When the night sky won against the day, one by one the 3monsters within the city started to show up on the walls. These weak-blooded vampires transformed themselves into huge monster bats covered with a miasma."Seems like they consumed esomething for them to power up like this" Beznosov explained as everyone from his group got surprised by what they are witnessing.Weak-blooded vampires can turn into monsters the same as them but not this way. They should look like incomplete transformations where they remain in human form but with longer arms and limbs, sharp teeth from a head that are stretched forward and formed like those on bats, with pointed ears, and their skin like those on the animals too. These monsters they are witnessing develop wings and the ability to fly the same as them. It is a form completely the same except for the miasma these monsters are covered on.From all these weak-bloods ganging up on the city's entrance, a man finally showed up. This might be their leader.
After Beznosov pinned down the enemies using his gravity, his soldiers started to kill each of the weak-blooded vampires like sheep."It seems that you are the only one left, young man" he saw Gyohiro who led these monsters from the start as the only one standing on the pile of dead bodies and pool of blood after several minutes of slaughtering."He will answer to me" he commanded his soldiers as they tried to get closer to the enemy leader.The young man looks terrified but still on guard. This is his first time seeing a weak-blooded vampire who can remain mentally stable after all this time. He took a few steps forward, and the man increased his defense, ready to defend himself whenever he attacked."You are almost like a pure-blooded vampire. Who is your master and how come he was able to create an almost perfect replica of himself?" he lifts his hand pointing at the man and casts a gravity that pulled the enemy leader to the ground."A force like that will pull an average vampire
"Weakling!""Weakling!""Weakling!"The kids at the Royal Academy constantly bullied him, calling him a weakling. A weakling they say even though he is the son of a powerful vampire. Even though he is a high ranking noble and an heir of the entire Ural region."Hey, you piece of sh*ts!! Get away from him!" He heard a voice mixed on the insults and not long when someone pushed the boy who was on top of him, punching his face and calling him a weakling as the rest of 'em."Are you ok?" with his eyes swollen and vision blurry, he can still see the face of that savior-- A girl with long blonde hair on a pigtail, white skin toned freezing on that winter breeze and a voice of an angel."Are you ok?" she repeated her question as she pulls his arm and let him stand on his own. He stopped daydreaming when he got up."I-I am fine""Can you heal those wounds? I can help you if you need one" he can't look at her face any longer every time he meets her eyes. He never looked at a girl anyway in his
[Elaine's POV]The whole truth has been exposed to her by Gyohiro, who is currently tied to her vines, trapped like a fly on a spider web. All he muttered was utterly new to her like telling her that she never knew her own father all this time! Her family's history versus the story Gyohiro told her is far too fictitious! How come they are the lost descendants of the progenitor who has the ability of the forbidden art? She was told that her grandparents were killed during the war between the invasion of the werewolves in Russia a long time ago. And her mother? Her mother died giving birth to her. But Gyohiro said her grandparents were killed by the executioners serving the Russian branch of the royal family and its council. And her mother was killed in front of her father, trying to protect them both. Her family suffered in the royal order of being assassinated and sacrificed to the vampires to finally end the bloodline of the descendants of the progenitor who had the forbidden art. On
"Slaughtering my soldiers, Your Grace, are you enjoying it?" Venicio made his entrance.The battle momentarily stops. The soldiers made way for their Duke to enter the center of the battlefield."I'm afraid that I am, Venicio"The Duke then laughed, Venicio seems to enjoy how the Grand Duke admits it."What happened to your 'Nobility is not soiling our feet and challenging the weak'?" with his taunting eyes, Venicio looked at the man who was said to be the most powerful in Russia. When they were young, Beznosov had this motto on how a nobility must treat others, and that is based on their strength and capabilities.The air holds the pressure and intensity of what will happen in the next few minutes."It's so amusing how you, a powerless nobility act like he is at the same level as I am" taunted byBeznosov.Venicio just smirked and continue to walk forward, ready to take the first move and ignore any words Beznosov will throw at him. And the moment the distance between each other sever
"I-I killed her?" ridiculously and full of disbelief, Beznosov repeated what Venicio answered to his own question. There is no absolute reason he can do that, he grew up with Eve always on his side. She was his childhood friend, best friend, and his most precious. He loved her so much that he chose to let her go and let her choose the man in front of him."You really are pathetic down to your core! How dare you make stories--" Venicio stop his rage."You... killed... my wife!" The blood that moves like it has its own life thickens around Venicio, responding to the anger towards him. Did he lose it? Did his memories somewhat alter because of the almost-death experience he had after the explosion?Venicio in his monster state began to move to attack him. The vein-like bloodstream acts like a whip and attacks him. He dodge it and he saw what happened to the ground as it crushed it. What a powerful weapon considering that this is just made of blood!He observed Venicio as the man stand no
