2025-02-21 19:11:02The morning after the attack dawned with an eerie silence. The once pristine courtyard was now a macabre canvas of crimson stains and scattered weaponry. The air, thick with the metallic scent of blood, hung heavy over the estate.
"Just who did you mess with this time to make someone send veteran mercenaries to haunt you?" Sarah asked Damien, her voice mixed with curiosity, "Your dealings with those people are getting out of hand and it's painting our family name in red," Damien sat on the plush leather couch, legs crossed, an almost bored expression on his face. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, but his striking blue eyes gleamed with defiance. He picked at a loose thread on his shirt, refusing to meet Sarah's fiery gaze. "Look at me when I’m talking to you!" she snapped, slamming her hand on the table. "Are you trying to ruin the legacy our ancestors have spent years building with your reckless business by mingling with societal pests? We have businesses, properties, influence across continents. Why would you need to involve yourself with the underworld mafias?" Damien finally looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. " All the wealth and fame isn’t enough, Sarah. Power and fear are also crucial. The kind that brings even the greatest to their knees. I doubt they'd come back after what they've just witnessed." Sarah’s heart clenched at his words. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "If Mom and Dad were still alive, would you behave this way? They built this family’s empire with integrity. They would be ashamed of___." "Don't bring them into this," Damien snarled, his composure finally cracking. "They were weak. They had everything they needed to instill great fear into anyone that would come against them, but all because of their pathetic belief to regaining world peace they ignored it. Look where it led them." Sarah’s face softened. "That wasn’t their fault, Damien. They believed in doing things the right way. And besides, they left Palmer and the rest so they could look after us. They cared for our safety and wanted to make sure we're in safest hands." "They didn't have to!!!" Damien yelled in complete rage that soon followed by a heavy silence. The air was thick with unresolved grief and anger. Palmer, who had been standing quietly in the corner, finally stepped forward. "Enough," he said, his deep voice commanding attention. "This fighting won’t bring your parents back. And it___." "Spare me the lecture Palmer. It's not suited for you," Damien cut Palmer off as he stormed out of their sight with boiling rage. Sarah and Palmer could only watch as Damien left the room in anger. "He's still affected by what happened to our parents, isn't he? He completely changed after hearing the news, shutting himself out for two months, grieving about mom and dad," Sarah said, her eyebrows slanted in sadness, eyes filled with tears. "Please, Palmer, he's the only family I have left. I don't want to lose him too, I don't want to lose Damien, please." Sarah, already crying. Palmer, a spark of memory flashed in his head as he saw a similar scenario of an old descendant with a striking resemblance to Sarah pleading to him to save someone. "Don't worry Sarah, I'm sure he'd come by soon enough. I'll go talk to him. But before that, I'll ask the cleaners to take care of the compound. You should get more rest or you'll get sick," he said with a warm smile, so pleasant and filled with assurance. His silver hair and scarlet eyes glowing with elegance as the sunlight struck on it, accentuating the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the unwavering strength in his gaze. For a fleeting moment, the ageless vampire seemed almost human, making it hard to believe that this young elegant and handsome man is actually a creature born of darkness. Meanwhile, in a dark room The lone mercenary who had escaped Palmer’s brutal attack stood trembling. His face was twisted in fear and rage as he spoke to the massive figure standing before him. "It was him," the mercenary rasped. "I swear it. He hasn’t aged a day." He touched the jagged mark running across his face. " I'll never forget the man who gave me this scar on my face." Behind the desk, another silhouette emerged from the gloom, a figure shrouded in shadows. His hands, gnarled and scarred, rested lightly on the cool surface. "One could see why the young lad was so confident to run to his estate and hide like the cub he is," the figure smirked. "But you're not the only one with monsters as pet." Sunlight, a timid intruder, filtered through a narrow, grimy window, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished mahogany desk then to the figure's left face to expose a scar on his left cheek. "Any guardian in possession of the relic is just a sitting beacon to the other factions. Words would soon spread across the others, I wonder how long you'd last, Damien Montgomery."
