From inside his $50 million penthouse, Damien's prey lay with her legs spread wide, sweat running down her curves, seeping her loins as she gripped the sheets in ecstasy. Her breathing was shallow, her mind racing. The sound of the worn-out springs echoed through the dark room with every thrust. His gaze pierced her with conviction as she chanted his name over and over, begging him not to stop. Her body convulsed as she bites into her lip, her legs trembling, the bed soaked.
He pulled himself away, almost slipping on the clothes strewn messily across the marble floor. Leaving her in a daze, he made his way to the kitchen for refreshments, still naked as the day he was born. He opened the fridge door and pulled out an almost empty bottle of champagne, pouring it into a glass. He took a mouthful, savoring the taste before swallowing.
"Do you need something from me?" he said, exasperated, as he acknowledged the unknown visitor standing in a shadowy corner of the room.
"Are you Damien Rothschild?" a female voice asked.
"You sneak into my home and don't even know who I am?"
"I wish to speak to you," she said, stepping into the light to reveal her god-like beauty. She had long blonde hair that cascaded down to her feet. Her silk dress was sheer enough to reveal every curve of her body while remaining vague enough to keep one guessing. She carried herself with an air of superiority. "It's about your brother."
"Goddamn, you're gorgeous. Are you single? Wait, you're not dating my brother, are you?"
"No, I'm not," she replied, anger lacing her tone. "Will you listen to what I have to say? This is a serious matter. My name is Shayla, and I was sent here to speak to you about your brother's exploits."
"Sent by who?"
"I cannot say. I'll only tell you that I came from another world—a world that is now in danger because of your brother."
"Another world?" Damien asked skeptically, pouring another glass of champagne, unfazed by the strange woman in front of him. "That's impossible. Is this some sort of joke? Did my brother put you up to this? I haven't seen him in over 80 years, and this is what he comes up with?"
"This is not a joke! Your brother is causing havoc in my world. He has to be stopped, one way or another."
"Good luck with that. Sebastian has always been a troublemaker. When we were kids, he convinced me that I was actually a girl and made me try on our mother's night gowns for a laugh. No matter how many years have passed, I'll never get my dignity back. I understand how you feel, but you'll have to deal with him on your own."
"So you don't mind if we kill him?"
Damien's expression darkened as he became consumed by rage. He grabbed her by the hand, pulling her in close and staring into her emerald eyes. He didn't need to reply; his eyes conveyed what would happen if anyone dared to lay hands on his brother. Joke or not, no one threatened his family and lived.
She stared back at him without a hint of fear and began speaking again calmly.
"If you don't want your brother to be harmed, then you'll have to stop him. We don't have a choice in this; something has to be done. You have a choice to make: either go to my world to save your brother, or we'll have no choice but to deal with him ourselves."
"You realize how ridiculous you sound? 'Another world'? It sounds like bullshit if you ask me."
"Yes, in your world, concepts like magic are abstract, but it shouldn't sound that ridiculous to you—immortal."
Damien couldn't hide his surprise at her words. How did she know? No one was supposed to know about their family secret, the secret his father passed down to him and his brother: the secret of everlasting life.
The Rothschilds, a family whose history dates back centuries, managed to crack the ever-elusive code for immortality.
With this gift given to him and his brother, he managed to build up a substantial amount of wealth and influence. He obtained everything the world had to offer and climbed to the pinnacle of the human race.
He clawed his way to the top, leveraging his gift of immortality. Over the past four centuries, he built his empire, and now he was the king, enjoying the world as he pleased.
The fact that she knew his secret must have meant there was at least a sliver of truth in what she was saying, Damien thought.
"If you go to my world, you'll be granted powers you can only dream about. You'll be unrivalled by anyone basically living as a god. You can use your powers to stop your brother's rampage and bring him home. Your brother is responsible for the death of many innocent people, we are being generous by giving you this chance to bring him home safely."
Damien took another mouth full of champagne, this time straight from the bottle. After emptying the bottle he finally spoke.
"Fine," Damien said, letting out a deep sigh. "Let's go drag my brother home, shall we?"
"Yes, everything will be explained before you are transported."
"Okay, do you need me to put some clothes on before we head out?" Damien joked.
"No need; this will be over in an instant."
Shayla placed her hand on his head, engulfing him in a bright golden light. Damien felt his mind drift away, as if he were being pulled in by something or someone, carrying him into a dark void devoid of any light.
He felt himself floating in an endless expanse, unable to feel or hear anything. Even his own voice was drowned out as he tried to shout for Shayla. Everything seemed to disappear as he floated in the nothingness.
Then from the abyss a terrifying voice spoke—a voice that sent chills down his spine. A voice that filled the atmosphere with dread.
[Anomaly detected. Host: Damien Rothschild is unworthy; therefore, he shall be given nothing.]