CHAPTER 145: A DATE WITH MY CUTE SHINSO VAMPIRE XXII

’Delicious... no...maddeningly delicious! t-This ta-ta-taste ...shouldn’t be possible... Why is his blood so...so... Addicting?’

Priscilla said, sinking her teeth deeper into Adam’s soft and tender neck.

Blood drip from the wound, as a warm and comforting sensation spreads throughout Adams body.

"Wow, so this...

He paused, gripping Priscilla’s head gently, while saying out aloud, but mostly to himself.

"So this is what it’s like to get bite by a vampire?"

"Hahaha...

Adam release a relax laugh.

"If I had known, I would have offered my blood much sooner...such a pleasurable feeling indeed."

"Weirdly enough getting bite like this is oddly calming, it’s like all the stress I never knew I had is leaving my body."

But as Adam enjoy Priscilla blood sucking, the Shinso was fighting her own demons from within.

’So good... his blood is exquisite. I’ve tasted countless before him, but none compare, nothing comes close to this perfection, in both taste and texture. Ahhh... I want to devour him whole. Every last drop, every trembling breath. Such a shame I can’t stay like this forever.’

These were the words Priscilla was saying to herself.

’If I am not vigilant, I fear the beast within shall stir... and I shall drain the boy to his final breath. Such an end I will not permit.’

Priscilla silently declared to herself inwardly.

As she tries to regain some self control. And that she did.

As hard as it currently feels for her.

’My will is tempered...ironclad, though even now, it strains beneath the sweetness of him.

She whispered softly in her mind.

The taste of Adam’s blood, made her feel ways, she personally thought impossible.

But yet again, in some shape, or in some form. Adam goes beyond the norm, to suprise her.

At this point it his speciality to go beyond expectations in anything he does, even if task passive itslef.

’I must sever this bond soon; his blood is far too potent, and rich to take lightly. Should I linger, I risk madness... to gorge upon him, to ruin him with fang and flesh, until naught remains but trembling silence, my arousal is starting to burn me...Tch. I must retreat to the Bleeding. Before desire unseats my reason.’

Her crimson eyes began to glow, she has no way of telling where the bleeding will take her, or what it will show her.

But maybe sole definite clues will reveal itself.

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"Can you save him?!"

The man’s voice rang out, desperate and raw, as he knelt before the spirit altar.

One knee pressed to cold stone, both arms raised. In his hands,

he held a dead child, Priscilla notice who that child was.

It was Adam, blood pouring from his small mouth, his heart pulled out, and both his eyes gouged pit as well, as blood escape from his close hollow peekers.

Priscilla froze at the sight.

Currently, she was seeing many disturbing things.

But that itself was what shook her the most.

The spirit looming above the altar moved, her arms gliding through the hair of the dead child as she said.

"Once thou didst bear the mantle of Overlord, and yet, behold thee now. A shade of thine own might. This child, within thy grasp to save... and still, thou lettest a woman’s words sway thy hand. Pathetic, indeed."

"AHHH...

The black hair man but his lips, a bitter feeling came over him, but the spirit spoke true, as such he had no words to defend himself rather than.

"I’m sorry, I honestly thought...

"Thought thou, foolish child, that one of the Horned kind would grant thee loyalty?

She pause, letting her harsh words set in, then she continued.

"It seems you fail to realize something you already know you foolish man. Gaia’s children serve but the Overlord... a crown thou didst cast aside long ago... Thy words are powerless now."

"Yet still, thou trustest so blindly. Mayhap they are thy kin, but the moment thou turnest from the throne, thou becom’st naught but a failure to thy blood, and to the cause of all mankind."

The woman said coldly.

Meanwhile the man this time however, could no longer remain silent.

As he spoke up.

Responding from the heart.

"Look I get it, I fucked up... But you have to understand. Ange wasn’t herself, my brother control her, she would never have done this to our child otherwise."

The spirit, her form out of sight, along with the face of the man as well sighed heavily at this response as she said.

"Retarded you are indeed."

Priscilla could only see so much.

Without draining Adam completely.

She could already feel her connection severing.

That aside though.

Her heart dropped.

She has no idea what kind of spirit this man was talking to.

But it seems to be no less than Great Spirit.

What kind, was unknown.

However she did notice, one keen detailed, something too familiar to outright miss, and rather shocking to say the least.

’That uniform!’

Priscilla said to herself, then continued. However her choice of words would have taken anyone by suprise.

As she.... quite literally out of nowhere said out aloud, and asked.

"Why is Adam in the hands of a terrorist?"

It was seemingly out of nowhere.

And the image in front of her refused to make sense, no matter how long she stared.

Priscilla eyes flickered at the unbelievable sight before her.

But even then, she remained composed, her tone deceptively calm, as she analyze the situation.

But as the truth of Adams birth origin slowly unfolds, answering some questions.

In finding out his hidden past.

A past no one, not even Adam knows about. More questions emerged, than there were answers.

"No... the real question is whether this ties our dear little brother to the Der Äonische Kreis... An anti Somnium faction. They are against royal family and the Overlord."

Her gaze darkened, at the very idea.

It was clear to her, that the Bleeding was showing her, an image of the past.

One that happened before Adam end up in the trash can of their horse stable’s.

