After interviewing Casella and Imon Ingvar, Ves proceeded to meet with the other expert candidates.
While he had met them before, he never really paid too much attention to them. This was rather negligent on his part because if any of them underwent apotheosis, their prior experiences would probably play a significant role in determining their final convictions.
Though Ves knew it was impossible to exert 100 percent control over how these pilots transformed, he could still manipulate the odds. It was already a win in his book if his attempt to steer their evolution succeeded 50 percent of the time.
He met all kinds of interesting personalities in the next couple of hours. Anyone who managed to make the first jump was already special in some way. Expert candidates possessed remarkably strong wills compared to ordinary people. This meant they were less inclined to conform to normality.
Of course, compared to expert pilots, these lesser individuals were not demigods yet. Ves was confident he could hold his ground in their presence.
"Mr. Tamarin Larkinson." Ves briefly studied the man's profile. "I'm glad to see a fellow trueblood here. We've gone through a lot of changes since we left the old family."
The forty-ish year old mech pilot offered Ves a weary nod. "That it is. It has only been a couple of years since we've left the Bright Republic, but to many of us, those days feel like ancient history. It's surreal to see so many of our fellow clansmen treating it as a lost era that is only available in the form of archival footage and historical records."
Ves chuckled. He immediately felt more connected to Tamarin. Talking about the 'good old days' even though they weren't very good always seem to bind the truebloods together. There were too few of them in the clan. Their shared origin was one of the few elements left that belonged to them and no one else.
"The reason why we treat the pre-clan days as if we lived during the Age of Conquest is due to how much we have grown. Just like how the Age of Mechs is unrecognizable to the prior age, our clan has climbed incredibly from the modest roots of the family. If you chose to follow my uncle Ark and stuck with the current iteration of the Larkinson Family, you would find that nothing much has changed. As far as I know, the other Larkinsons are still stuck with their shabby third-class mechs and light carriers."
It was impossible for the Larkinson Family to be as prosperous as the Larkinson Clan. Ark may be an excellent expert pilot and an inspirational leader, but he was not an industrialist!
Without Ves, there was no one in the Larkinson Family who was capable of generating a lot of revenue.
"It's not that bad." Tamarin responded. "The Larkinson Family still has those shares in the LMC. The dividends they've received lately is enough for them to start acquiring some second-class assets, though not as much as us. The family has some other plans in mind as well."
As Ves continued to chat with Tamarin, he noticed that the middle-aged mech pilot was very interested in the safety and the development of the Larkinsons.
The Avatar mech pilot took a lot of pride in his trueblood heritage. He paid special attention to the standing of the truebloods in the clan. He also tracked the progress of the Larkinson Family in order  to make sure they were doing well for themselves.
If the Larkinson Family ever encountered trouble, then Tamarin would definitely feel distressed.
Ves didn't know what to make of that. Whenever he tried to talk about other topics such as his time with the Avatars of Myth, Tamarin exhibited much less passion.
To him, serving in the Avatars was merely an obligation that he had to meet. He fought in order to prove to everyone that truebloods like him were not freeloaders. His main motivation in growing stronger was to give more weight to the truebloods in the Larkinson Clan.
"The more outsiders we recruit, the less we matter." Tamarin explained. "We can't let the clan slip out of our control. So far, we only have one expert pilot out of five. This is a dangerously low proportion. We need to prove to the adopted clansmen that our superior Larkinson blood and genes makes us better! For this cause, I will do my best to follow the example of Venerable Jannzi and strive to break through as fast as possible."
"I.. see. Take your time, then. There's no hurry."
After Tamarin Larkinson left the stateroom, Ves rubbed his face and updated his notes.
Suffice to say, Ves didn't think Tamarin was engaging in productive behavior. Since the clan opened up its doors to outsiders, the integration of foreigners who initially had no connections to the Larkinson proceeded exceptionally smoothly with the help of the Larkinson Network.
These days, hardly any clansman paid attention whether someone was a trueblood Larkinson or not. Position, friendship, familiarity and other factors mattered more.
So far, most trueblood Larkinsons accepted this new reality because they were strong and capable enough to maintain their high standing within the clan. It would have been a different story if they visibly lost a lot of power and influence, but that was not the case at the moment.
Unfortunately, that did not stop truebloods like Tamarin Larkinson from becoming 'concerned' about their standing in their clan.
Though their intentions were good, Ves would prefer it if they didn't obsess too much over the purity of their bloodline.
Ves had long let go of the old definition of a Larkinson. To the clan, anyone who was a part of it was a Larkinson. That was it. There were no internal divisions and no ranking that stated that one Larkinson was better than the other one. Perhaps that was a very strange custom to other family organizations, but then again they didn't have anything like the Larkinson Network!
To be honest, aside from sentimentality, Ves didn't really care about his trueblood identity anymore. The clan operated by different rules and Ves wanted it to stay that way.
Ves had little patience for truebloods like Tamarin who wanted to turn back the clock!
"I definitely have to intervene in this stupid fellow's development before he turns into an even greater disaster than Venerable Jannzi!"
He thanked himself for investigating expert candidates like Tamarin more thoroughly. He couldn't afford to let this delusional idiot ruin the harmony of the Larkinson Clan.
"So what should I do?"
Well, first off, he had to pull Tamarin off his assigned Bright Warrior mech. The Bright Warrior was the quintessential Larkinson mech. Since the Golden Cat was its design spirit, Ves had a feeling that piloting the mech would only exacerbate Tamarin's biases over time!
"This is one of the blind spots of the network." Ves observed. "It instills greater loyalty in the clan but doesn't dictate in what way our clansmen should strive towards."
While Ves could have designed a stricter network, that would have been too obvious. He knew that the MTA was definitely keeping an eye on how his clan instilled loyalty in its members. For now, the effect was mild enough that it could easily be chalked up by constant exposure to glows, but if people completely changed their personalities, then that would definitely ring a lot more alarm bells!
He quickly wrapped up Tamarin's case by passing on a secret order to Commander Melkor. He wanted his cousin to reassign Tamarin to one of the new commercial second-class mech models.
He took special notice of the fact that Tamarin specialized in piloting knight mechs. That was even more concerning.
"In the future, I have to make sure he stays away from Bright Warriors and Aurora Titans."
Right now, Ves suffered from a lack of mech models that he could use as tools to shape the development of his expert candidates. He could only resort to changing other environmental aspects until he expanded the mech roster of his mech forces.
"Next!"
He met with a couple of other expert candidates next.
Isobel Kotin-Larkinson was another Avatar expert candidate. As an adopted Larkinson, she was very grateful to be a part of an ascending clan. Though she cared about her new identity a lot, she still possessed the humility of someone who used to be an average third-rater.
She turned out to be a marksman mech pilot who was very precise with a laser rifle. She not only excelled in marksmanship when piloting a mech, but also won tournaments when wielding laser weapons in person.
Aside from her calm and analytical mindset, she didn't stand out in any way aside from her age. She wasn't that much older than Venerable Joshua, which meant she possessed a brighter future than Tamarin.
It was too bad that she wasn't an Ylvainan. If she was an adherent of the Ylvainan Faith, then Ves would have arranged her to pilot his new Transcendent Punisher mech model.
"Thank you for answering my questions." Ves nodded towards her. "You may go now. I will discuss your situation with Commander Melkor and see if we can give you some more opportunities to improve your marksmanship."
Ves met with some Living Sentinel expert candidates next.
Percival Larkinson was a stoic and mature trueblood Larkinson who did not show as much respect to the clan patriarch as the ones that came before.
"I see that you've lived through some tough battles during the Nyxian Gap Campaign."
"I survived that hellhole of an abyss, yes. I can't say the same for the four-hundred Sentinel mech pilots who failed to make it out. They were my comrades, sir."
Oh boy. Ves expected to face some pressure when he met with a Living Sentinel, but Percival seemed to have quite a chip on his shoulder.
Predictably, the rest of the meeting did not proceed well. Percival kept his back straight and stared judgmentally at Ves. Obviously, the surviving Sentinel still reserved a lot of blame to Ves for dragging so many clansmen to their deaths.
Ves noted that Percival was a striker mech specialist. Though the skilled Larkinson mech pilot was capable of piloting other mech types, he preferred to pilot striker mechs. In fact, he previously piloted the Doom Guard when he was a part of Task Force Predator.
Due to the Doom Guard's double-edged nature, its mech pilot had to endure a lot of mental pressure. Someone like Percival must have subjected himself to a lot of torture in order to pilot this hellish machine.
Ves briefly grew concerned. What happened when someone with a lot of resentment piloted a torture machine every day?
He didn't think anything good would arise! If Percival Larkinson ever advanced to expert pilot, then it was very likely that he would turn into another political opponent!
"Okay, I've learned enough from you. You can return to your unit now."
Percival rigidly sat up, saluted Ves, and turned around.
As Ves watched the expert candidate go, he added some warning messages to Percival's private record.
To be honest, he didn't want Percival to become an expert pilot at all. However, he couldn't be too blatant in stifling the progress of an expert candidate. The Larkinson Clan was supposed to be an organization that prized fairness and equality. Ves couldn't arbitrarily suppress random Larkinsons just because he didn't agree with their views.
"Fortunately, I can still enact some measures."
As the most important mech designer of the Larkinson Clan, Ves was essentially able to dictate the mechs that his Larkinson mech pilots were supposed to pilot. This was a considerable power and one that he would always strive to keep.
Ves quickly composed another secret order that instructed Commander Casella to address Percival Larkinson's problematic views.
He did not add any additional instructions. Instead, he gave the new Sentinel Commander a lot of leeway in order to see how she addressed this issue.
"Consider this a test."
Ves couldn't babysit all of the expert candidates. It was up to their individual commanders to sort out the problem cases.
"I'm a mech designer, not a pilot designer."


