Tvd with girls

Evelyn's grin deepened, her fingers loosening their grip just enough to keep me on edge. The air around us four seemed to grow heavier.

"What's wrong?" Aurora spoke, her voice sweet. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you too busy thinking about that winter?"

My breath hitched. That winter—the one they never let me forget—was the reason I had to sleep outside of my own house for months. It was also the beginning of my decision to create Walpurgis.

"It's not what you think," I replied quickly, stepping away from Evelyn's grasp.

"Oh really?" Evelyn tilted her head, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief. "Because your face says otherwise, darling."

"I bet he was thinking about those vixens again," Rebekah interjected, a heavy hint of jealousy lacing her voice. Her arms were crossed in frustration, which only made her curves more noticeable. It wasn't a good time to let my mind wander, but she didn't make it easy.

Rebekah stood, her movements deliberate and graceful, as she approached me. Her striking blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made it hard to look away. Without a word, she looped her arms around my neck and leaned in close.

"Don't try to lie," she murmured, her voice a mixture of frustration and allure. "I always know when you're lying."

There was no escaping it. I sighed, glancing between the three of them. Each one was beautiful, strong, and utterly terrifying when their moods soured.

"Fine," I muttered, reluctantly raising my hands in surrender. "You're right. I was thinking about that winter."

"I knew it!" Rebekah exclaimed, loosening her grip. Her expression was equal parts smug and annoyed. "It's always the same every year."

Aurora's sharp gaze softened, though a trace of curiosity lingered. "And yet, you still think about them every time it snows. Why, darling?"

"Don't be jealous of them," I said, my tone apologetic. "You know what happened. It was my fault, yes, but they love me too—just like you do."

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Flashback: Winter of 1064 A.D.

Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, swaying with the wind before landing softly on my gloved hand. I stood cloaked from head to toe, my face hidden beneath layers of thick fabric and cloak . The air was frigid, and the faint crunch of snow beneath my boots was the only sound accompanying me.

Ahead of me lay a small, quiet town nestled at the base of the mountains. I stepped off my snow bike, pulling out the small, spherical container that housed it.

"This Poké Ball really does come in handy," I muttered, shrinking the snow bike into the pokemon. Its space-expansion spell cast on empty pokeball had proven invaluable during my travels.

My gaze shifted to the village below. "Is this the place where they'll perform the ritual? I have to wipe them out before they succeed—and secure that spell for myself."

With a quick motion, I vanished into the forest, my steps swift and silent. Within minutes, I arrived at the village entrance, blending seamlessly into the shadows. I activated my psychic abilities, cloaking myself from the awareness of the townsfolk as I navigated my way toward the largest house—the home of the village chief.

The house stood two stories tall, constructed of sturdy stone. Its size and design suggested a degree of wealth uncommon for such a remote area. With a glance and the aid of my Lv<8> Architect Skill, I estimated the house contained eight or nine rooms.

From what I had learned, the village chief, Albert Denali, had connections to the local nobility. Specifically, his wife, Ruth, was a distant relative of the region's ruling baron.

I knocked on the heavy wooden door. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing an older man with silver-blonde hair and a neatly trimmed beard. Despite his age, his posture radiated strength and authority.

"Who are you?" the man asked, his tone wary.

Without answering, I used my mind-control abilities to implant a fabricated identity. To Albert, I became the son of an old friend—someone he would welcome without hesitation.

"It's been too long since I last saw you, Dave," Albert said warmly, stepping aside. "Come in, come in!"

Inside, I was introduced to Ruth, who greeted me with a gentle smile. She was a striking woman, and it was easy to imagine that she had been even more beautiful in her youth.

Albert led me upstairs to a guest room, his enthusiasm evident as he spoke. "Get some rest, and I'll introduce you to my daughters when they return from their friend's house. If you like one of them, let me know—I'll speak to your father about a marriage arrangement."

I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Marriage?"

"Of course!" Albert replied with a hearty laugh. "You're a fine young man. It's about time my girls settled down."

I chuckled nervously, dismissing his words as a joke as I am under a cloak not letting anyone see my face how could he tell he was a fine young man?

Settling into the room, I lay on the bed to rest. The real reason I had come to this village was far more urgent.

The Order had requested my assistance in tracking a rogue vampire suspected of conspiring with a witch and a werewolf coven. Together, they planned to perform a ritual that could tip the balance of power in their favor so I used prophecy to get the clue they are in this village somewhere.

From what I had pieced together, this appeared to be the foundation of the Triad and the precursor to the creation of Malivore. However, the timeline didn't match what I knew. It seemed my presence in this world had triggered a butterfly effect.

"They're planning to use vampire, werewolf, and witch blood to create Malivore," I muttered. "If they succeed, Malivore will come for the Cold Ones—and for me."

But I had a plan. I would ambush the conspirators, eliminate them, and claim their creation for myself. With the right spells and bindings, I could turn Malivore into a mindless puppet—a tool under my control.

"Stats," I commanded, opening the system interface.

[Status]

Name: Dave Nightshade

Race: Ascended Demon, Siphoner/Warlock Hybrid

Titles: Transmigrator, Creator, Hybrid Warlock

Bloodlines: Nightshade, Golden Blood, Necro Demon

Perks:{Lover's Charm (Lv 9)},{Ageless},

{Exceptional Prodigy},{Child of Darkness},{Creator}

Skills:

[Weapon Mastery (Lv 10),Telekinesis (Lv 11),Ecstasy Touch (Lv 9),Dream Walk (Lv 8),Advanced Healing (Lv 9)

.....]

Magic Capacity: 113,245

Rank: Arch

As You can see I am no longer considered human , but a demon because of demon bloodline I got which comes with necromancy as a blood magic.

"Let's do a spin," I muttered, activating the system's lottery feature.

[Congratulations!

Motorboat,

Football gear,

Body pillow of Mai Sakurajima in a bunny outfit,...

Blue Spider Lily]