Bloodbound Tyrant: The System Made Me Unstoppable-Chapter 36: The Blackmoor Confrontation

The clouds above Blackmoor twisted unnaturally, turning from gray to a deep, violet-black hue. The blood moon hung low, larger than ever before, bathing the land in a haunting red glow that turned rivers into veins and shadows into monsters. But tonight, the moon pulsed with an irregular rhythm, as if something vast and ancient was stirring in its depths.

Inside the highest spire of Lucien’s estate, the command chamber buzzed with unrest. Ancient artifacts lined the walls—relics from civilizations that had worshipped him as a god, now trembling with resonant energy as their master’s true nature awakened.

Seraphina, the Blood Witch, stood at the edge of a rune-etched balcony, her midnight cloak fluttering behind her. Her pupils had narrowed to slits—signs that her ancient lineage was awakening. The crimson tattoos across her throat began to glow, responding to something in the air that mortal senses couldn’t detect.

"She’s coming," Seraphina whispered, her voice carrying harmonics that made the glass windows vibrate.

Lira, still bandaged from the last battle, looked up from the glowing spell map in the center of the chamber. The magical construct showed the entire region, but now dark spots were spreading across it like an infection. "Lilith?"

"No..." Seraphina turned slowly, eyes flashing with primal terror, "The Lilith. The first vampire. The origin of all cursed bloodlines. My creator."

The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. Frost began forming on the windows, and the spell map flickered as if something was interfering with its connection to the ley lines.

Kallan slammed his fist on the table, sending tremors through the enchanted oak. "Why now? What triggered her?"

Lucien’s voice echoed from behind them, deeper than before, carrying undertones that seemed to come from everywhere at once. "I did."

All heads turned as he entered, now dressed in a new form-fitting black battle coat embroidered with crimson thorns. A silver crown rested behind his collar, just barely visible beneath his jet-black hair. His presence was different—heavier, colder, too vast for one body to contain. The air around him shimmered with barely contained power.

Seraphina stepped forward, her witch-sight allowing her to see the truth. "You’ve changed. The aura around you... it’s not human anymore. It’s not even vampire."

"I’m becoming what I always was," Lucien said quietly, his words carrying the weight of millennia. "The system didn’t create me. It caged me."

"Then why would Lilith awaken?" Lira asked, more cautiously, her scholar’s mind racing through the implications. "If she’s your... ancestor, wouldn’t she support you?"

Lucien’s eyes sharpened, and for a moment, something ancient looked out through them. "That depends on whether she sees me as an heir... or a threat."

> [System Update Detected]

> Override protocol failing... attempting to reintegrate host identity...

> New Path Chosen: BLOOD SOVEREIGN ASCENSION.

> Title Gained: Shadow King of Crimson Dawn.

> WARNING: Host consciousness expanding beyond system parameters.

> WARNING: Multiple timeline convergence detected.

> WARNING: Primordial awakening imminent.

Lucien ignored the message, his attention drawn to the magical screen. An approaching signal. No signature. No origin. But the very air seemed to recoil from it.

Seraphina spoke in a low, reverent tone. "That’s her."

The map began to pulse, its light growing brighter and more erratic. Then, one by one, the surveillance points across the region began going dark.

Suddenly, the estate’s wards shattered.

Every protective glyph, every blood-forged seal, every barrier that had taken centuries to construct—gone in an instant. The magical feedback was so intense that several of the monitoring crystals exploded, sending shards of enchanted quartz across the chamber.

Everyone in the room staggered as a powerful aura slammed through the spire like a tidal wave of ancient magic. The ground shook. Glass cracked. Fire torches went out. But worse than the physical impact was the psychological pressure—a presence so overwhelming that it threatened to crush their very sense of self.

Lucien moved first, vanishing from the chamber in a blur of shadow and crimson light.

—

Outside the Estate Gates

The air was deathly still. Even the insects had fled. The very stones seemed to hold their breath.

Then she stepped forward.

Lilith.

Tall. Regal. Terrifying.

Her skin was pale gold, flawless, marked only by crimson tattoos across her collarbone that seemed to move and shift when observed directly. Her long black hair flowed behind her like liquid night, defying gravity and wind alike. She wore a dress stitched from bloodthread and shadows that clung to her curves like a lover’s embrace. Eyes of solid crimson bore into the soul, ancient beyond measure, holding the weight of ten thousand years of darkness.