After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy!

In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war!

Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings.

Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond!

His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm! However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation!

With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits.

This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last?

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Lucian's eyes surveyed the bedroom to ensure none but he and Tess were present before leaving the warmth of the sheets. Tess and Delia shared this room, but it seemed the latter had not returned last night, saving him the embarrassment.


Tess watched from the bed as he put on yesterday's clothes, her hands holding the rim of the blanket high.


Moving to the bedside, Lucian bent down to kiss her, smiling.


"I have to leave at noon so make sure you show for breakfast."


"I'll be there." She replied softly.


Securing his swordbelt at the waist, Lucian left the room and moved in the direction of his own dorm. He had to change clothes before leaving with the prince, and he had unpacked a few things since his recent return that would need collection.


When he entered, Theo's snoring echoed loudly in the room and Lucian decided not to wake him. Collecting everything that was his into the Knight's badge, Lucian changed into a set of fine, clean clothes, and then left the manor to find his way to the roof, where he sat.


Closing his eyes, he felt for the immense lifeforce within the surrounding sunlight. With every drop of Trueblood, Lucian's control over both lifeforce and deathfog became exponentially greater, and his body was capable of absorbing far more than it was just one drop prior.


And yet despite that fact, the sheer volume of lifeforce projected by the sun was such that he couldn't hope to cultivate all of it in even a one meter radius of himself, it was too vast and too constant a stream.


That did not mean he wouldn't try though, and as Lucian cultivated, the light around him grew brighter and distorted. As he was now, he could amass a new drop of Trueblood every few days, and soon that would become even faster.


He had no idea how long it would take to turn every condensed drop of blood in his body to Trueblood, but he did know that he couldn't wait that long. He would advance to the 4th stage before finishing the 3rd, and then cultivate them both simultaneously.


The end of the Lifeblood stage was marked by the inability to sustain any more lifeblood, but that did not mean you had to reach that point to enter the 4th stage.


The further along you were in the 3rd stage, the easier it would be to succeed at breaking through to the 4th, but an average cultivator would only amass about 80 drops of lifeblood, and his trueblood, after so many months of cultivation in the Heavensfall crater, had reached a total of 95 drops, every one of them far greater than a single lifeblood. The more he had, the faster they accumulated at an exponential rate. Great talents would reach their limit at around 120 drops, but even if trueblood was broken down to it's weaker sum of parts, one pale and one life, they would reach 190 drops.


Ceasing his absorption of life, the surroundings returned to normal, and Lucian took a deep breath. He had planned to wait until he reached a hundred drops before advancing, but he did not know what the future would entail, and he had a moment of peace right now, so he decided to skip the wait.


The fourth stage of the Grand Life Tome was called the Soulbody stage, and brought with it one of the most incredible changes Lucian had ever read about in his study of the many cultivation arts.


Ordinarily, the soul was nothing but a mass of spirituality and a unique signature. It was only when housed in the vessel of the mind that thought, will, and personality could be channeled from it. For this reason, animals with lesser minds could not channel deeper thought like a human.


But for cultivators, this was a great flaw, as the mind became a fragile weakness. If the brain were destroyed, the soul would be left as nothing but a unique mass of energy without will. To his knowledge, daoists got around this by fusing their soul with a core in the dantian, and then shattering it, allowing the birth of a Daoist Soul, capable of independent thought and action.


For augmenters it was different. The Grand Life Tome in particular would forge nine spiritual anchors to tether the soul to the material body. Then, to complete the 4th stage, the soul would be completely fused into the flesh, becoming one whole. The defense of the body and soul were one and the same. Physicality and Spirituality would become a single whole in every way. That meant too, that the regeneration of flesh was at the same time, the regeneration of soul, something ordinarily incredible if not impossible.


But to reach that, Lucian had to first form the nine anchors and bind his soul to his body.


With his eyes closed, Lucian directed his trueblood in generating an incredible amount of power that rushed to his head, the center of his mind, where it coalesced. He kept this stream open as he generated more power and sent it to his mind.


He imagined a series of images to help grasp the feeling of his soul, and the act of binding it to the body, as gradually, an invisible anchor formed in his mind. The anchor would take on any form, it changed per person, but for Lucian, that anchor was like the sun, it's incredible life giving properties nourishing his soul as its gravity pulled on it, locking the soul in place and tethering it to his head.


There was a constant tension as Lucian felt his body shaking. It was like trying to arm wrestle yourself. It was only when that tension abruptly vanished that Lucian's shoulders sagged and relaxed, his lungs filling with one large breath, before exhaling.


Opening his eyes, Lucian was met with an incredible amount of information. His senses had improved tremendously, and his mind moved at a faster pace. This was not the awakening of another attribute, he still had not awakened another after Reflex, his fifth physical attribute.


No, this was a sign that his spirituality had increased tremendously. He had succeeded in forming an anchor that served also as a bridge between spiritual and physical, allowing part of his cultivation to flood into the soul and nourish it.


A content smile spread on his face as Lucian considered his progress so far. Most of the Helpers in the estate were low-mid 4th stage cultivators. The power difference throughout the 4th stage was massive, as illustrated by the difference between Helpers, and Instructors who were mostly at the higher reaches of the 4th stage, but nevertheless, he too had reached that realm now; even if he was at its lowest rung.


Hopping down from the roof, Lucian made his way to the dining hall to enjoy his final breakfast in the estate and his final meal with friends, for a while at least.


When he entered, Theo was already seated, dressed in clean, expensive clothes acquired outside, no sign of his sloppy sleeping habits present. None of the others were here yet, and so Lucian received his food and sat across from Theo.


"Good morning."


"Morning Lulu."


Lucian's eye twitched, but he ignored it with a shake of the head.


"Do you know where Delia went last night?" He probed.


"You mean did she go back to her dorm at an inopportune time?" He asked with a straight face, excluding a cocked brow.


Not wanting to give his friend the satisfaction of an awkward response, Lucian intentionally schooled his face and replied seriously. "Exactly."


Theo froze for half a second before giving a single chuckle and waving his words away with knife in hand.


"Relax. When I left, she and Tyr were practically absorbed in their own world. I doubt she returned."


'It seems someone has become awfully comfortable with this.' Lucian still remembered that Theo, or Nine as he had been at the time, was quite awkward regarding matters of sex and romance when they were young.


He used to put unnecessary distance between he and Tess when the three of them slept in a room on missions or in a tent, and had become flustered at the mention of sex. Perhaps Nine had grown up a bit faster than the others, as Lucian had no thoughts on the matter when he was that young.


At that moment, Tyr entered the hall alone and sat next to Theo with a beaming face, speaking little until he finished devouring his food. The three long finished eating and became engrossed in conversation by the time Delia and Tess entered together, and then continued to talk as a group while the two women ate.


It seemed Tess had recovered quite a bit from last night as she spoke animatedly and cheerfully as usual, no longer dwelling on her separation from the group. Occasionally he caught her gaze flicking to him, and was caught a bit off guard when her quiet voice called from his side.


"You're staring."


Realizing she was right, he laughed and apologized as he joined the conversation between the others.


Like this, the morning passed happily until an hour and a half before noon, when Delia stood from her seat.


"Sorry guys, I have to go now."


At her words, every one of them stood with her, giving hugs and farewells.


"Goodbye Delia, do well out there and we'll see you soon."


"Good luck Lucian" She said before whispering in his ear "And don't worry about Tess, I'll keep an eye on her."


