hespera knelt in front of him, resting her chin on her palm as she regarded him like one would a particularly boring insect.

"Mm… No," she said sweetly.

Then she reached out and tore his head from his shoulders.

The sickening snap of his spine, the wet, tearing sound of flesh and sinew being ripped apart—

It was almost artistic.

Motohama's body fell forward, twitching once before going still.

His severed head, eyes still wide in terror, tumbled across the obsidian floor, rolling to a stop at Issei's feet.

The boy screamed. Pure, unfiltered terror—loud, raw, broken.

Hespera sighed, tossing the bloodied remains aside like discarded trash.

Then she turned to the last one.

The only one left. Issei Hyoudou.

He was hyperventilating, his entire body wracked with violent tremors, his mind on the verge of completely shattering.

Hespera leaned in, her crimson-stained lips parting in a slow, taunting smile.

"You're shaking~" she purred.

Issei staggered backward, his legs nearly giving out.

"P-please—"

She appeared behind him.

His breath caught.

A single cold fingertip traced the back of his neck, making him jerk violently.

"Aww~ Is the brave little pervert scared?"

She leaned in, her breath cool against his ear.

"You should be."

Then she plunged her hand into his chest.

Not his stomach. Not his lungs. His heart. Just like she promised.

The sensation of her fingers curling around it—the rapid, terrified beating slowing beneath her touch—

It was exquisite.

Issei let out a choked, breathless sound, his hands grasping weakly at her wrist, as if he could somehow stop the inevitable.

Hespera giggled, tilting her head.

"Shh~ Don't struggle," she cooed. "It's only fair, don't you think? After all the disgusting things you've said about me… about so many other girls… "

Her grip tightened.

"You really thought there wouldn't be consequences?"

Issei's vision blurred. His body felt weak.

His heartbeat—**his own heartbeat in her hand—**was fading.

Hespera sighed.

"Goodnight, virgin boy~"

Then, with one final, merciless squeeze, she ripped his heart out.

Blood splattered across the glassy void.

His body collapsed, twitching for only a second before it, too, began to disintegrate.

Hespera held his still-beating heart in her palm, watching as it gave its final, pathetic shudder.

Then, casually, she crushed it.

The remnants vanished into nothing.

And just like that, the Perverted Trio ceased to exist.

Gone. Not just dead. Erased from existence.

She exhaled, stretching her arms above her head, her expression one of pure, satisfied delight.

"Well," she murmured to herself, licking a stray droplet of blood from her finger, "That was fun~"