An Offer From A Brother
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"…And what does this has to do with you not helping your father?" I asked him.
"I wanted his power for myself, as simple as that." Sangre said. "I have cut ties with him since he died back then. However, the remaining Vampire Gods always protected his soul fragments."
Sangre looked into his own hands, as he began to playfully shape his own blood.
"So I was never able to snatch them for myself and devour them. I had to patiently wait as the Vampire Gods dropped like flies one by one. It is amazing how vampires, a concept foreign to our world that father brought here, which were deemed immortal within his world, are mortal here due to the rules of [Fate] and lifespan."
Sangre began to laugh.
"It is hilarious, don't you think? We are both blessed as dragons. Although our upbringings were… quite different." Sangre said.
"Why do you call me little brother all the time?" I asked him.