His eyes widened as he realized what she meant. Delia was heading to Toubia! She should not have told him that, but…


"Thank you" He said with a smile.


After Delia departed, the group started to walk the halls as they spoke, and soon, Theo too had to leave.


"Have fun little bro, I'll see you later." Lucian said with an embrace.


"I'm a year older than you Lulu, stop ignoring that."


Twenty minutes after Theo left, it was time for Lucian to go too.


He gave Tyrius a hug first, wishing him luck in the battles to come. He hoped to see this big brother of his often, but who knew what the future held in store.


When he turned to Tess, he hugged her tightly and spoke softly. "I think we've said everything there is to be said. Just be safe Tess, and we'll see each other soon."


"You too. Don't go chasing trouble, just do your duties and live."


"Me? Chase trouble?" He chuckled as he loosened his embrace. "Surely those are words meant for you, no?"


Tess shrugged pridefully. "I'll be fine either way, I just don't want to return to find my trophy all banged up."


Lucian laughed as he let go, and with one final look, he bid his farewell.


The cheerful feeling dimmed with every step he took, but Lucian did not let sadness take its place. Only determination and ambition were allowed to fill that void as he advanced towards the future, one step at a time.

Just three centuries ago, this world was like any other, magic and spirits considered fantasy, as steel and blood decided the era.

Yet ever since that day, the trans-formative 'Flux' has flooded the world, turning beasts to demons, the elements conscious, and the humans...

——

Follow the boy with no name from the village of Rehall as he is taken to an institute of the King to become a fierce and loyal soldier, all the while pioneering a new path of ascension.

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Vampires are nocturnal creatures. 

But that doesn't mean that the legends of them burning to ashes in sunlight are true. Yes, they do feel lethargic, sleepy, weaker in the day-time - just like a human would at night. That's all.

To encounter a vampire at night means only one thing: Trouble.

And to encounter a vampire noble at night means only one thing: More Trouble.

And to encounter vampire royalty means. Deep Trouble.

Trouble whether for you (if the vampire is stronger); or whether for it (if you're stronger)?

No - whether you kill it or it kills you, it will always be trouble for you.

Their Queen, the Eternal Night Mother, is vengeful...

And crazy.

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[23 August - 4:25 AM - Somewhere in the Swiss Alps]

Scattered around the area were mounds of corpses - orcs, trolls, goblins, ogres, wolves, drakes. Countless corpses; all fallen quietly - strangely, without the signs of a struggle.

And contrary to Albert's guess, Celica's party was not fighting against one adult dragon. They were faced off against two - one fully grown adult around 60m long and one adolescent half it's size, looking to be around level 14. 

And yet they still held the upper hand.

The dragons roared as they swooped around; sounding equally enraged and anxious.

Enraged because they were ambushed in their roost in a mountain cave during their sleep; not receiving any prior warning despite the countless cannon fodder meant to serve as an alarm.

Anxious because they could not escape.

The mild purple luminescence in the air, beautiful and fragile though it looked, was unbreakable to the mighty lords of the land.

(Damn it! Where did this trueblood come from?!?) Kreagor swore in her mind; then wheeled over in the air to cut off the black-haired maid's descending assault on her young dragon whelp.

She roared as she received another long cut in between her scales; the black-haired one had unerring accuracy despite having to change targets mid-flight - her brittle but incredibly sharp nails somehow could pierce the gaps between her dragon hide...

(Sh*t... What is going on?!?) The adult winter dragon released a burst of ice-breath again in retaliation; but once more the attack was intercepted by the green-haired lady.

Kreagor landed; crashing against the ground between the two maids; then lashed out with her tail. The great reptile slapped away the green-haired one despite knowing that she would just recover in a matter of seconds to harry her again. Then she turned to chomp down on the black-haired one - only to see that she had miraculously opened a distance of 100m in the blink of an eye.

And before the winter dragon could pursue the close-combatant; she heard a cry of pain and anguish. 

Lo and behold; a cone of grey fire lanced out from the red-haired woman's hands, shrouding the air-borne dragon whelp in flames; leaving holes in her already-blackened wings.

"Misharga!!! No!!" Kreagor roared in dragon tongue to her daughter as she began to plummet; roughly 800m away - a small distance for the colossal reptiles.

In a flash, Kreagor arrived in front of the young dragon; shield her from the erupting flames.

Why didn't she just charge down the flame user?

Because when she had tried earlier, the two other maids had rushed straight for the whelp; slashing and smashing open horrifying wounds on her neck and chest!

And now; despite knowing that she herself was bleeding profusely from cuts, burns and broken bones, she could not find a way to break out of the pincer-siege.

(These insects... Th-their synergy is so aggravating!) Kreagor cursed her fate; as the 3 maids regrouped in front of their leader; a miniscule silver-haired girl in black gothic clothing. Kreagor and Misharga panted heavily; their hot breath melting the snow that drifted down from the sky unhindered by purple barrier.

The black-haired maid wielded exceptionally sharp nails on the index fingers of either hand - likely having a soul-imprint of Sharpness. She knew that the slightest touch should break the 6-inch long nails; and yet could never land a solid impact due to the maid's inhuman control.

In contrast, the green-haired girl looked delicate and flimsy just like the other two; but she had vigourous vitality; not falling no matter how many times she was pummeled - and packing a heavy punch. (Strength? Or Vigour...?)

And lastly; the most powerful of the 3 - the red-haired one. Her flames were a polar opposite to the winter dragons; but knowing their own weakness, every winter dragon coated their hides with countless layers of flame-retarding spells.

Yet the third maid's flames would melt and singe their scales, wings or flesh the moment they landed... This was even despite her being comparatively weaker in combat power and inherent man...

(A higher concept...? Disintegration...? Ashes...?)

In the brief moment of respite, Kreagor assessed their opponents' capabilities. Only; the 4th of their adversaries had not yet made a move after she setup the purple barrier.

Kreagor settled her eyes on the tiny girl; eyes that were larger than the vampire princess was tall.

(With how strong the barrier is, it seems like that one is just hiding her power - playing with us. I fear that the moment she moves; it will be over... Lazo'lath, Azora, Shazream... Where are you...? Come quick; lest we perish!)

Kreagor shifted position; fortifying her feet for what could be the last 2, 3 rounds of futile struggle. Struggle, strive, claw and tooth - anything - all to buy but a moments more time for Misharga...

Or so she thought as she tried to shift position - for Kreagor could not move. Frozen stiff; like an ice sculpture; eyes locked on the girls enchanting, hypnotisingly purple eyes...

(No, no - NO--)

The dragon's pupils began to dilate.

Mentally she was thrashing around; but externally Kreagor began to turn calmly; eerily calm. As she screamed incessantly in her mind (RUN AWAY!!!); she heard a foreign voice emanate from her own throat, calling out a name: "Misharga honey~~..."

"D-daddy...?"

(RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

It was too late.

A deluge of tears fell from Kreagor's eyes as her own daughter lay at her feet; still alive and breathing - but her soul crushed from being torn apart by her own mother's jaws and talons.

"YOU MONSTERSSSSSSS!!!" She found that her voice had returned.

She also found that she was now right in front of the group of four; having charged over blindly.

"Tch... Blind from tears...? No more fun then... Oh well~! Silence that thing~!!" Kreagor gnashed her teeth in hate towards the abominable vampire who would speak cheerfully of another's suffering!

The frail but strikingly beautiful girl pointed a finger at the dragon; causing the sound and mana isolating purple light to converge in front of her finger.

Then the manifold compressed light fired at the dragon; leaving a round hole all the way from her forehead to exit at her tail.

The adult dragon, after having lived for over 200 years to grow to maturity...

Was fallen.

"Hoooh~! Bo-ring~!" The girl yawned.

Having settled their slightly difficult little clash with the dragons, all she had to now was to bait out the spying little rats from their hiding places...

(No matter... Hihihi~! It's just a matter of time before my tasty treat marches right into my fangs~...)

She smiled; looking at the scrumptious treat laid out before her - an evil light in her eyes as her lips parted to reveal her long, sharp canines.

"Little gi-irl~~!... Shall we, share a meal~~...?"

* * * * *

"Ma... Mama! No...!"

"Fear not, my ssssweetheart... Mistresssssss will... Care for you sssssssumptuously...."

Misharga's pupils turned vacant; changing from silver to purple as she was forced to revert to human form - a 5-year old girl with white-silver hair and covered in a white-silver dress.

"Tch. You're nowhere near as beautiful as me, admit it! *I* am the mooost beautiful~~~!" Celica sneered cruelly as she ground her heel on the little girl's already bloody and cut face.