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Damien, with his characteristic swagger, strode into the room, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Palmer," he announced, "we're going on a little trip."Sarah's head snapped up, alarm bells ringing in her ears. "A trip? Where?"Damien smirked, enjoying her apprehension. " Relax darling. Don't worry, just going to have some fun.""Fun?" Sarah scoffed. "The last time you had 'fun', the yard was bathed in the blood of people you had pissed off."Damien rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Sarah, don't be such a stick in the mud. A little adventure never hurts anyone.""Adventure?" Sarah's voice rose. "Damien, your idea of adventure usually involves illegal auctions, shady deals, and life-threatening situations!""I'll go with him, Sarah."Sarah's gaze snapped towards him, her eyes wide with concern. "Palmer, no. You don't have to put up with—""I'm worried for his safety," Palmer insisted, his voice gentle but firm. "And perhaps," he added, a subtle glint in his scarlet eyes, "it's an opportuni
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Damien’s heart pounded in his chest. "What the hell? Werewolves?"Palmer didn’t answer. He was already out of the car, eyes glowing bright red as he scouted the area for presence for more troops.Meanwhile, back at the estate... Alarms blared back at the estate. Sarah's heart leapt into her throat as she saw shadowy figures moving across the manicured lawn. Her body came still, unable to move due to fear as she witnessed silhouettes, defying gravity as they flickered across the walls and ceiling with nimble movementsA cold hand clamped over Sarah's mouth, silencing her startled gasp. A chill ran down her spine as she felt the sharp edge of something pressed against her throat. "The floor would be dyed in your blood before you could let out a scream," the figure hissed, its voice a chilling whisper. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against the unseen assailant. "You fool!" Valen's voice echoed through the ballroom, laced with a chilling calm that belied the fury i
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Valen lay sprawled on the ballroom floor, blood pooling around him. The siren, its victory short-lived, seized Sarah by the neck, its grip tightening like a vise."I sense the presence of the relic in this building. They both have awakened." it hissed, its voice laced with triumph, "but it's too faint for me to pinpoint its exact location." Its glowing eyes bored into Sarah's. "Your face says you know nothing about it, but you'll do well to show us around the estate. Its whereabouts could save your life.""I don't know what you're talking about..." Sarah gasped, struggling to breathe."I just said that," the siren sneered. "Just take us where your brother carries out his activities. I should be able to find it easily.""My brother is secretive, I don't know where he—"Before Sarah could finish her sentence, the siren slammed her against the wall with bone-jarring force. A crater formed around her, and she crumpled to the floor, blood trickling from her lips."Think twice before answer
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The werewolves lay scattered across the ground, their unconscious forms lit by the eerie red glow of the sky. Palmer, his scarlet eyes still blazing with power, surveyed the scene, a thoughtful expression on his face. "The person who sent them is quite thorough," Palmer mused, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. He knelt beside one of the unconscious werewolves, his keen senses analyzing the subtle traces of magic clinging to its fur. "A silencing spell, woven with potent dark magic. They all passed out after I asked them some questions." He stood, his gaze sweeping over the fallen pack. "No loose ends. Interesting." A flicker of concern crossed his features. "But that's not all..." He paused, his gaze shifting to Damien, a smirk playing on his lips. "Pfft, some 'monster' you turned out to be. You pretty much exhausted what fear is left in you," he chuckled.Damien, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, mumbled, "Argh, don't laugh!" He looked down at his trembling hands, his voic
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A hush fell over the cathedral hall as the skinwalker, disguised as Edward, started walking back into the meeting room. From behind a towering marble pillar, a figure emerged, his face etched with a mixture of disgust and disdain."You guys are as disgusting as usual," the Pope spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You make me want to puke."The skinwalker paused, a sardonic grin spreading across its stolen face. "Coming from someone like you, that's saddening. Selling out your comrades for power... You make me want to puke. I'm only doing this because I'm benefitting a great deal from it. I despise betrayers.""I hope you remember your part of the deal when the day comes," the Pope hissed, his voice laced with a venomous threat.With a dismissive wave of his hand, the skinwalker strode back towards the Elders' chamber, leaving the Pope fuming in his wake.Inside the chamber, the Elders sat in tense silence, their faces etched with worry."So, any luck reaching the kid?" Gorion gro