But it was her smile that was most terrifying—knowing, cruel, and impossibly beautiful.

Lucien appeared twenty paces from her, his form solidifying from shadow. The ground beneath his feet cracked from the force of his materialization.

Their eyes locked.

Neither spoke.

The silence stretched between them like a blade.

Behind him, Kallan and Seraphina appeared, weapons drawn. But Lilith didn’t even glance at them. To her, they were less than insects.

Lucien was all she saw.

"My child," she finally whispered. Her voice was soft, warm, but beneath it, something ancient stirred—the sound of civilizations crumbling, of stars dying, of the first darkness that existed before light.

"I’m not your child," Lucien replied, his voice steady despite the crushing pressure of her presence.

She smiled, and the expression was both beautiful and terrible. "Not anymore."

He stepped forward, shadows writhing around his feet. "Why are you here?"

"To see if you’re worthy of what you’re becoming," Lilith said, her head tilting like a predator sizing up prey. "And to test if you are mine... or theirs."

Lucien felt it then—a cold pressure pressing into his mind. Not subtle, not gentle. A mental assault that would have turned a mortal brain to ash.

She was trying to dominate him.

His knees nearly buckled, but he growled and pushed back with his own power. The clash of their auras sent shockwaves through the air.

"You think I’ll kneel to you?" he said through clenched teeth.

"No," Lilith whispered, stepping closer with fluid grace. "I think... you’ll make me kneel."

The world rippled.

Every vampire across the region dropped to their knees instantly. From the great houses to the scattered covens, from the ancient lords to the newest fledglings—all fell before the presence of their ultimate progenitor.

Even Seraphina gasped, her legs giving out. Kallan trembled, struggling to stay upright, his werewolf blood offering only minor resistance.

But Lucien stood tall.

A single drop of blood trickled from his eye, but he didn’t fall.

> [System Override Rejected.]

> Host has attained Sovereign Resistance.

> Bloodline Authority: PRIMORDIAL LEVEL

> Recognition: FIRST DARKNESS ACKNOWLEDGED

Lilith tilted her head, amused. "So it’s true. The Luxius soul has returned."

Lucien’s voice dropped to a whisper that somehow carried more weight than a shout. "I remember now. You were there—when I first became a god."

Lilith’s smile vanished, replaced by something far more dangerous. "And you were arrogant then, too."

She lunged.

They collided in a burst of black and red lightning, shaking the sky. Power slammed into power, their blows warping the very air. Lilith’s claws scraped across Lucien’s jaw, but he countered with a wave of blood chains that wrapped around her legs and hurled her into the cliffside.

The impact created a crater thirty feet wide. Rocks turned to dust. Trees withered and died from the residual energy.

She laughed as she emerged, skin crackling with divine energy. "Yes... this is what I wanted. The real you."

Lucien’s hands ignited with crimson fire that burned cold as winter and hot as the core of a star.

They clashed again—blow for blow, faster than sound. Each impact sent shockwaves through the earth. Rocks split. Trees turned to ash. Storm clouds spiraled above, drawn by the massive release of supernatural energy.

But Lilith was toying with him.

And Lucien knew it.

She was holding back, testing him, measuring his strength against some unknown standard. When she finally struck seriously, her fist connected with his chest and sent him flying through three stone walls.

She appeared beside him before he could recover, grabbed him mid-air and slammed him into the ground with a force that cratered the earth for hundreds of yards in every direction.

Breathless, bleeding, he tried to rise. His regeneration was struggling to keep up with the damage.

She crouched beside him, voice husky with something that might have been affection. "You are power, Lucien. But you are not whole. Not yet."

"I don’t need to be whole to kill you," he growled, crimson energy still flickering around his fingers.

She leaned closer, her breath cold against his ear. "You will... because he’s watching."

Lucien’s pupils dilated. "Who?"

Lilith looked skyward, and for the first time, he saw something like fear in her ancient eyes.

And then—

The clouds tore open.

A rift appeared in the heavens, edges crackling with divine fire. The very air screamed as reality was forcibly parted. Through the gap, golden light poured down like liquid judgment.

And from it, descended a figure wreathed in golden light, horned and crowned, bearing an obsidian sword larger than any mortal could wield. His presence was the opposite of Lilith’s—where she was seductive darkness, he was terrible order. Where she whispered, he commanded. Where she bent reality, he broke it.