It was a cold shivering night when Loren and five of his companion lost in the middle of nowhere in some part of Yekaterinburg in Russia. The swift cold wind gives a chilling shiver on their skins down to their bones. Vampires are cold-blooded and they can stand the temperatures of winter, but for tonight? I don't think so. There is something in this coldness, something that puts his alert levels in a high position. "Be keen in your surroundings, soldiers" he warned them. They are currently in the middle of the ice-cold forest with horses, but even the animals are not comfortable with the atmosphere. A few steps and they arrived at someplace where horses can't pass through. They can't step back and return to where they came from, something is clearing all their prints in the snow, and going back will only make them more in loss to this maze-like dead forest. "My Lord, let me transform and fly up to the sky to see where are we in this forest" one soldier presented. He disappro
The music of the orchestra is playing in the air in that throne room. Everyone is enjoying the night, forgetting every political conflict and argument. The night was more peaceful than this party though. The stars lined up perfectly on the night skies like diamonds to be picked. It was peaceful and quiet on that balcony until he heard someone singing. A song he was quite familiar with and heard recently. The orchestra stopped and the whole crowd silenced. He gazed back inside over the balcony and he saw everyone looking at a single person. The woman with long silver hair was approaching the Throne while singing. Not sure if he was hearing her from where he was standing but he can hear her sing like she is right in front of her. "Oh no!" he began to worry when the woman was now in front of the Throne where her mother with the Queen was currently sitting. The 3 Knights that were with the Queen blocked the woman with their weapons—a spear, a sword, and a pointing arrow. The strang
"I-I killed her?" ridiculously and full of disbelief, Beznosov repeated what Venicio answered to his own question. There is no absolute reason he can do that, he grew up with Eve always on his side. She was his childhood friend, best friend, and his most precious. He loved her so much that he chose to let her go and let her choose the man in front of him."You really are pathetic down to your core! How dare you make stories--" Venicio stop his rage."You... killed... my wife!" The blood that moves like it has its own life thickens around Venicio, responding to the anger towards him. Did he lose it? Did his memories somewhat alter because of the almost-death experience he had after the explosion?Venicio in his monster state began to move to attack him. The vein-like bloodstream acts like a whip and attacks him. He dodge it and he saw what happened to the ground as it crushed it. What a powerful weapon considering that this is just made of blood!He observed Venicio as the man stand no
"Slaughtering my soldiers, Your Grace, are you enjoying it?" Venicio made his entrance.The battle momentarily stops. The soldiers made way for their Duke to enter the center of the battlefield."I'm afraid that I am, Venicio"The Duke then laughed, Venicio seems to enjoy how the Grand Duke admits it."What happened to your 'Nobility is not soiling our feet and challenging the weak'?" with his taunting eyes, Venicio looked at the man who was said to be the most powerful in Russia. When they were young, Beznosov had this motto on how a nobility must treat others, and that is based on their strength and capabilities.The air holds the pressure and intensity of what will happen in the next few minutes."It's so amusing how you, a powerless nobility act like he is at the same level as I am" taunted byBeznosov.Venicio just smirked and continue to walk forward, ready to take the first move and ignore any words Beznosov will throw at him. And the moment the distance between each other sever
[Elaine's POV]The whole truth has been exposed to her by Gyohiro, who is currently tied to her vines, trapped like a fly on a spider web. All he muttered was utterly new to her like telling her that she never knew her own father all this time! Her family's history versus the story Gyohiro told her is far too fictitious! How come they are the lost descendants of the progenitor who has the ability of the forbidden art? She was told that her grandparents were killed during the war between the invasion of the werewolves in Russia a long time ago. And her mother? Her mother died giving birth to her. But Gyohiro said her grandparents were killed by the executioners serving the Russian branch of the royal family and its council. And her mother was killed in front of her father, trying to protect them both. Her family suffered in the royal order of being assassinated and sacrificed to the vampires to finally end the bloodline of the descendants of the progenitor who had the forbidden art. On