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After what seemed like hours of conversation. The meeting ended with both sides unable to come up with conclusions to how they'd handle the situation at hand. Edward Ashworth, or rather, the creature that wore his skin, moved through the dispersing crowd, his mind awhirl with newfound knowledge. He had gleaned valuable information from the meeting, insights into the guardians' plans and vulnerabilities."Good work today, Sir Edward," his driver, Walter, greeted as he approached the waiting limousine. "Are we heading straight home, or branching to the usual place?" he asked with a warm smile, glancing at his employer through the rearview mirror.The skinwalker paused, momentarily thrown. "The usual place?" it echoed, its mind scrambling to access Edward's memories. A wave of frustration washed over it. "This is where our abilities falter," it thought, cursing its incomplete mimicry. "We have no access to the memories of the victims we absorb. What a pain.""Let's just head home," it sa
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The battle at the Montgomery estate raged with an intensity that shook the heavens.Valen blurred forward, his speed defying the eye, but Elijah was faster. With a mocking grin, he snatched Valen’s face mid-air, gripping him like an insect, and slammed him into the ground with terrifying force."So confident in your speed. To me, you look like a bug trying to escape death," Elijah smirked, his fingers pressing deeper, crushing Valen’s skull into the concrete floor.Out of nowhere, Palmer struck. His leg connected with Elijah’s jaw in a devastating kick—one that could have shattered mountains. Yet, the impact only left a faint cut on Elijah’s cheek, a wound that healed before Palmer even landed."Tsk… so hard," Palmer clicked his tongue in frustration.Elijah wiped his cheek, inspecting the brief injury before flashing a sharp grin. "Stand proud, brother. At least you managed to leave a cut."With effortless strength, Elijah flung Valen at Palmer. They crashed through the estate’s foun
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The voices of people could be heard cheering in a building that seemed to exist outside the world's gaze. The interior was vast, with a capacity for over a thousand people, its tiers rising high above the main floor. Every seat, from the topmost balcony to the ground level, offered a clear view of the spectacle below. It was an auction house, but not the kind that dealt in ordinary treasures. Here, notorious billionaires from across the globe gathered to bid on slaves and artifacts that defied the laws of nature.Seated in a private box on the upper floor was the owner of the auction, Leonardo Jordan. The man who had sent mercenaries after Damien after the young Montgomery raided his auction. A smug smile played on his lips as he watched the bids climb higher and higher. The artifacts on display—ethereal relics that seemed to hum with latent power—were fetching prices that would make even the wealthiest tycoons balk."My bank account is getting heavier yet again tonight," Jordan said
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The estate was a battlefield, its once-pristine grounds now a chaotic mess of shattered stone and swirling dust. It was easy to tell that no ordinary beasts were clashing here—this was a war between titans.Lilith let out a low whistle, her dark red eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Valen’s display of power. “Isn’t he on par with a Noble at this point? That monster… he just keeps getting hotter,” she smirked, her voice dripping with playful admiration. “Too bad it’s Elijah he’s going against. I hope he doesn’t die—I’d love to get to know him better.”The air grew heavy, the pressure in the estate intensifying to an almost unbearable level. The source? Elijah. He emerged from the rubble, his broken hands healing with eerie speed, the bones snapping back into place with audible cracks.“Just today,I’ve been sent flying twice.” Elijah said, brushing his hair back with both hands, his voice calm but laced with menace, “ Just today, I’ve had my hands broken.” He cracked his nec
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Elijah stood over Palmer’s broken form, his crimson eyes cold and unyielding. “You’re soft, Elias,” he sneered, tossing his brother’s body to the ground like a discarded puppet. “I’ve spent centuries undergoing strict training with the devil herself, surpassing every weakness, every limit, just for this moment. All while you’ve been playing house with your bonds and puppets.”Palmer coughed, blood spilling from his lips as he struggled to speak. “...oth of y..you...” His voice was barely a whisper, but Elijah crouched down to listen, his expression unreadable.“What?” Elijah asked, his tone sharp.“I waited... for the bo..th of you...” Palmer rasped, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and regret.Elijah’s jaw tightened, his scar pulsing with a faint crimson glow. “But the first thing you did after seeing me was to try to stake me. You broke our promise and created a pact with the very species that sought to annihilate us.”“But... Old man said to protect humans,” Palmer managed, h