The sobbing girl whimpered in pain; crying out -

"Mama...!!!!"

* * * * *

"Albert."

"Hmm?" He was shaken out of his thoughts; so focused was he on the battle in the distance.

"They're much stronger than us, right...?"

"Yes, completely and definitely so; so you should--"

For once, she acted and thought swiftly; cutting him off.

"Then... Please take care of Snowie."

If he could see her face, he would be horrified - her eyes had turned nearly red with fury; yet her face was ice-cold; jaw set in a woman's wrath - completely unlike her usual cheerful self.

Then she disappeared.

"Sam! No!"

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Licking her lips daintily and hesitating, as if unwilling to spoil the moment, the vampire princess pressed her palms together in thanksgiving to the Eternal Night Mother.

Then she recited the line she had been wanting to use:

"Itadakimasu~~~"

Then gasped.

"You--!"

She saw a girl in front of her; instantly appearing and piercing her range of detection. She had her knees slightly bent in a stable position; charging up a strike - one aimed at Celica's solar plexus.

Her eyes were red; her face cold.

"How did you--!!" Her voice changed; no longer sing-song, but rough from unease.

Her Trueblood Vampiric Charm wasn't working. Desperately gathered her scattered purple lumen; some of it still in a sound isolating field; some pinning the silver-haired dragon-girl down. It gather like a flood; layering countless times in front of her on top of her base mana reinforcement.

But it was too late.

"Goodbye."

The vampire princess disappeared in a mist of blood and flesh.

"NO!!!!" A cacophony of 3 female voices cried out in unison; joined by 1 male voice, slightly further away.

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After looting the only item, the loot window closed. 
Dro stood up and looked down at the corpse of the Vampire Bat, "I need five more pelts to complete the quest," he thought and turned his head to look around. He didn't have to look for long as just as he turned his head to the left, he saw the monster he was looking for. 
"I took a while to kill it," he thought and unsheathed his axe. He put it in front of his face and frowned as he thought, "I can't use Blood Slash with this axe… I need to get a sword or a spear… maybe the town has a weapon shop? … but even if it does, I don't have any gold to buy it with." He shook his head and focused on the Vampire Bat.
<Vampire Bat>
<HP: 50/50>
He walked in the five-yard range of the Vampire Bat and used a skill.
<Drain>
<-2.5, Vampire Bat>
<+36, Dro>
The bat screeched and it rushed towards Dro. He narrowed his eyes and with his axe rushed at the Vampire Bat.
…
<-2, Vampire Bat>
<Vampire Bat, Slain>
<+10 XP>
"Finally down!" he heaved a sigh of relief but then frowned as his eyes landed on the corpse. "The body is not glowing? There is no loot?" he mumbled slightly stunned and then he tried to touch the corpse but even as he did nothing happened – there was no loot window.
He narrowed his eyes and thought, "So it's not a 100% drop chance, typical…" He then scanned the area and upon finding the next Vampire Bat attacked.
…
He continued killing the Vampire Bats and by the time he gathered all the pelts and stopped, he had killed 8 more Vampire Bats and he was now only 10 experience points away from levelling up. He looked at the experience bar.
<90/100 XP>
"One more and I will Level Up!" he thought. He then looked around and in less than a single breath of time, he found the Vampire Bat that he had searched for.
<Vampire Bat>
<HP: 50/50>
Dro walked up to the bat and when he was five yards range away from it, used a skill by extending his hand at it.
<Drain>
<-2.5, Vampire Bat>
<+36, Dro>
…
After another long battle, a notification message flashed.
<Vampire Bat, Slain>
<+10 XP>
<Level Up>
<Level 1>
<You have been awarded 15 attribute points>
<You have 15 Unspent Attribute Points>
"I did it," he thought and smiled. He opened the menu and the character window.
<Name: Dro, Race: Vampire, Class: Trueblood, Level: 1, Title: Progenitor>
<Health: 360/360>
<Strength: 5 +, Dexterity: 5 +, Intellect: 1 +, Vitality: 7 +. Spirit: 1 +, Luck: 2 +, Armour: 2>
<Unspent Attribute Points 15>
<Skills>
<…>
"What should I increase now… Looking at the base stat distribution the three main stats are Vitality, Strength and Dexterity. I think I should focus on those three. Even if I don't have any skills that require Dexterity, I am sure that I will get them but since there are no skills like that yet, I should first focus on Strength, then on Vitality and lastly Dexterity."
Dro added the points by tapping the plus icons near the attributes. He added 8 points into Strength, 5 points into Vitality and the last 2 points into Dexterity.
<Name: Dro, Race: Vampire, Class: Trueblood, Level: 1, Title: Progenitor>
<Health: 510/510>
<Strength: 13, Dexterity: 7, Intellect: 1, Vitality: 12. Spirit: 1, Luck: 2, Armour: 2>
<Skills>
<…>
Dro nodded his head and closed the character window. He glanced at his experience bar, <0/120 XP> "The quest will reward me with 100 experience points, I can kill two more Vampire Bats and then go back," he thought.
Dro looked around and locked his eyes on the Vampire Bat. He walked out to the Vampire Bat and in the range of five yards used the skill, that he used to initiate every fight.
<Drain>
<-2.5, Vampire Bat>
<+36, Dro>
Because the skill did percentage damage based on the enemy's health, it did the same amount of damage, even when his attribute points have increased.
The bat receiving the attack screeched and rushed at Dro. He unsheathed his axe and approached the bat before striking it with a swing of the axe. The axe swing was no longer clumsy as when he used it for the first time. After swinging the axe for more than a hundred times, he got used to it.
<Unique Skill Created, Decimating Slash, Damages your target for 250% of Weapon Damage + 120% Strength, Critical Strike Damage is increased to 200%, Range: Melee, Cooldown: 40 seconds, 2H Axe or 2H Sword required> 
<Decimating Slash, Critical>
<-51, Vampire Bat>
<Vampire Bat, Slain>
<+10 XP>
"Huh? What did I just?" he mumbled and froze. His eyes trailed downwards before landing on the dead Vampire Bat, he blinked his eyes and tilted his head in confusion. A breath of time passed and he recovered from his shock. "Did I just create a skill? And did it just one hit the monster, I took so long to kill before?" he mumbled. 
"I need to check it," he thought and then he opened the character window from the menu.
<Name: Dro, Race: Vampire, Class: Trueblood, Level: 1, Title: Progenitor>
<Health: 510/510>
<Strength: 13, Dexterity: 7, Intellect: 1, Vitality: 12. Spirit: 1, Luck: 2, Armour: 2>
<Skills>
<Drain, Damage 5% of targets maximum health, Heals you for 10% of your maximum health, Range: 10 Yards, Cooldown 5 seconds>
<Blood Slash, Damage your target for of 150% Weapons Damage + 90% Strength, Range melee, Cooldown 30 seconds, Sword or Polearm required>
<Suck Blood, Damage 0, Cooldown: None, Range melee, usable only on target's neck, chance to turn the target into a minion, only usable at targets below 10% HP, Target must be a humanoid, cannot be used on a player>
<Sword specialization, increases the damage of Swords by 25%, increases Swords durability by 25%>
<Polearm specialization, increases the damage of Polearm by 25%, increases Polearm durability by 25%>
<Night's Child, Dexterity is increased by 5%, Movement Speed increased by 10%>
<Blood Tap, Usable if the target has wounds, forces the blood out of his wounds healing you for 5% your hp per wound, maximum healing cannot exceed 50% Cooldown 10 minutes>
<Blood Rage Passive, Critical strike damage increased by 50%, Critical strike chance increased by 10%>
<Blood Gate, Opens the gate which leads to true Progenitor's castle, Cast Time: 2 seconds>
<Blood Puddle, Caster is turned into a puddle of blood, while in the puddle the player is immune to all damage, enemies are slowed by 50% when moving over the puddle, Cast time: Instant, Cooldown 30 seconds, Cost: 5% Current health>
<Decimating Slash, Damages your target for 250% of Weapon Damage + 120% Strength, Critical Strike Damage is increased to 200%, Range: Melee, Cooldown: 40 seconds, 2H Axe or 2H Sword required> 
His eyes jumped to the very last skill and then he carefully read it. He blinked his eyes and smirked, "That's cool ... I can create my own skills!"