"Weakling!""Weakling!""Weakling!"The kids at the Royal Academy constantly bullied him, calling him a weakling. A weakling they say even though he is the son of a powerful vampire. Even though he is a high ranking noble and an heir of the entire Ural region."Hey, you piece of sh*ts!! Get away from him!" He heard a voice mixed on the insults and not long when someone pushed the boy who was on top of him, punching his face and calling him a weakling as the rest of 'em."Are you ok?" with his eyes swollen and vision blurry, he can still see the face of that savior-- A girl with long blonde hair on a pigtail, white skin toned freezing on that winter breeze and a voice of an angel."Are you ok?" she repeated her question as she pulls his arm and let him stand on his own. He stopped daydreaming when he got up."I-I am fine""Can you heal those wounds? I can help you if you need one" he can't look at her face any longer every time he meets her eyes. He never looked at a girl anyway in his
After Beznosov pinned down the enemies using his gravity, his soldiers started to kill each of the weak-blooded vampires like sheep."It seems that you are the only one left, young man" he saw Gyohiro who led these monsters from the start as the only one standing on the pile of dead bodies and pool of blood after several minutes of slaughtering."He will answer to me" he commanded his soldiers as they tried to get closer to the enemy leader.The young man looks terrified but still on guard. This is his first time seeing a weak-blooded vampire who can remain mentally stable after all this time. He took a few steps forward, and the man increased his defense, ready to defend himself whenever he attacked."You are almost like a pure-blooded vampire. Who is your master and how come he was able to create an almost perfect replica of himself?" he lifts his hand pointing at the man and casts a gravity that pulled the enemy leader to the ground."A force like that will pull an average vampire
When the night sky won against the day, one by one the 3monsters within the city started to show up on the walls. These weak-blooded vampires transformed themselves into huge monster bats covered with a miasma."Seems like they consumed esomething for them to power up like this" Beznosov explained as everyone from his group got surprised by what they are witnessing.Weak-blooded vampires can turn into monsters the same as them but not this way. They should look like incomplete transformations where they remain in human form but with longer arms and limbs, sharp teeth from a head that are stretched forward and formed like those on bats, with pointed ears, and their skin like those on the animals too. These monsters they are witnessing develop wings and the ability to fly the same as them. It is a form completely the same except for the miasma these monsters are covered on.From all these weak-bloods ganging up on the city's entrance, a man finally showed up. This might be their leader.
A few more miles away and Beznosov's troops will now arrive in Moscow, the capital city of the Central district. Unlike the Descovick's royal guards who are signature to travel with horses, these troops traveled on foot or in carriages with their weapons or supplies. They won't get tired by walking non-stop anyway compared to humans, they just have to rest for an hour or more to refresh themselves by drinking human blood.Beznosov's men are powerful men unlike any other Loren saw in his life, these men are Vikings! Barbaric in nature and known as berserkers of war. They can't be easily killed as long as their heads are with their bodies."The Council's intel relies on the Prince of the Blood Imperial, right? The Empress said that she was informed by Vasil that I will go out and look for Anastasia, did he allow you to take me in on this mission?" Loren started a conversation since they all have been quiet for some time now during their travels."The Prince of the Blood Imperial has no
Loren woke up after feeling a couple of soft small pokes on his cheek. He can hear the sound of the birds chirping outside, it must be morning now. His mother might have canceled the circling blizzard not only in the capital but in the entire Kaliningrad region, the chilling wind is not as strong as before, that is why.As he get up in bed, he saw the one who was trying to wake him up. It was the doll that led him and his troops to the frozen lake where Anastasia was sealed. He acted not surprised as he was kinda used to the existence of this strange thing or being."You must have been looking for your mistress, right?" he asked while dressing up himself to go outside of the room.The doll didn't respond to his question, yet he knows the answer to it. After he put on his shirt, he sat on his ankles and face the doll that is currently standing on the edge of his bed."I will find your mistress, don't worry. You can come with me if you want, only if you promise to hide inside my bag at
[Yekaterinburg, Russia]Venicio, The Duke of Yekaterinburg welcomed Gyohiro into his secret tower is much pleased as he saw him carry on his back the fairy of ice."Finally, Gyohiro! We are now officially moving to the next phase of our plan"The weak-blooded vampire he obtained as a slave from the land of the rising sun was able to reach his expectations. No! he surpassed it. Gyohiro put down the unconscious Anastasia from an elevated platform in the middle of a glowing magic circle."W-what is this circle for, Duke?" Out of curiosity, he asked."This will help us imprison her as long as we need her to be" The Duke answered.He didn't get what he is saying, how come this will imprison her? He doesn't see any iron bars around to confine her. The Duke must have been read his facial expression and in an unusually good mood because of the arrival of this fairy which is why he explained further."The prison I am talking about is this" he pointed to his temple."You mean in her mind?" he a