Lilith stepped back, her confident demeanor cracking. "Solarius..."

Lucien rose to his feet, bloody and furious, but now understanding why Lilith had come. Not to destroy him, but to prepare him.

> [SYSTEM WARNING: CELESTIAL HOST DETECTED – CLASS: EXILE]

> Name: Solarius, God of Order.

> Threat Level: COSMIC

> Hostility Status: ABSOLUTE

> Weakness: UNKNOWN

> Survival Probability: 0.003%

The god’s voice boomed like the collapse of stars, each word hitting like a physical blow.

"LUXIUS. YOU ARE TO BE UNMADE."

Lucien spat blood and smirked, his defiance absolute even in the face of divine judgment.

"Come try."

But before either could move, the air behind Lucien began to tear. Not a clean rift like Solarius had made, but a jagged wound in reality itself. Darkness poured out—not the absence of light, but the presence of something older.

Lilith’s eyes widened in shock. "That’s impossible..."

From the tear stepped a second figure.

His twin.

But where Lucien was becoming divine, this other was already there. Where Lucien fought against his nature, this one had embraced it completely. His skin was pale as moonlight, his hair black as the void between stars. His eyes held the depth of eternity, and his smile was the last thing countless civilizations had seen before the end.

The true Dark Luxius—the one that had only whispered before.

He was real now.

And when he spoke, his voice carried the weight of inevitability.

"Finally."

Solarius raised his blade, divine fire crackling along its edge.

But now he faced not one enemy, but two.

The Dark Luxius stepped beside his counterpart, and when their shoulders touched, the air itself seemed to crystallize. Power beyond measure flowed between them, and for the first time in millennia, the complete god-soul of Luxius began to reassemble.

"Brother," the Dark Luxius said, his voice carrying harmonics that made reality shiver.

"Brother," Lucien replied, and their combined presence made the blood moon pulse brighter.

Solarius’s golden light flickered—the first sign of uncertainty the god had shown.

"Two halves of the same whole," Lilith whispered, backing away further. "The system didn’t just cage you—it split you."

"And now we’re reunited," the Dark Luxius said, his smile widening. "Tell me, Solarius, do you remember how this ended last time?"

The god’s grip tightened on his blade. "Last time, you fell."

"Last time," Lucien said, his voice now carrying the same harmonic undertones as his twin, "we were alone."

The Dark Luxius laughed, and the sound was like breaking glass and distant thunder. "This time, we have allies."

From the shadows around the estate, figures began to emerge. Not vampires or werewolves, but something else entirely. Beings of pure shadow and starlight, creatures that existed in the spaces between seconds.

"The Forgotten," Seraphina breathed from her position behind the shattered gates. "He’s calling the Forgotten."

"Not calling," the Dark Luxius corrected, his voice carrying across the distance as if he were standing next to her. "Awakening. They’ve been sleeping in the spaces between thoughts, waiting for their king to return."

Solarius raised his sword, divine fire blazing higher. "I will not allow it."

"Allow?" Both versions of Luxius spoke in unison, their voices creating harmonics that made the very air sing. "You think you have a choice?"

The god struck first, his blade carving through the air fast enough to split atoms. But it met not one defense, but two—Lucien’s blood chains and his twin’s shadow-wreathed hand. The impact sent shockwaves through three dimensions.

And in the distance, carried on the wind like a promise, came the sound of something vast stirring in the depths of space.

The blood moon pulsed once more, and this time, it didn’t pulse alone.

Forty-seven other moons appeared in the sky, each one red as blood, each one bearing the face of a different world that had once knelt before the god Luxius.

"The Crimson Imperium," the Dark Luxius whispered, his smile now terrible beyond description. "Did you think death would stop us forever?"

And from each moon, a beam of red light descended, striking the earth around the battlefield. Where the light touched, the ground cracked, and from the cracks emerged figures—kings and queens, warriors and sorcerers, all bearing the mark of the Crimson Imperium.

All of them had been waiting.

All of them had been dreaming.

And all of them remembered their god.

Solarius’s divine light flickered again, and for the first time in eons, the God of Order felt something he had not experienced since the first war:

Fear.

"Welcome home, my lord," ten thousand voices whispered in unison.

And the true battle for the fate of reality began.