But the problem here was that, they have confirmation that the Der Äonische Kreis was in cahoots with the cloak Metahuman.

She sighed at the sight, and continued to watch.

"Tch. Just perfect. As if things weren’t already complicated enough."

Said Priscilla as she keep watching the vision of the past.

But what equally surprising is the fact that Adam, is apart of royal family. That would explain his insane potential.

And also his infinite Astrum reserve as well.

Or that is the answer she is giving herself on this topic.

But her attention also went on the choices of words. Horn Kind...

"Where did I heard that from?"

"Hm... I’ll need to dig deeper into this."

Priscilla said to herself as her finger brushed her chin, thoughtful.

A short vision of the past, but so much was being revealed.

"Although I must admit Ange... is quite the beautiful name."

But as she think more deeper, about what was being shown to her.

Her expression darkened for a moment. If the man’s story about the Emperor was true, then these so call horn girls.

Ange for instance had been forced to do something unspeakable.

"Still, the spirit must have intervened, and saved Adam... perhaps even marked him with a blessing. When Adam came here, his eyes were like blue galaxies."

"It was not till later in life did we realized just how special his eyes were."

Priscilla folded her arms, as she began remember back on the past, a couple years back, about two, and half to be precise.

"According to him, he can see the fallacies of the world to discern lies from truth. See invisible things, and interact with them, he was also capable of seeing the flow of energy as if second nature."

"Hmm, if I had to guess that is probably why he can copy magic, and martial arts he ha seen once with a mere glance. Truly an enviable gift indeed."

Born magic eyes were rare beyond belief. Among demons, one in thirty thousand. Among angels, one in six million. The odds alone made it nearly impossible to get them.

As these two race, were the only two race known have them naturally.

But from this vision it was clear Adam got them from this outlier method.

And yet here Adam was with them with two unbelievable powerful magic eyes.

Priscilla exhaled, quiet and slow.

"So... the spirit didn’t simply save him. It gave him a gift as well. How benevolent."

Her voice dipped, dry with irony.

"But I know the shape of malice, no matter how kindly it smiles. I don’t know what kind of spirit reached out to this man to save Adam... but whatever she is, her presence stinks of something old and cruel. She reeks of evil."

"Still, I need to learn more before this vision fades altogther."

Seeing that last bits of the vision, the world started to fade, the trees around the place erupt into particles

And their voice started to get more distance

The Bleeding was coming to an end.

But even then Priscilla manage to see something that would haunt her.

"Look can you save Mercrodon or not?"

"Mercrodon."

Priscilla commented as she said.

"...Is that Adam’s real name."

She questioned, but no one answered, however it was quite obvious.

Moments after the man answered the question.

The spirit sighed, and said

"Like I said before, of course I can but nothing is for free former king of man."

"As I spake afore, aye, I can. But naught is freely given... not even to thee, fallen king of men."

"Of course it is, sigh what do you want Selene, my soul? If that is the case you can have it."

The man said to the Great Spirit.

"...Thy soul, is it? Hmhm... such boldness, from one so dim in mine eyes. Strong thou mayst be, yet thy promise hath long since withered. No matter...thou, I am certain I can yet bestow upon this child... the benediction of a Dark Chance at he very least."

"...A dark chance, what do you even mean by that."

The man asked, a little worried by her choice of words, but what she said next struct a thorn in his heart.

"Tis simple... As the Great Spirit of the Void, I may grant the child a Chance, a glimmer of survival, at the price of temporary Misfortune."

"Yet before thou dost consent, thou must hearken well. First: once touched by the Void, the boy shall be severed from all notion of a fated future. His body will be invisible or rather ignored by the law of destiny, as such he will have no concept of certainty. Only the yawning dark. He shall be freed from the cycle... and be burdened with unknowing."

"Secondly... should he endure, I shall claim him. As my apostle... Think of it as a test to see if he is truly worthy of my blessing."

"Tis been an age since one bore the possible potential to lead the Hunt of the Void. And thou knowest well what that entails. No rest shall grace his soul. He shall tread the blighted path eternal, a fate more cruel than death many would say."

"But, he shall live. For a time. How long... even I cannot say."

"Either way, my blessing of reassured survival endures but two moons. Once spent, the child shall walk a path steeped in Uncertainty, and bound in Misfortune for as long as his soul persist."

"Speak, then, wouldst thou bind the child to the Void’s cruel mercy, or permit his soul to return unto the Tower... to slumber, and be born once more, cleansed of his past life, pick now fallen emperor of man."

The man clos this eyes, and the last words Priscilla heard from him was.

"I accept."

"Wait... You’re truly going to barter away your own son’s entire existence to that spirit?"

Her eyes narrowed, clearly pissed off as to what she was seeing.

"You miserable excuse for a father. What in the ever-burning hells is wrong with you?"

She shouted as the world went black, and light came at the center, as traverse towards it she shouted.

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"No... Absolutely not. Like hell I’m letting this stand... I won’t let you take him!!!"

"Hey...Heyyyy... Big sis, chillax what the hell?"

Adam said to infuriated Priscilla, as he looked drill hair vampire that had vexing eyes.

"It’s ok big sis, just calm down will ya?"

Priscilla snapped out of her aggressive state as she looked at Adam and quickly calm down.