Recap:
"Ana..your mom was recently hospitalized.." as soon as the words left his mouth tear began to roll down her face "she was attacked by vaughn and his mistress.." the sad then became overwhelmed by anger, the once silver eyes that Ana held..became blood red..fangs began to grow and the claws of a werewolf began to grow on her nails

Ben realized this crucial information was making Ana turn sooner and before he knew it she broke the window and jumped out- 

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After what felt like hours of running, Ana found herself on Vaughn's property, she growled loud to make her presence known- guard after guard, lining up to protect their Coven Master

"Miss Ana? Is that you?" a special blonde haired guard asked, Andrew Trueblood - Samuel Trueblood's eldest son, the second in command

"Where is he Andrew?" she asked him, poison lacing her tone, her red eyes more vibrant than ever, "You know i can't tell you than Ana..even if you are my best frien-" "Don't give me that bullshit! You aren't my best friend for protecting the problem!" She spit back at him

Deadly growls filled the air, "You will not disobey my command!" she growled angrily 

The men gradually began to bow to the very angry tribrid hovering in front of them

"queen" "she is the chosen child" "all hail ana" 

they spoke in now hushed tones and brought her to Vaughn's office, the lied below the main floor of the home

"Ah Ana..is that you my dear?" Vaughn said sarcastically, a sadistic smile lying upon his face

Ana bared her sharp teeth towards the man, he got up from his seat "Now now, calm down..she isn't dead- yet.." Ana was becoming very irritable and wanted to go at his throat..

to be continued..

Amongst the most important people, being the daughter of a faerie queen, seemed to stand out amongst others, Ana King, was the rare tribrid daughter, to the skilled and scary faerie queen, Olivia King. And Daughter to a Powerful Hybrid Alpha who’s name isn’t spoken

Ana was the most powerful of the now tribrid was hybrid clan, well being one of the few hundred that remained alive, tribrid's were hunted to their close extinction, after almost various times Ana was kidnapped by "family" and "friends" she seemingly didn't really trust many people

Until the Day of the Were-Lycan Kingdom's royal gathering, Ana and Bennett attend the royal ceremony of the heir being brought to the throne. Alpha King Elias Harvey.

Chaos and Romance - what more could you ask for?! Find out what happens in "Alpha Harvey's Tribrid Mate"

"Mom! W-what ish happening to me? W-why are there sho many voices in my head? I-It hurts mom, tell them to sh-shtop!"
The little boy cried out at the changes taking place in his small body. His fists clutched his mother's dress, trying to lessen the pressure on his head. His mother gazed at her husband with tears in her eyes, received a comforting nod,
"Baby bear, we need to t-tell you something." The boy looked at his parents with curiosity in his doe eyes. He was far more mature and smart than the boys of his age. His small hands rested on his mother's hand, assuring her that he was fine.
The mother's tears streamed out, even more, seeing her child being so grown up just at the age of 4.
"M-mom, I am fine. What ish thish all about?" His slurry pronunciation just showed how innocent he was yet they had to tell him about his real self.
His mother threaded her fingers through his beautiful hair, stroking them like the little cub he was,
"You are a werewolf." 
There, she said it, without any fear, without beating around the bush. They didn't expect their baby to know what a werewolf was,
"Whatsh a werewolfie mommy?" The little nickname brought warm smiles to his parents' faces.
The whole day went by, the little boy sitting on his father's lap, his mom explaining to him about all the werewolf basic knowledge, the history, their pack rules, their ranks, their mates, everything. By the end of the day, the little had a fair idea of how in the morning he was a human and how the tables turned just on the night. His father butted in the conversation, talking about his main business as an Alpha and …..
"Whatsh a mafia, papa?" His father smiled at his small curious bear,
"Luka! When you will grow up a little bit more, I will tell you all about the mafia and the Wolf pack business. Now get up and let's sleep, yeah? I think it's quite enough for today." He picked the little solemn boy and got him to their room to sleep.
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10-year-old Luka walked with a deadpan look to his father's study room. He couldn't wait anymore to know more about his family. His father, Sung-Ho Jonathan, was covered by the heaps of files and paperwork on his table. A rigid knock snapped him out of his concentration, his frowning ceased as he saw the 10-year-old on the door.
"Oh, Luka! I assume you are here to learn more."  
It didn't surprise young Luka anymore that how his father knew already about his queries.
"Yes, father!"
Sung-Ho chuckled at the formal tone of his son,
"Quit that formal word; call me papa, like how you used to do."
His son grew up to be a very reserved person. Though he was only 10, everyone could see the image of a fine handsome gentleman in him.
"Father!"
 Sung-Ho rolled his eyes playfully at the ignorant son,
"Yeah, tell me what do you want to know?" He shifted himself to the nearby sofa, patting the seat beside him for Luka.
"Mafia and Alpha business!" 
A small laugh erupted from Sung-Ho,
"You are really eager to know son." His expression immediately fell to a impassive, serious business mode.
"I will start from the beginning. As you know, all the packs have pack leaders. Most of them are the Alphas and their heritage is taken over by their heirs. There are betas and they get mated to any of the ranks, alphas, betas, or omegas. 
 I am a Trueblood Alpha. Your grandparents were both Alphas. Your mother is a Trueblood Omega. It's really rare for two Truebloods to be mates of each other. The pups born from Trueblood parents are called Supreme Alphas. You, my boy, are one of them. There's a rare chance for humans to be born in a wolf household, they still possess high senses but overall they are human. They are known as Quasi Wolfs. Your brother is a Quasi Wolf. He is neither an alpha, beta nor omega. He is just like any other human with their personalities amending their actual ranks." Sung-Ho had his finger on his chin, thinking about more stuffs to share them with his boy. He looked at the resolute expression on Luka's face and he couldnt be anymore proud of his son.
"Silver is poison for normal Alphas, though they heal quicker than others but not for us Trueblood.They slower our healing process a tad bit. However, wolfsbane, another poison is a deadly venom for everyone except...…except you Supreme Alphas and Omegas."
Throughout the conversation, Luka had his face straight, no emotions. Grasping onto every important point that he knew would come in handy in the future.
"What is the name of our mafia, Father?"
"Darkmoon." Luka was stunned for a few seconds.
'DARKMOON! That is the most fearsome mafia in the whole Southern peninsula!'
"P-papa, do you k-kill innoce-"
The 10-year-old, however tough he acted up, was still a 10 year old. He never imagined his own family killing people, being the most atrocious mafia among people.
Sung-Ho scooped closer to his son and pulled him in his arms. The mafia boss was reticent, cold person and had a ticking rage but om the inside, he was just fluff, soft family man.
"Son, we don't kill innocent people. We kill those who oppress the weak, who think they can just have fun with the omegas. We need to protect omegas as well as humans. We spread fear among these people so that they stop their filthy work." 
He cupped his son's face, looking at him with so much adoration,
"Promise me one thing, Luka. Protect the omegas and humans." 
Luka looked up to his father, a small smile spread on his face. 
"Yes, Father." 
'And he is back to the formalities! This little kid!'
 Sung-Ho ruffled Luka's hair and went back to his table.
The 10-year-old was sure of one thing; he wouldn't take part in the Mafia unless it was necessary.

Love without depth and obstacles is just like medicine without any effect.

They say love after a flash marriage is always beautiful but will love bloom between two such personas who dont quite like each other? When things go right, a series of unexpected event takes place. Will they make through these obstacles together or by ... themselves?


A pair of black wings tore out of Alexander's back. His faces began to grow black hair and his bones broke and became hollow as they reformed. 

His ears grew wider and his nose sunk into his face and transformed. His fine, aristocratic clothes tore apart as his body became more grotesque and large.

A Fifteen foot tall bat with fangs the size of a three year old's arms stood before Valerian. Marie, who sat in the stands had her jaw drop. This was an ancient skill, [Great bat transformation].

'Has this skill always been in my family?!' She wondered. Ancient skills were thought to be lost but she was not stupid enough to think that there were not a few tucked away among some old Families. Her own Family had a few but what surprised her was the [Great bat transformation.She did not know about that one. How many secrets was she unaware of?'

"A Pureblood using a Trueblood skill?" Valerian pondered. "The power is great than one of a young Trueblood but you are a true aristocrat. Is it that you do not know any Pureblood transformations?"

The question was asked in earnest but seeing Valeria critic one of his trump cards so harshly Alexander could not help but feel inadequate and irritated.

He raised his wings and brought them down thereby successfully launching himself toward Valerian.

BOOM!!!!

The sonic boom that resounded from the sudden speed and power of flight hurt Valerian's powerful ears. He hunched over in shock but when he rose from the surprising effect he was nearly face to face with a massive bat that was ready to bite down on him.

With a look of annoyance on his face, and with great speed, Valerian raised his left arm, while his other arm clung to one of his ears that was still ringing. He placed his free hand on the face of the incoming bat and uttered one word.

"Fool."

