Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

'Wait…'

A quick yet subtle moan went adrift and Keith's feline ears twitched several times, making several furrows across his forehead. 

No lights turned on past midnight, but the place wasn't dim for the sereny, starry sky gave way for the shimmering moon, gracing them with a dramatic lighting.

All of them noticed his reaction, and looked at him with skepticism.

"What are you on about—stopping several steps away from the porch in the middle of the night?" Nathan queried, his clenching jaws even highlighted along with his glinting eyes at him. Both of his hands got preoccupied, holding the miniature Strav with a constant pat on his head.

"Did you all not hear that?"

Out of curiosity, Dusk tilted his head, replying, around for what he meant a while ago. "What is?" 

"That!"

"Are you on to something?"

"The sound—"

Thereon, another round of sultry sound, almost couldn't catch it for a while, which he had his ears twitching as he wanted to focus for a little longer. 

Yet it got cut off early when the door creaked, and only to turn all of their heads towards the door, leaving an odd creaking sound—almost akin to a wood with a lot of rot on its surface, and rusty hinge that came with age—and only but a pitch-darkness seen from the door now ajar ever-so-slightly.

The door was opened, and they had yet to feel the malicious instincts that came beyond it.

Even for Keith, which was strange to him, for this was the place that meant to be a hidden location as to where Athan stayed. Indeed, a new piece of information Keith learned, and something he expected that he wasn't welcomed for the night's stay.

'This mustn't be it—' 

"Just as what His Highness foretold," a ghastly voice resonated within the darkness that lurked behind the door frame, but he was rather familiar with it, especially when thuds came alongside it.

'That voice!' Keith clenched his fist, when he got to know that what Nathan avowed was nothing but truth. Peering sideways, he noticed how Nathan held a serious canvas, staring nonetheless at the frontage of this humble abode.

Closer, after the faint green orbs afloat, it then revealed a stark green light within the crevices of its large figure.

Nero, the unique familiar that was under Athan's wing, also had a rotten personality that worked in tandem with Athan. 

The creature that could rival the power output of the Thunderbird Monarch in full recovery.

"Such late night visitation, but that shall be an exception." Everytime Nero opened his mouth was no different from a frosty haze, and together with his jarring tone was rather intimidating to him. "All of you are welcome to come in."

"Many thanks for the warm welcome." Out of all, Nathan replied, and shuffled forth, making them follow him from behind.

The front porch had creaking wooden floors, almost on the verge of snapping into two, making them all wary from what could be beneath it, but the Grand Duke was unperturbed about it, and went through without any fear at all.

Yet the more he shortened the gap, the stronger the voice was—which was from a man this time around— and there was no turning back when he finally recognized the voice.

Soon as he stepped inside, the room was rather bright and his eyes greeted the walls and ceilings void of decorations. 

In front of them was Nero, who was in front of them, glaring down at them.

"His Highness is busy, and he would rather let me take over with the business we're about to have, Your Grace."

Keith was rather impatient, when he then asked about Mystique right away, "Where is—?"

"Not so fast, Commander." A low rumble came from Nero, now leering at him. "For now, His Highness would 'Love' to have a word with you."

Only a curt nod was all he responded, glancing at the rest of how their mood became sour from his actions.

Nevertheless, Nathan then replied without a hitch. "We shall do that."

"Good!"

From his lime eyes glinted, and almost pierced right through his emerald eyes, almost conveying an imminent warning without any word to speak.

Withal, he cursed inwardly, shaking his head, 'Absurd, I've never been so restless and cranky with all of this… Can't be much of a fool now.' 

If not for their steps, then the room could've been dead silent. Only after they reached the living room, having Nathan and the twins take a seat, Nero gestured for a lighting path, a trail of floating wisps, for what was deemed for Keith.

"Follow closely, and it shall lead you to where you have to be. Be Quick."

He had come this far, and he needed to brush away every ounce of hesitation and doubts within him. 

Keith held back a long time, for he lived every moment as someone who Mystique could lean on, through highs and lows, and expected nothing in return.

He was just her personal knight, after all.

Unbeknownst to him, the room got dimmer than ever, but it didn't scare him, to think the least.

Though what seemed like forever, snapped out of his trail of worries when a series of yelps and cries came out—alluring and bewitching at that, which had his heart in palpitations once more.

Now, he found himself standing in front of the door, reaching through the knob, and opening it just a small gap caused his heart to drop.

In between rounds of kisses, amorous groans and moans swirled, ringing his ears, and between the gaps, his eyes greeted with two silhouettes beyond linked and intertwined beneath the angle of the moonlight that flourished and glimmered on them. 

A sudden deep wrangle in his heart, having him clench his fists and jaws.

The feeling he had was kind of strange, and the first one he had experienced—he could no longer explain.

But then, his eyes widened, when a gush of aromatic scent smothered on his face, and recognized it right from the start.

Goosebumps was all over his body when he then thought….

'She's releasing pheromones?! It's still days away—'

"You know it's bad to peek, right? Why don't you come in."