Novel Full 377 The Vampire Progenitor
—–
(Some hours ago…)
Sitting over a black chair, a pale-white man with bright red eyes and short silvery-white hair seemed to be meditating. His eyes were actually closed, even though, the gleam they emanated resembled an aura of blood energy coming out of his shut eyes. In a second, his eyes opened, however, as they unleashed a flash of red light across his room.
A servant entered the room without any noise, mixing with the shadows themselves, a figure covered in robes kneeled before him, as he was the “Lord” of the Vampires, the Progenitor himself.
“Milord, the squad led by Lady Agatha has…!”
“I know. The lost, right? They’re all dead. I am well aware.”
“Ah…!”
The moment that Agatha died, he had felt it. After all, unlike the hundreds of Subordinate Vampires, Pure Blood Vampire such as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were very connected to the Progenitor through the power of Bloodlines. While Vampire Subordinates had a very weak Bloodline Connection with the Progenitor due to their weakness and impurity as Vampires, Pure Blood Vampires had a strong Bloodline Connection with him thanks to their great power and the purity of their Bloodlines.
When Agatha almost perished, he also felt that. However, as she had yet to die, he imagined that his Plan B had begun. After all, he had given her a Demonite Heart Core that not only made her stronger, but also had the power to revive her and transform her into an abomination that could destroy the entire fiefdom that she went to ruin. Confident of his own creations, the Progenitor let Agatha destroy everything in her new Demonic Form.
…But things didn’t ended as he planned.
Ultimately, Agatha was somehow defeated. The Mercenaries that were employed by the Duchess Julia were the culprits behind Agatha’s death. Due to his [Bloodline Connection] Skill unique to Progenitor Vampires, the man was able to see through some of Agatha’s memories and even through her eyes, for a few seconds, as it was limited. And ultimately, he noticed it was them, as he had seen them before from the images sent to him through Illusion Magic Artifacts by the Vampires scouting the fiefdom of Affnaria.
However, there was something weird about the woman named “Mary”. He remembers having seen her before, in the incident that happened some time ago in another Fiefdom… It was about the ghost of Maria, the “Dark Witch” or the “Witch of Misfortune”, a woman shrouded in mystery who was attributed to the misfortune of people. She used to be born in nobility, but was stripped from her title as a noble, captured, and beheaded after being accused of cursing her hometown with bad luck.
Although her appearance had changed drastically and she looked almost like a completely different person, the powers she had, and that look in her face. And that information she got from Agatha about her being a “ghost”… It was more than clear she wasn’t simply a Necromancer named Mary, but the one and only ghost of this witch, who has been reported to have ruined his plans for a long time since her resurrection as a phantasmal undead.
“Milord?”
“Hmm… Call the other three Horsemen, we are making a meeting with them.”
“Yes milord.”
The Progenitor looked into a glowing sphere in front of him, emanating bright purple light.
“This woman is faking her identity… Just how strong has this ghost grown? Is it possible for a ghost to use magic that is capable of making them resemble a living person?” Even the Progenitor of the Vampires of this Family was shocked that an undead could evolve to the extent it was able to fake their own appearance into resembling a living being.
Even the strongest ghost he has ever fought resembled a phantasmal entity, it was completely impossible for him to imagine that beings that looked to be made out of pure phantom could somehow materialize their souls until turning completely physical, enough to easily trick people.
The only entities similar to her that he had ever met would be the Great Spirits, powerful elemental spirits that live in certain areas of the world. They are able to take humanoid and physical forms despite being completely made out of elemental essence.
“Could a Ghost… evolve into a Spirit?” He wondered. However, he quickly waved his head, thinking the idea was completely ridiculous and out of the ordinary. “No… She’s simply in another level of complexity altogether. And for a while now, I’ve felt a powerful Divine Protection in her. Is she blessed by a god… The Goddess of Death, perhaps? But why? Why would Hel bless a ghost? What are the gods planning?”
The Vampire Progenitor wondered and pondered this question while he looked over the map of the world, the most accurate map ever made. This magic artifact was once created by an ancient Summoned Hero of the Midgard Continent, and he traveled the entire world and mapped it.
In there, it showed several enormous continents, each one colored different to show their primary elements. The large continent in the middle of the other ones was Midgard, where the most quantity of humans dwelled. The continent had the shape of Northern Europe from Earth, interestingly enough.
Meanwhile, other continents such as Jotunheim, Niflheim, Alfheim, Svartalfheim, Muspelheim, and a Vanaheim surrounded the continent, some of them smaller than others, but each one respectably massive. Each of such continents had a “dominant race” as well, such as Ice Giants for Jotunheim, Fire Giants for Muspelheim, Elves for Alfheim, Dwarves for Svartalfheim, and Beast-kin for Vanaheim, while Niflheim also had Ice Giants, but not in bigger quantities.
“Seeing the world’s vastness, stressing over this little detail shouldn’t even be a thought that passes through my mind.” The Progenitor sighed. “This ghost… We’ll exterminate her alongside her little party. But for now, it would be better to leave Julia and her fiefdom alone. That place is of no use for me anymore.”
—–