He then grasped the fur of the gigantic beast and threw it, head first, into the wall of the arena. The action was so quick and fluid that even Alexander could not change the direction of his body and could only brace himself for impact.

BOOM!!!!

The crash was spectacular. It tossed dirt and stone into the are covering the area in a field of dust.

Alexander was furious.

'One hand?!' His mind roared. 'He negated my attack with ONE HAND?!'

This was somehow worse than being disrespected. It was as though he had been completely disregarded.

He was a pure blooded vampire d*mmit. He was a ruling class vampire! No matter what, he had power that even even surpassed the monarchs of the four allied vampire kingdoms and some of the vampire families.

Since ancient times, vampires had the ability to transform into specific animals. Their most proficient transformations were bat like. They could turn into a small bat for travel which only took a portion of mana to change into and change back as well as the massive bat that Alexander had transformed into was for combat but burned through mana to maintain the transformation.

The benefit of this grotesque transformation was the quadrupled strength and agility, the downside was that most modern vampires were unaware of this ability.

The second fault, which Alexander was experiencing, was the mental corrosion that occurred when a vampire used the skill while forgetting to fortify their mind.

Vampires were such grand shapeshifters that even their genes and instincts could take on the design and purposes of a bat but so could their mind if they failed to protect it hence Valerian calling Alexander a "Fool".

In Az'Talon, foolishness was looked down upon but forgiven if one educated themselves however incompetence was a cardinal sin. Alexander thought himself to be the one testing Valerian's identity but it was actually Valerian who was testing the usefulness of the descendants of his empire.

Alexander rose and looked at Valerian with animalistic rage but his mind was calculating his next moves.

"Good there is still some intelligence left in you. Shall I show you what that transformation's true abilities should look like?"

Without waiting for a response, Valerian began his transformation. He grew eighteen feet, black, glossy fur with a purple shine covered his body and a pair of hooked massive wings tore out of his back.

His face became gruesome, ugly and terrifying. He looked more like a cross between a humanoid and a bat. His ugliness did not hide his regal air. His back was straight. His wings extended, he jumped into the air and the sound of his wings, his body eclipsing the fake sun, dominated the entire arena.

Alexander looked on in awe. The shock to the part of his mind that held true intelligence helped chase away part of his mental corrosion.

He expected Valerian to speak but the vampire's golden eyes looked at him with disdain and pity.

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Marie felt helpless looking at Lord Valerian's transformation. It had to be a joke. Marie was not weak in the modern world but seeing Valerian completely dominate her family's backer and patriarch, she could not help but want to laugh at the madness of it all.

'This is the power of the Ancients?' Her thoughts were wild. 'It is so vulgar, so taboo and so domineering.'

While in her thoughts, the ancient vampire turned his gaze toward her. In her mind everything turned black. In this black void, it was just her, Valerian and the sound of his beating wings.

The image distorted and suddenly Valerian was gone. Marie and her patriarch looked around in confusion.

The menacing vampire appeared beside Alexander without even raising a single grain of dust. His oppressive presence made Alexander's body instinctively turn rigid. He barely managed to turn his head to face the massive being when one of Valerian's wings shot out and slapped half Alexander's body.

Alexander was tossed back with absolute prejudice. He crashed into the arena again. As he was raising he looked where Valerian was but the moment their eyes locked, Valerian disappeared again.

The Archduke felt the impending threat and tried to fly up into the sky but before he could launch into the sky, Valerian appeared in front of him. Valerian reached out with his clawed hand, wrapping it around Alexander's face and disappearing with him again.

Valerian appeared high above the arena. Alexander's body struggling, his wings beating violently trying to break away from Valerian's grip and claw at him.

"Wrap your wings around yourself."

Valerian spoke completely indifferent to the situation but his eyes were glowing red. 

Alexander had been [Compelled] but how could that work without Valerian looking into Alexander's eyes? 

It was as simple as using his voice and lacing it with powerful intentions.

The demon-like Val looked around indifferently, his wings flapping calmly. He extended his other hand, grabbed one of Alexander's wings, let go of his face then with no remorse, with no regret or afterthought, Valerian threw his opponent like a d*mned baseball right into the ground.

Marie stood up and held the arena ring, worried out of her mind. She watched as her family's most respected living ancestor try to control his decent but Valerian's act of using Alexander's wing to cast him down made the fall too difficult to control. His wing had been wounded.

As he was about to hit the ground, he wrapped his wings around himself and braced himself. At this point, Alexander looked like a cocooned caterpillar.

"He only wanted to know if you were who you really said you were. This was too d*mn excessive!" Marie screamed as Alexander hit the arena floor, shattered it and sent a dust cloud into the air.

Valerian looked at Marie. His gaze, even in this grotesque form was chilling. He turned his eyes into the dust cloud.

"To test me is the fault of the foolish. I am your Founder. If I must reintroduce myself, I shall. I am the First Lord Valerian Erebus Jata. It is a pleasure to meet you,"

Valerian tucked his wing inward and dived. He pulled back and arm, broke the sound barrier, entered the dust cloud, the sound of his fist connecting was the last thing Marie heard before the world distorted and disappeared.

"I am Valerian Erebus Jata and I am the progenitor of all Demons. The First vampire or Origin, if that suits more to your taste. But, believe it or not, in another life I was a human. 

Yes, human.  Sometimes that life feels like a distant dream now. In numerous eons that have made up my life, you are only one of the two beings that I have told this. You should feel honoured. 

There are very few things that I have not seen. 

No joy I have not felt. 

Very few pains I have not experienced or inflicted and even fewer atrocities that I have not committed. I have ruled over a few empires that spanned continents and destroyed many more than you can imagine. 

Why? The answer is unfairly simple. After so much time, one's sense of ethics and morality slowly gets eroded and a sense of arrogance and self importance begins to seep into your very soul. 

Yet after a lot more time, you begin to have regrets. See different paths but by then, you have already created oceans of steaming blood and mountains of fresh corpses.

I fear no one's vengeance. Most who dared go against me have already met their Maker and their Maker dares not step up to harass me. I need pay no penance. What I did was for my survival and the survival of those I care for. 

All I want is a peaceful immortal life but there are pests like you that come out of the wood work and cause me to fall back on old habits. 

I really enjoyed this chat but I have a dinner with my children and they hate it when their Father is late. 

You, swine, thankfully,  are not on the menu. My palette is quite sensitive so you must die now, like the little pig you are."

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The term 'pure-blood' refers to a family or individual without Muggle (non-magic) blood. The concept is generally associated with Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, whose aversion to teaching anybody of Muggle parentage eventually led to a breach with his three fellow founders, and his resignation from the school.
WHERE THE TERM 'PURE-BLOOD' ORIGINATED FROM

Pure-blood is the term for wizarding families who claim to have no Muggles or Muggle-borns in their family tree; however, when traced back far enough, nearly every family tree had some non-magical ancestors. Most wizards and witches consider an individual to be a pure-blood if his or her parents and grandparents were not Muggles or Muggle-born.

By 1995, the number of pure-blood families were declining. Most pure-blood families were related by then in an effort, by some, to retain their status by marrying only other pure-blood families, but it had eventually led to inbreeding. While some families, such as the Malfoys, had allowed for marrying half-bloods, others such as the Gaunts, Lestranges, and Blacks, required their family to only marry pure-blood individuals, or those with no Muggle or Muggle-born ancestors. This refusal of marrying Muggles or Muggle-borns had led to difficulty in propagating their families.

Overview

The pure-blood families are all interrelated. If you're only going to let your sons and daughters marry pure-bloods, your choice is very limited; there are hardly any of us left.
SIRIUS BLACK'S OVERVIEW OF BLOOD PURITY

Pure-blood individuals are people who have no Muggles or Muggle-borns as parents or grandparents. Traditionalist pure-bloods like to keep the generations "pure" by breeding with other pure-bloods and are generally the ones who use the term 'Mudblood', a term considered derogatory by the wizarding world. Families of pure-blood status often avoid marrying their heirs off to Muggle-Borns and Half-Bloods, believing that the next generation could lose their capability to perform magic. Mudblood means Muggle-born, suggesting they have dirty blood and thus have no right to be a witch/wizard. Pure-bloods who do not share these prejudices are considered "blood traitors" by the ones that do.
In the 1930s, a wizard, commonly believed to be Cantankerus Nott, wrote the Pure-Blood Directory featuring twenty-eight families he believed to be truly pure-blooded, though many objected to this designation.