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Elizabeth’s voice was calm but urgent as she ushered Sarah and Damien toward the door. “Palmer will probably need your help with whatever is happening at the estate. You both should go to him.”Sarah hesitated, her brow furrowed with worry. “But what about you? It’s not safe here. Can’t you come with us?”Elizabeth shook her head, her smile gentle but firm. “It’s fine. Those creatures won’t be coming anytime soon.” She gave them a gentle push toward the door, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Go. Hurry.”Sarah glanced back, her expression torn. “Don’t do anything rash… We’ll be right back,” she said, her voice tinged with unease.Elizabeth chuckled softly, her eyes glimmering with nostalgia. “Oh my, you remind me so much of Suzanne. Now, hurry along. I’ll be fine.” She waved them off, her figure growing smaller in the rearview mirror as the car sped away.Back at the Montgomery estate, chaos reigned.Lilith rose to her feet with languid grace, the stake impaled in her chest seem
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Valen’s breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring as his consciousness slipped away. His body was a mess of blood and fatal injuries that refused to heal, his regenerative abilities overwhelmed by the sheer force of Elijah’s attacks. He knelt on the ground, head bowed, struggling to hold on.Elijah crouched down to Valen’s eye level, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and disdain. “I can hear the cells in your body desperately trying to regenerate.” he said, his voice smooth and cold. "I told you I’d wipe that cocky expression off your face.”Valen didn’t respond, his strength fading with every passing second.Elijah tilted his head, studying Valen like a predator sizing up its prey. “For a puppet, you did well. It’s a waste to leave you here to rot, protecting those whose end is inevitable.” He extended a hand, his tone almost conversational. “Why not join us? Reforge your allegiance, submit to us completely, and put your abilities to better use.”Lilith, standi
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The air in the room grew heavy as Elizabeth finished recounting the events at the Ashworth estate. Her voice trembled as she spoke of Eddie’s suspicions about the Church and Walter’s tragic end. “Eddie always had his suspicions about the Church,” she said, her hands clutching the edge of the table. “But I dismissed it as paranoia.” She paused, tears welling in her eyes. “He was right all along.”The siblings stood frozen, the weight of her words crashing over them. Damien bit his lip, his fists clenched tightly. He tried to hold back the tears, but they spilled over anyway, streaming down his face.Elizabeth handed Damien and Sarah a tissue. “I know how it feels. The weight of thousand years old problems suddenly dropping on your shoulders,"Damien’s shoulders shook as he took the tissue, his anger and sorrow warring within him. Elizabeth turned and picked up a torch from the table. “Follow me,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.Sarah and Damien exchanged a hesitant g
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“He goes by ‘Palmer’ now, did you not know?” Valen said, rolling up his sleeves with a mischievous smile playing on his face. Lilith’s smirk faltered for a moment, her dark red eyes narrowing. “He’s strong,” she admitted, her voice tinged with reluctant admiration. “I can only see why you were not chosen if just one of these guys he created is this strong.” Elijah’s crimson eyes flashed with irritation, his scar pulsing a bright red. “I will never lose to a ‘wannabe’,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “He can never be like us, and that will be his downfall.” Dark sigils flared beneath his feet, spreading like wildfire until they surrounded the entire estate. Crimson energy crackled in the air like lightning, thick with tension enough to bring ordinary vampires to their knees. But Valen remained unfazed, his scarlet eyes glowing with quiet defiance. “Let’s see how long you’ll last with that cocky expression,” Elijah said, his lips curling into a cold smile. Meanwhile,
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The air was still, heavy with an unspoken tension, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Two figures stood at the iron gate, their presence radiating an otherworldly menace. Elijah tilted his head, sunlight glinting off his crimson eyes. “No holy wards,” he mused, his voice smooth and cold. “How… quaint. Even though he’s protecting one of their own.” Beside him, Lilith smirked, her fangs catching the light. “The gods really didn’t extend their blessings to this household,” she purred, her dark red eyes gleaming with predatory delight. One of the estate guards, drawn by the strange presence outside, approached the gate. His breath hitched as he took in the figures before him. The man looked almost exactly like Palmer—black hair with streaks of silver, crimson eyes gleaming with malice with a long scar line that extended from below his left eye to his jaw. Beside him stood a woman whose aura radiated danger, her dark red eyes locked on him like a predator sizing up its pr