Maintaining "purity

So-called pure-blood families maintain their alleged purity by disowning, banishing, or lying about Muggles or Muggle-borns on their family trees. Then they attempt to foist their hypocrisy upon the rest of us by asking us to ban works dealing with the truths they deny. There is not a witch or wizard in existence whose blood has not mingled with that of Muggles...
PURE-BLOOD WIZARDS ARE NOT SO PURE

Some pure-blood families can trace their pure-blood status through many generations of magical ancestors and deny ever having any Muggles within the family, such as the House of Black, the motto of which is "Toujours pur", meaning "Always (or Still) Pure". However, the truth is that if they ever did exist in the past, true pure-blood wizards and witches do not exist today. They merely erase Squibs, Muggle-borns, and Muggles from their family trees.

Half-bloods who consider blood purity very important also hide their Muggle ancestry, clinging to the magical heritage they do have. Many Death Eaters are believed to have done this, and their leader himself took on the name Lord Voldemort out of a desire to not keep the name of his "filthy Muggle father". It is likely that Voldemort told his followers he was a pure-blood, or that most of the Death Eaters knew better than to question Riddle's blood status, given the reaction of Bellatrix Lestrange to Harry's "accusation" that he was in fact a half-blood.

Many pure-blood families, such as the Blacks and Gaunts, practise marrying cousins in order to maintain their pure-blood status, and disown any members who marry someone who is not a pure-blood. This practice has been known to cause problems as families often become inbred because of this; for example, the Gaunts showed signs of violent tendencies, mental instability, and being enfeebled. The number of pure-bloods has diminished over time because of said inbreeding.

Due to their affiliation to Slytherin and Lord Voldemort, many wizards and witches may be considered pure-bloods. Others have openly express their prejudice toward Half-bloods and Muggle-borns, which is another reason to believe they are pure-blood supremacist. Some even become Death Eaters.

Behind the scenes

On J. K. Rowling's draft list of students in Harry Potter's class, the following students were mentioned as pure-bloods:
Lavender Brown
Stephen Cornfoot
Isobel MacDougal (Possibly a precursor to Morag McDougal)
Morag MacDougal
Coincidentally, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley are all the three types of wizards; Harry being a half-blood, Hermione being Muggle-born, and Ron being a pure-blood.

Many characters mention throughout the series that blood purity doesn't matter, often using Hermione Granger in comparison to Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom as an example. Ron had long struggled with living in the shadows of how much better students his older brothers were, and often would not try if he felt the situation was out of his control. or too difficult, preferring to goof off or play with Chocolate Frog cards (though he did ultimately emerge as a capable student and wizard in his own right). Similarly, despite Neville's pure-blood heritage, he was not initially an extremely talented wizard and also suffered from a lack of confidence, two things which made him a target for ridicule and difficulty, particularly from Professor Snape (but like Ron in his later life he better grasped his full potential). However, Hermione, by contrast, is a supremely gifted witch despite her Muggle-born status and, unlike Ron and Neville, performed very well right from the beginning.

Likewise, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were both often thuggishly stupid and gave poor academic performances in spite of their Pure-Blood status, and Harry's mother Lily was one of her teachers', Horace Slughorn's, all-time favourite students, performing exceptionally well in his and other classes.

The Harry Potter Glossary at Scholastic's official website lists the term "Trueblood" as "Someone born to pure magical parents." This term, however, is not known to have appeared in any official Harry Potter media. The nuance with "pureblood" may be that while the child of a half-blood and a pureblood counts as a pureblood, a trueblood can only be the child of two purebloods. That is however unconfirmed.

The concept of pure-blood is also similar to the real-life situation of nearly all European royal families being related, especially the British and (now extinct) German monarchies. Royals were only allowed to marry another member of the aristocracy, so most of the families were interrelated through marriage. Similarly, the issue of in-breeding is something that ravaged many real life European royal lines.

Likewise, the concept of blood purity, and how if one goes back far enough it is clear there is no such thing, is strongly analogous to real life racial purity attitudes such as those held by White Supremacists and the Nazis (the latter of whom J.K. Rowling explicitly compared to the Death Eaters, as seen below), but also how it is theorised all human being's ancestry can be traced back to Africa (and specifically Ethiopia), thus precluding the idea that "wholly white" lineages could have ever existed.

Author's comments

On the subject of blood purity, J. K. Rowling has said the following:

The expressions 'pure-blood', 'half-blood', and 'Muggle-born' have been coined by people to whom these distinctions matter, and express their originators' prejudice. As far as somebody like Lucius Malfoy is concerned, for instance, a Muggle-born is as 'bad' as a Muggle. Therefore Harry would be considered only 'half' wizard, because of his maternal grandparents. If you think this is far-fetched, look at some of the real charts the Nazis used to show what constituted 'Aryan' or 'Jewish' blood...the Nazis used precisely the same warped logic as the Death Eaters. A single Jewish grandparent 'polluted' the blood, according to their propaganda.

This statement indicates that all of a wizard or witch's grandparents must have magical heritage — i.e. that he or she cannot have a single Muggle or Muggle-born grandparent — in order for him or her to be considered pure-blood. The detailed and lengthy family trees maintained by pure-blood families such as the House of Black maintained a record of all the pure-bloods born and married into the family (as well documenting those who were blasted off to maintain the family's sense of purity).

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Taehyung's eyes opened as he was still quite drowsy, he gradually sat up and contemplated at meaninglessly nothing. Examining his surroundings afterwards, he wondered where he exactly was - not remembering much of what happened.

Things that roamed around his head were where the said male he had met recently were at and where his friends were. He slowly gradually lifted the duvet away from him and got out of the homely bed he was on. 

Exiting the current room, he wandered around the seemed to be gargantuan house he was presently in. He heard faint voices and decided to follow it by his hearing, the voice becoming more audible every time he got closer. 

"I don't understand how it's possible that he's your mate," Taehyung could tell the voice came from Jin, he watched and listened closely from the aperture of the door. Upon his view were 4 unknown males and the cousins, conversing over a certain topic that he had a feeling that he was involved within.

With crossed arms, a rose gold haired male who Taehyung suddenly remembered from earlier, confabulated, "Believe me, we don't know either how it may be. Throughout my entire life, I've never managed to encounter a pair of mates who weren't full werewolves - Keep in mind I've lived for a prolonged time." Jin chuckling at the last thing the rose gold haired, Namjoon, said.

Intrigued in the conversation, he didn't notice the being behind him, "Well our apologies for intruding your territory - we'd also like to thank you for letting us stay here." Mei thanked them gratefully as she bowed respectfully.

Taehyung turned around as he felt as if someone was watching him, he came upon the sight of the raven haired male from previously. Before even managing to utter anything, Jungkook placed his hand around his mouth resulting in him to be unable to speak and used his power of speed to swiftly go to a different area.

As they arrived in their destination incredibly fast due to his power, the half witch was quite unsteady as he wasn't used to it. Staggered, Jungkook clasped onto his waist - making sure that Taehyung wouldn't fall.

Taehyung stared at the raven haired male longingly, waiting for him to talk. Startled, the captivating male concurrently caught Taehung's eye gaze, "You're ethereal."

His brown caliginous eyes widened from his deep low voice, startling him, Taehyung turned crimson as he didn't expect the straight forwardness from the certain male, clearing his throat he shied, "uh thank you-?" 

The air filled with awkwardness as neither one of them knew exactly what to say, Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off of the striking male, his free hand lifted onto Taehyungs face, caressing his smooth fair complexed cheek.

"What are you...?" The half human whispered in a small nearly inaudible voice, beguiled by the said male holding him, not wanting to free from his addicting touch.

Jungkook scrutinised every feature of his naive adorable mate, his grip tightened on Taehyung's waist simultaneously as he then diverted his look from Taehyung about a couple minutes later, "Something that's forbidden to even exist... a Trueblood yet also an Original."

Matt was sitting quietly on the bench outside the human's room. He was confused as hell. He expected his Alpha to be angry or worried or anything but not calm. It was like he didn't hear the news properly or it didn't register in his brain that a stranger was on the pack lands. A few years back, some werewolves from a neighboring pack stopped by our pack borders without the Alpha's permission. The Alpha was furious and increased the security on all borders. This is why his calm demeanor right now was so damn out of his character.

Matt had no idea what was going in his Alpha's head. He had been expecting some kind of yelling, instructions to Kira for the security of the pack and a fully fledged team to find the identity of the human. It was the standard procedure and the most likely action to be taken by the Alpha. Yet, the Alpha had done none of the above. Something about this human had struck his Alpha and he had no idea what it was. It has been 20 minutes since he went inside the human's room. What could he be doing in an unconscious person's room for so long? 

Then there was this human. He had been worrying over her since the moment he found her. He didn't want her to die. He had no idea why but every bit of him wanted to protect that girl at all costs. He secretly hoped that she would wake up soon and complete the shift and live forever. However, he didn't want to get hurt by getting his hopes crushed. So, he told his Alpha that he didn't think she would survive. He told the same thing to Theo too. However, something in his head kept screaming at him to not say that. He later realized that it was his wolf that kept scratching and screaming for thinking like that about her. I am going mad, he thought. Why would his wolf care for a human girl that he doesn't know? He tried to replay everything that has happened in the last 24 hours to see if something could give him a hint. The only thing that struck him as unusual besides the unconscious girl was her aura. He felt it and he could still feel it. The presence of his Alpha and the stranger combined produced a different kind of energy in the medical wing. He could feel it humming in the air, slowly cocooning him like a safety blanket. Usually, the presence of powerful beings other than the familiar ones created havoc and a sense of fear. He knew that the human was powerful; he gathered that much from her aura. But why did she feel so familiar? Why was he not at the end of his wits instead of sitting quietly like a damn statue? 

The only person who could answer his questions was his Alpha. He glanced sideways when he heard the sound of opening of the door. Alpha Azraiel was leaving the human's room.

"Matt, meet me at the office in an hour. Appoint two best of our warriors to guard her room." Alpha said calmly. 

Matt just bowed his head and left the medical wing. He started walking towards the pack house slowly. He couldn't spot any change in his Alpha apart from his unusual calmness. One more hour, he thought. One more hour and all his questions will be answered.

**********

Alpha Azraiel's brain has stopped working. He found his mate. He was a trueblood. The rarest of his kind. The truebloods were not born but made. It was a special status given to someone who had fulfilled all the conditions required to be a trueblood. It took years of dedication and deadly experiences to achieve the status of a trueblood. There were only three truebloods alive in the entire world. Their powers were considered beyond the imagination of a simple mind. They were not only stronger, faster and sharper than normal werewolves but they also had divine powers at their disposal. Every trueblood had a set of powers that used the five elements of nature and made them much more powerful than others. It was said that the Moon goddess didn't bless them with mates to keep a balance of power in the werewolf world. Other werewolves were not strong enough to mate with a trueblood and although a trueblood was not born by blood, an offspring of a trueblood was still likely to be much stronger than the other wolves. A trueblood's mate has never been heard of. The other two truebloods alive were also mateless. 

Before these three were blessed as truebloods, there was only one true blood. The Alpha of the Black Onyx pack. He was said to be ruthless and dangerous. He slaughtered thousands of werewolves and humans with his divine powers for his amusement. Stories are that he was unable to cope up with the strength of trueblood powers and lost his mind. The Moon goddess, angry with his behavior decided to revoke his trueblood status. No one has seen him after that. Some say he is dead, some say he found a mate and lives on the other side of the world as a human. No one knows the truth. 

The biggest problem in front of Azraiel was the protection of his mate. She was bitten. He didn't know if she could complete the shift or not. Even if she completed the shift and turned into a werewolf, there would always be a concern about her safety. The mate of a trueblood was never heard of. She would become a weapon for his enemies to hurt him and his pack. Other Alphas would never want him to produce an offspring in fears of his powers. 

Azraiel wanted his mate. The Moon goddess knew how much he wanted her. Every werewolf was supposed to find a mate after his or her 18th birthday. Azraiel received the status of trueblood when he was 19. He is 26 now. All these years he has ruled as an Alpha but a part of him was always missing. His heart would clench painfully whenever he would see couples living happily. He was the protector and savior of the Blue Orchid Pack; their father, their Alpha. He was there to protect everyone and take care of them. He wanted that too. He wanted someone to take care of him like he took care of others. He wanted someone who would give him all his attention and be his for the eternity. He longed for the hugs and kisses filled with love from someone. He too wanted love. The thought of a being made especially for you, only for you left a feeling of longing in his heart.

Now that he has found what he has wished for so long, she was bitten. A human has never been able to turn into a werewolf. The chances of his mate being alive were almost zero. It tore at his heart to see her like that. She looked so fragile and weak but her aura told a complete different story. The aura he felt in her room was nothing like he has felt before. That aura gave him a hope; a hope that she could complete the shift and live. He was ready to cling to that hope till his last breath. 

**********

"Anna! Anna sweetheart, are you there!?" Joseph had finally returned to his home, pounding on the door to his house like a madman. However, to his surprise, A black-cloaked figure answered the door. They took their hood off, revealing that it was... Danny Green? But they didn't look the same, their eyes looked soulless and a lot like Death's. Joseph took a step back, worried about his nephew.

"D-Danny? Is that y-" But he was cut off by a sinister laugh coming from the boy, oh how that laugh reminded him of his captor. It was unnatural in every way.

"Why, hello there, puppet~ happy to see me again?" He stumbled backward, in shock and fear. His entire being shook with terror.

"B-But...HOW!? I KILLED Y-" But once again, he was cut off. Danny's possessed form put a hand over his mouth and held his fingers to his lips.

"Shhhh, Joseph. you don't want to wake Anna now, do you?  Hehe, let us go somewhere where no one can interfere. Shall we?" Danny snapped his fingers and Joseph's vision wavered.  When everything was clear again, they were in a dark, damp place. Just barely any light lit up the place. Danny slowly let his hand drop to his side, allowing Joseph to speak.

"Where are we? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME AND MY FAMILY!?" Joseph roared with unbelievable rage and confusion.

"We are back where this all started, the capture room, this is where I held you until I thought you would wake up. As for what I want... I want you and only you. If you wouldn't have killed my old body, Danny here wouldn't have had to suffer." 

"Why me? What makes me so special?"

"Isn't that obvious, puppet? You are the last bloodline true of Deaths. Yes, I know that dear Anna is adopted~"

"And the games, those innocent people that you killed?"

"That was all to appease a God.... MY GOD! LORD PHAK IS ALL THERE IS IN THIS WORLD!!"

You have lost your cotton-picking mind. "So why aren't I dead? Don't you want revenge?"

"Didn't you hear me?" Danny was forced to giggle evilly, "You are the last young Death there is. Danny here, he's not a Trueblood." Death suddenly made Danny draw a pocket knife from his pocket. He slid the blade along his arm, drawing blood. Joseph shook with rage and worry for his nephew.

"Now, what color is your blood?"

"Wh-what do you mean? My blood has always been the same color." 

"LIER! I'll ask again, fail to answer truthfully and I'll draw more blood from this body. I wonder how much pain little Danny can take~"

"...black... my blood is black." Joseph hung his head low, he was giving in to the madness.

"Good puppet~ For that I will tell you my true name." Joseph tilted his head in interest.

"My name, it was originally Nic. That was my name before the lord of Death showed me what I was meant to do. What YOU are meant to do. Serve him!"

"I understand."

"Good~ now follow me~" Joseph followed the possessed boy to a hidden room, that was in the wall. Inside the room was a massive boney beast.

(Phak: https://wallpaperplay.com/walls/full/a/6/6/135104.jpg)

He gasped in wonder and felt the compelling urge to kneel to this beast. So he did, along with Death.

"My lord, I have brought the boy. He is ready."

"W̸e̵l̸l̶ ̴d̶o̴n̴e̸ ̴n̷i̶c̷,̸ ̷y̵o̵u̷ ̵h̴a̴v̷e̴ ̶s̶e̶r̶v̸e̷d̴ ̶m̵e̶ ̵w̶e̶l̸l̷,̵ ̶n̷o̵w̷ ̸l̶e̷a̷v̸e̴ ̷u̶s̸." Death nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"̵B̸o̴y̷,̶ ̸y̴o̴u̶ ̶a̴r̷e̸ ̶t̶h̷e̴ ̷o̶n̶e̴ ̸t̴h̴a̷t̷ ̵w̶i̵l̶l̸ ̸f̸r̴e̷e̴ ̶m̵e̸.̸ ̷L̵e̸t̵ ̵m̴e̸ ̷i̷n̸t̷o̷ ̵y̸o̴u̵r̷ ̸s̵o̷u̵l̴,̸ ̸a̸n̶d̵ ̶t̴o̷g̸e̷t̷h̸e̴r̸ ̵w̵e̶ ̶w̵i̴l̸l̸ ̴p̵u̴r̸g̸e̸ ̷t̷h̸i̶s̵ ̷l̴a̴n̷d̴!̵" he felt compelled to nod but did so hesitantly. Phak smiled slightly and crumpled to the ground as a light shot into Joseph. He was suddenly filled with a burning sensation, that was at the same time colder than ice. Then... it stopped. Joseph smiled and exited the room.

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